AN: Hi, this is my first fanfiction on here, so it's a little rough around the edges and...yeah. Well, anyway this is the prologue and stuff. I'm awkward at these author notes so just pretend it's not awkward and read it because I said so. I'll shut up now.

I spotted him with his head poked into his locker. As if he really ever used any of its contents. For a minute I contemplated what I was about to do. It was stupid, childish and above all, so unlike me. Something inside me told me I shouldn't do it, it would only make things worse. Yet, I couldn't resist.

I had to.

It was now or never.

I shook these thoughts away as I took a deep breath and walked as calmly as I could in his direction. I shoved my hands into my jacket pocket, hoping for them to stop shaking, which seemed impossible at the moment. I saw his eyes flicker towards me the moment I approached him. Fuck, now I had to do it. Or rather ask.

"Erm, hi," I said sounding awkward as I tried to think of a subtle way to say what it was that I wanted to say.

He gave me a surprised look, not that I could really blame him. The only time I ever said anything to him was when I was going to insult him. To say we weren't friends was quite an understatement.

"Is there a reason why you're talking to me?" he challenged, closing his locker and casually leaning against it. I hated how he always seemed so casual about everything, as if the world was at his feet.

"I need a favor." So much for being subtle, I mentally slapped myself across the face.

"Sorry, love. I don't do favors, unless they're sexual favors," he said, looking over at me, a small smirk forming on his lips. This was typical. What did I expect? For him to say, Oh, yes. Anything for for you! ? Maybe. I shouldn't have expected anything from him, not from John Lennon, at least. At that moment I realized I'd been glaring at him instead of actually responding like a normal person.

"Juliette, what the hell do you want? I have a class to skip," his voice sounded exasperated. I needed to stop thinking so much and just say it. I'd already made myself look stupid so what was the point in not continuing now?

"Pretend to be my boyfriend," were the first five words to escape my lips before I had the chance to think.

Bloody hell. What did I just say?

It was too late now. John had heard it and was looking at me with his lips pursed in a straight line and a crease forming on his forehead. I couldn't look him in the eyes, instead I studied the floor intently as if doing this would transport me back five minutes before I even had the nerve to go through with this.

"Let's pretend I never started talking to you, alright?" I didn't wait for a response and turned on my heel, intending to leave the scene as soon as possible.

"No, wait," he said behind me, causing me to stop dead in my tracks. I expected a sarcastic insult to follow, which is why the next three words he said shocked me entirely.

"I'll do it."

AN: So there is the prologue. It'll get better after this. And everything will be explained, don't worry. I know it's sound kinda weird now. So, yeah...what else should I say? Review? Yes, review. I'll love you forever. Maybe not forever, but you get the point. Bye. :) I don't know why I added the smiley face. It looks funny.