John's POV
"Goodbye, John," she said coldly as she walked in to her hotel room, and shut the door on my face. I was quite startled by it, and my heart was beating quite fast.
After standing there for thirty seconds and looking at the door, I walked back to the hotel room, where we were filming, slowly while thinking about Prudence. It seemed that I couldn't get her off my mind. Okay, fine, I'll admit it. I am crazy for Prudence Lester. I love her very much.
"Where've you been, John?" asked Ringo the moment I walked in to the room.
"I went to the bathroom throwing the crap out of my body," I lied.
"Oh."
I looked around the room, and saw Paul sitting in a corner all by himself with a cigarette between his two fingers. I walked to him with a serious look on my face.
"Hello, John," Paul greeted me kindly, and he turned off his cigarette. "What's new right now?"
"Paul, I don't want you to speak, hold, kiss, or lay your fucking big eyes on Prudence," I said to him bravely.
He looked at me with a shocked look on his face.
"What?" he asked me as he stood up from the chair.
"I said, I don't want you to speak—"
"I heard you, okay," he said. "But what the hell do you mean by what you said, John?"
"Oh, Paul, I know that you're not a fucking idiot," I said to him smugly. "You should stop fooling around with Prudence."
"And why is that?"
"Because she doesn't deserve to have a man whore, which is you, as her lover," I said.
"Since when do you care, John?" he asked me. "From what I know, you never cared about her. You hurt her feelings, and you made her cry. It's you who doesn't deserve to have her."
I chuckled smugly, and gave him a death glare. "I bet you don't know about what happened yesterday and a few minutes ago, Paul," I said. "Your lover wasn't even true to you."
"What do you mean?" he asked me.
"Prudence and I were kissing yesterday, and just a moment ago," I said to him proudly. "Just like what you've been doing with her."
I looked at him, and there was anger in his eyes. He was biting his lower lip, and he clenched his fists.
"I don't believe a word that you said," he decided.
"Oh, really?" I asked him. "And why is that? Is it because that reminds you of how annoying and what a man whore you are?"
He looked at me angrily. "Shut up, John." He said through his gritted teeth. "You are a man whore yourself. Why can't you just accept that Prudence loves me more than she loves you? Why can't you accept that Prudence and I had been fooling around? Why can't you accept that she thinks that you are an ignorant bastard?"
"Shut up." I said, and shoved him.
"Don't push me," he said, and pushed me.
"I wasn't pushing you," I said, and pushed him harder.
He pushed me even harder, and I punched him on his upper lip really hard until it bled. He fell to the floor, and I hit his face. He covered my face with his dirty hands. George held me back, and Ringo carried Paul away. Dick Lester stood in the middle with an angry look on his face.
"What in the world is going on?" he demanded angrily.
"Paul started all this!" I said while pointing my finger to Paul as I struggled to hit him again.
"No, I didn't! It was John!" said Paul while giving me an angry look on his face.
"Shut up, you fucking asshole!" I yelled angrily as I tried to kick that bastard.
"Alright, that's enough! I don't want to hear anymore of this!" said Dick.
I struggled, and George let go off me.
"Screw you all!" I said angrily, and stormed out of the room.