A/N: Two updates in one day because I'm a gottdamn savage
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"You swear you didn't do anything with him?"

"John, I told you I was done doing that stuff. I've learned my lesson." Paul assured his friend through the phone. He heard John sigh heavily.

"Does Elsie know?"

"Are you fucking nuts?! She'd never want me near her, she'd move halfway 'round the world to stay away from me if she found out!"

"Okay okay. Keep your knickers on Macca."

"I'm sorry. I'm just nervous about asking her to... Y'know."

"Ohhhh I see. Well, if you need help finding your balls, just call me." He could practically see John's smirk.

"Bite me Lennon."

"Bite her. But not too hard, just enough to leave marks."

"I hate you."

"Love you too. Now, hike up your skirt, son and ask her!"

"I plan on asking her by the end of the month. I'll call you later, I've got a class to teach after lunch."

"Bye Paul." He hung up. Paul pinched the bridge of his nose and shoved his phone in his pocket. Despite his past, he didn't like lying to John. But images of last night refreshed themselves in his mind. He tried to ignore the possibly arousing memories and stabbed at the remainder of his salad as his students walked in.

"Afternoon Professer McCartney." Stutcliffe said. Paul mumbled an 'afternoon' back and shuffled through the papers on his desk. He scanned the crowd of students and picked out someone he didn't recognize. She was a petite asian woman with wild, raven hair and was now walking to his desk.

"Hello Professer McCartney. Sorry I wasn't here the first few days. My name is Yoko Ono, by the way." She held out her hand for him to shake. He took it and plastered a genuine-looking smile on his face, mentally noting her as an older student. Older as in, this isn't her first four-year college. Or even her second possibly.

"Well, thankfully, you didn't miss much." She nodded and went to find a seat in the lecture hall.

"Okay, guys and gals and everything in between, take out your sketchbooks and turn to the person sitting closest to you. I want you to focus on the eyes for this assignment. The catch? No taking pictures and you have to work on the project at the same time." There were a few groans that Paul pretended not to notice, but they started on their work anyway.

---*in spongebob narrator voice* Meanwhile---

Richard.
Could.
Not.
Concentrate.

He spent the last half hour re-reading the exact same page of his history book for the fith time. Still not taking in a single word. His brain was too fogged with lack of sleep, boredom, and confusing emotions bumping around like obnoxious butterflies.

"Mr. Starkey! Answer to question five please." He nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of his teacher's voice.

"Keith Moon!" Ritchie blurted out randomly. Lots of people giggled as his cheeks went crimson.

"No, the answer is 'the Aztec Calendar'. Do pay attention"

"Sorry Mrs. Rigby." He said sheepishly, sinking into his chair. George shot him a worried look but forced himself to focus on his work.

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"Rings, is there something I should know about?" George furrowed his brows in genuine concern. Richard's back was against the lockers and George held his hips.

"Georgie, you don't need to worry about me. I'm fine." He squeezed George's hands in an attempt to reassure him.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong, right?" His eyes bore into Ritchie's, as if reading his mind for the answer.

"Of course love." Richard cupped his cheek and brought George to his height. George leaned into his touch but dodged his lips.

"Oi! Kiss me you twat." Ritchie chuckled. George moved his lips to his lover's ear.

"You gotta catch me first." He bolted down the hall. Richard ran after him, weaving his way through the students trying to leave for the day.

"I hate you George!"

"No you don't!" George cackled. Richard rolled his eyes and picked up his pace. Too lost in the blissfully immature-ness of the situation, George didn't notice the brick wall in front of him. The brick wall being none other than Pete-fucking-Best.

"Watch where you're going!" George sat up on the cold tiles and looked up at the senior towering over him.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't see you." He tried to stand up, but was pushed down on his back with Pete's foot in the middle of his chest.

"Leave him alone, dickhead!" Richard launched himself at Pete, trying to tackle him.

No use.
Richard was small even for a senior.
Hardly a fight he could win against the sturdy boy.

Pete's fist collided with Ritchie's jaw, knocking him off his feet. He wailed in pain as he fell against the hard lockers.

"Ritchie! Are you okay?" George tried with all his strength to pry the foot off his chest. Pete kicked him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Lucky for Richard, he chose a good day to wear his heels. He was close enough to-

"Son of a bitch!" Richard jabbed him in the knee with the pointy heel of his shoe. Pete stumbled backwards as Ritchie helped George on his feet.

"Help! Somebody! Anybody! Help!" He cried, clutching to a spluttering George. Most of the teachers were in some other area of school, halfway across campus from them. He wanted to cry, but Pete was steadying himself and about to take another swing.

"You disgusting queers are gonna learn your fucking lesson!" He took a handful of Ritchie's shirt.

"HEY!" A voice bellowed through the halls. Pete's head shot up and Richard whipped around. Paul was standing there, fists clenched and fire in his eyes.

"Paulie!" Ritchie jogged as fast as his body burdoned with George's weight would allow.

"Get in the car, now." He growled, not breaking contact with Pete, who stood frozen. Richard guided George, who's breathing went back to normal, to Paul's car outside. He closed and locked the door after they were inside.

"Does it hurt much Geo?" Richard stroked his lover's cheek. He sniffed and blinked his teary eyes.

"S'not too bad." He lifted up the hem of his shirt, a blotchy purple mark starting to form on the side of his ribs.

"Oh Georgie, I'm sorry!" Richard sobbed into George's chest.

"It wasn't your fault love. It was kinda cool how you kicked the bastard with your pumps though." He chuckled warily, running his hands over the other's back. Ritchie shook his head fondly despite his tears. They jumped suddenly as the door slammed.

"George, I'm taking you home. Are your parents in?" Paul started his car.

"They should be." Paul turned in his seat to face the teens in his car, expression softening.

"Are you boys okay?"

"Mostly scared, but a little bruised." He sighed and turned his focus to the road, starting their silent journey home.
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A/N: guys, 600 reads! I never would have known how much ppl would like this! Really appreciate the comments too, so keep 'em coming!

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