Okay, so chapter two! Thank you to all my friends who so kindly reviewed! And to all who didn't, if you don't I'll set my walrus on you! He's quite vicious!

Chapter One

Liverpool, England- 1957

John Lennon's POV

I never meant to do anything bad. All I wanted to do was check to see if a new album had come out or something. Maybe I did mean to do something bad, because if a new album had come out, I probably would have stolen it. All I knew is that when I saw Paul talking to some new girl, I had to get her away from him, and keep her for myself.

Her hair was a dark ebony, and it waved to the middle of her back. Her eyes were a mix of blue and green, and were framed by thick, dark eyelashes. Her lips were full and looked like they tasted like strawberries, and I wanted so badly to run my hands over her perfect curves.

"Oi, Macca, a new bird stepped into town and you're already wooin' her? Too mature, son!" I scolded, smacking my friend on the back of his head. "Hullo, luv, is you're name as pretty as you?" I turned to the new girl, smoothly swiping a flower from the bush nearby and handing it to her.

She scowled at me. "I bet you'd like to know." She snipped.

"I would. That's the point in asking." I gave her a cheeky grin.

She raised an eyebrow. "My name is Anna St. Claire."

"Well, Miss Anna St. Claire, would you object to a date tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes, because I already have one with Paul, because he didn't try to hit on me, and treated me like I wasn't some sex toy." She said. And with that, she took Paul's hand and tugged him away.

I wasn't hurt at all. In fact I was grinning. She was a challenge. Challenge excepted.

Anna St. Claire's POV

Maybe I was a little harsh on John, but for some reason, he infuriated me. Just the smirk on his face told me he only wanted me for one reason. That and the fact I had had every class with him since I moved here three freaking weeks ago!

"Slow down, love, what's got you all riled up?" Paul begged me.

I looked into his droopy, hazel puppy dog eyes and smiled.

"Atta girl! Now, tell me what's on your pretty little mind. Even though I can probably guess." A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"John freaking Lennon. I can't believe he didn't know who I was. I have every class with him for crying out loud!"

"C'mere," Paul wrapped his arms around me and held me close. He always knew how to calm me down. "Don't let him give you the egg, he's just a mixer, he is. "

I let out a stressed giggle and pulled back to look at him. "He's a what?"

"A mixer? You don't wanna know. In short, he just pisses people off to piss 'em off." Paul plants a kiss on my forehead and I pull his face down to meet mine.

We kissed for a moment, then I pulled back and smiled as I remembered the day we met.

*flashback*

I walked into the halls of Quarry Bank high school, dreading the awful day I would have to spend known as the new girl with her nose buried in a map.

I looked up at my homeroom, sighed, and opened the door.

Kids were chatting all around the room, waiting for the bell to ring. I decided to take my seat in the back, therefore having less of a chance to draw attention to myself.

Peeking up, I noticed two boys my age with the same Elvis style hair, leather jackets, and drain pipe pants. The only thing that was different between them was one was wearing glasses. I took more interest in the one with the glasses. His eyes seemed the most intriguing. They looked angry, but had a sort of soft sadness to them.

Taking out my sketchbook, I did a quick draw of him, capturing his features flawlessly.

"Well well, looks like someone's already fancying John." A voice said quietly next to me. I looked to my left, and noticed that the boy who was talking to the one in the glasses, John I figured, looking at my sketch.

"No, it was just a stupid drawing." I said, shoving my sketchbook back into my bag.

I glowered at my desk, but I could still feel his eyes on me.

I met his sleepy hazel eyes with my blue-green ones for the first time, and a shiver went down my spine. I wanted to break it, but it was too strong, and he really did have such sweet eyes.

"I didn't think it was very stupid." He whispered, then turned his attention back to the teacher.

Class passed slowly, and I doodled a certain pair of sleepy hazel eyes on the corner of my notes.

When the bell finally rang, I was the first out of class.

"Wait!" I heard his cry from behind me.

"Yes?" I asked slightly impatiently.

"I'm Paul McCartney." He held out his hand.

I raised a dark eyebrow. "Anna St. Claire." I said, shaking his hand.

*end flashback*

From that day on, Paul and I had been almost inseparable, and I had finally got the big softy to kiss me about a week ago.

I did have other friends, of course, but Paul was my first for most everything. He was my first boyfriend, my first kiss, and I wanted him to be my first time.

He was my everything already, but I couldn't rid myself of the mental image of John. No matter how much he pissed me off, he still intrigued me, but I couldn't put my finger on why.

I knew one thing for sure, though. I needed to rid myself of John Lennon, before it got out of hand. But could I?