Another Monday morning but this time John felt different, he felt grounded and just completely happy. He successfully said I love you and introduced his mother to his lovely girlfriend. And as he got ready in the shower he smiled down at the permanent marker tattoo that Clara drew on the area right above his groin. 'Mine' it read it almost calligraphy markings, he chuckled out loud and decided that he would wash around it so he could show her that he kept it.

Clara felt happy but the nagging feeling that John's mother hated her kept eating away at her happiness, as she walked in the hallway she noticed the odd looks she was receiving from random people standing near their lockers. She made it to her own before she noticed a huge sign that said: "Clara Oswald is a big slut, she gave Marc Goode the Clap!". Clara ripped the poster off and growled, she knew that Marc was a dumb ass but she had no idea he was such a dick. She balled up the poster and tossed it in her locker; whispers in the hall were starting to grate on her nerves so she decided maybe she would just go home today.

John whistled happily at his chalkboard waiting for the rest of his class to come in but who he really wanted to see was the person who hasn't arrived yet, and when he turned to his desk he noticed a small note that had a pen drawn heart on the front. He smiled but instantly frowned when he opened the note, it said that she was going home due some sort of stomach illness. He sighed but decided that he didn't need to get upset, he would just call her later to check up on her.

"And you see that with the way things were going on the battlefield, we had no idea who are enemy was. No uniforms, no actual military just a organized terrorist group. Now when we joined up with America in the Gulf War-" The bell run and he shook his head. "Okay I guess we'll do that activity tomorrow, remember to have the trip money by the end of this week or you will be left behind while the rest of us enjoy a lovely trip to Rome." The class left and he sighed, Marc was being an outright douche in his class today more talkative than usual and he was receiving a lot of 'I'm sorry' from his classmates. Maybe he finally let everyone know that he and Clara were over, he smirked as he grabbed his things for lunch. In the hallway he noticed there were a lot of papers on the floor but what really caught his eyes was the gang of girls around Clara's locker. In his best authoritative voice her murmured out.

"What's going on here?" They turned around shocked (like there wouldn't be a teacher in the school on a school day) and scattered like bugs, he knew most of the girls so he let the high-tail it out of there but he suddenly wished he hadn't. All over her locker were the words 'slut' and 'bitch'; he growled when he spotted the poster that stated she gave Marc the clap. He stormed into the lunch room and grabbed Marc by the back of his collar. He kicked and asked what he did wrong, he wanted to punch the kid so bad but instead he pulled him into his classroom and closed the door.

"So Marc, what is this?"

He held up the poster and scoffed. "Oh that yeah, didn't you hear Clara Oswald was a sleeping around before she came to this school."

"Marc, cut the bullshit! She has been at this school longer than you have and I happen to know that you are lying." Marc was confused. "How would you know that sir? She tell you?" John needed to backtrack quickly. "No Marc I know her family, and what does it matter, you are breaking the law doing this. It's called slandering…defaming someone's name! You could get put into jail for this not to mention you just broke this poor girls heart."

'You are lucky I don't break your face.' Marc ran a hand through his hair. "Dr. Smith, she was going to tell all of my friends that she didn't sleep with me! Do you know how humiliating that is?" John was itching to grab Marc by his grubby football jersey. "You better tell your friends the truth or I swear to you that I will go right over the principals head and take this straight to the police, got that?"

Marc nodded and John opened the door for him to walk out, he suddenly knew why she went home. She was probably humiliated to the point of tears. He would have to wait till the end of the day but he really needed to see her.

Clara sat in her room typing like mad woman on her computer with her headphones blasting Hungry like the wolf. She was hacking Marc's Face Book and she was quite proud of the work she was accomplishing. She changed subtle things, linked his Face Book to almost every tranny porn website from Leadworth all the way to Timbuktu. She also sent a nifty little virus that would send his phone random texts from guys looking for a good time (which meant a lot of messages with pictures of dicks) She sat back exhausted, but mostly satisfied but proud that she didn't cry over something stupid like this.

"Clara there someone at the door for you!" Artie, her father's friend's son yelled up the stairs. You see Clara lived with her father's friend when her father would leave to work in a America they. Her mother died when she was twelve, and Artie and Angie's mother died just last year so it was great company for them when their father was at work; she rounded the corner and rubbed Artie's tiny little head. When reached the bottom of the stairs she gasped.

John leaned against the hallway wall as he chatted with Angie. "Are you Clara's boyfriend?" He laughed and shook his head, Angie was around the same age as Clara so that meant she could possibly know the same people. "No just her awesome teacher." He looked up and he saw her standing on the stairs, he face beamed and he nodded for her to follow him outside. She shook her head. "Nah come on up, Angie this is the Doctor I was telling you about." Angie beamed. "You're the awesome teacher that helps her study!" He laughed and followed her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Which was not as he expected, but he wasn't sure what to expect. It was clean, the color on her was a burnt orange and her bed was covered in gun metal grey sheets. But what really impressed him was the large system of screens for her computer. She looked down the hall quickly before grabbing either side of his face and kissing him. She pulled back quickly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I found these." He pulled out a ripped up poster from his pocket, she knew instantly what it was. She huffed and sat on her bed. "It's not a big deal John, just high school drama."

"No it's not Clara! There were girls posted around your locker this afternoon looking as if they were going to murder for giving Marc the Clap."

She shrugged. "Well there's nothing you can do about it."

He sat next to her and kissed her forehead. "It's already taken care of."

"You punched him?!"

"No I wanted to, believe me. I just told him that if he didn't tell the truth I'd turn him into the police."

"Would that work."

John shrugged and fell back against her bed and looked up at the ceiling that was painted with a night sky. "Not sure but I said it anyway. " She fell down beside him and kissed his temple, he turned to face her and smiled. He quickly stood up and stretched. "Well I should get going sweetheart, don't want anyone to get any funny ideas. Also I want to cristen this bed of yours alittle too bad." He winked and head for the door, he blew her a kiss and ran down the stairs out of the front door.

Tuesday, Clara walked into class and people still were somewhat sketchy but there were no posters and Marc kept trying to come up and talk to her. She was quite proud that she didn't punch him square in the nose. Wednesday she turned in her money for the Senior Trip that John had volunteered to facilitate and pick the place, John whispered that maybe he would get a room a crossed from hers. Thursday after school John and Clara made love on his couch, her straddled across him with her hands buried in his hair as he thrust roughly into her. Friday they drove out of the Leadworth area to have dinner, after dinner they sat parked near his favorite spot. The stars shone above them, they talked about everything and anything but he had to ask her something.

"My mum wants to have you over for dinner, will you come?" Clara looked down at her hands and sighed. "John, I really don't think she likes me." He laughed. "Then why would she invite you?"

She shrugged but ultimately agreed, so happy with her decision they made love again in the back seat of his car.

Clara now stood beside him at his childhood home, He held her against his side as his mother opened the door with a smile. "Come in, come in I have dinner on the stove." Clara walked in at followed his mother into the living room but froze, John looked down at her in concern. "What's wrong love?"

"What's wrong is she is in very big trouble." John looked up to the sound of a very angry males voice, he wore a completely black suit except for his tie. He was relativley young but what startled him was the fact that he had Clara's eyes. This must be daddy, John tightened his hold around Clara but all she wanted to do was slip away.