1956

john was perfectly fine in quarry bank high school. he had mates, sexy girls, hidden porn magazines.. but aunt mimi just had to send him off to a boarding school, to ‘fix his behaviour’.

so now he was waving to her grumpily as he walked in to the school for the first time, immediately seeing the difference. he huffed and dragged his bags through the school, talking to teacher after teacher before finally finding his room, which apparently, he would be sharing with other people.

he unlocked the door, eyebrows furrowed and bags in hand as he looked around. it was small and a mess and just horrible in his opinion, and he wanted to go back home.

that was until he saw you.

you were walking out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around you and hair dripping wet, and when you saw him, you raised your eyebrows.

“blimey.” john muttered, dropping his bags onto the floor and eyeing you up shamelessly, a small yet cocky smirk appearing on his face. he didn’t know boarding school girls could look so good.