Whoever said that the more aware you were of the time, the slower it seems, was right.

John couldn't help but to keep glancing up at the clock. He just wanted to leave already. Spare them the breath of scolding tired out reprimands at him. But everytime he looked, it kept saying the same thing. 8 'o clock. The clock appeared to be ticking by the decade. John drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair impatiently but stopped when his aunt glared at him.

"Can we just leave already?" He finally said. The headmaster looked at him. "I've learned my lesson. I won't disrupt class anymore. I'll be a good student and listen like everybody else. Now can we go?" He glanced over at his aunt. "I don't want me Aunt Mimi's time to be wasted on a problem that's already fixed."

Mimi scoffed. "John, I wouldn't even have to be here if you just behaved yourself."

"Your aunt's right John." The head master agreed while looking over his files. John made a face at him.

"Why are we still waiting for Mr. Montague?" He whined. "Can't you just run this whole conference thing?"

"Mr. Montague was the one who gave you detention and called for this conference."

"Then where is he?" He whined.

"He said he'd be running a little late." Just then, there was a knock on the door. "And I bet that's him right now. Come in!"

Sure enough, Mr. Montague walked in. "Sorry I'm late. I was having a hard time getting a hold on—" He looked back. There was someone with him. "You can come in." Mr. Montague opened the door wider to let his guest in.

"Sorry for making Mr. Montague late, sir." Megan apologized as she shuffled in. "I had to drop my little brother off to school before coming here, you see. I didn't realize Mr. Montague was looking for me."

"It's all right Ms. Marshall, just take a seat next to Mr. Lennon." He motioned to the only vacant chair in the room. Megan hadn't noticed he was here when she walked in. Beside him was an older, upper-class looking woman; presumably his mother since he was in the headmaster's office. But they looked nothing alike. Megan hid her disgust as best as she could and sat down. She set her messenger bag on the floor next to her feet.

"The ever-proper Lady Marshall being called to the headmaster's office?" John said. "Must have been something really bad. Tsk tsk." He shook his head. "I thought your parents taught you better."

She almost snapped her neck when she turned to look at him. "You know what Lennon?"

"John!" The older woman next to John slapped his hand. "Is this how I taught you to speak to a lady?"

"But Mimi, she isn't a lady!"

"All right settle down now." The headmaster held up his hands as he called for peace. "Children behave."

"Headmaster, surely I'm not in trouble." Megan said worriedly. "I haven't done a thing, I swear!" She ignored John mocking her next to her. He wasn't exactly being subtle. John could be such a child sometimes.

"Don't worry Megan, you're not in trouble." Mr. Montague assured her.

"Megan, this is Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith, Megan." The headmaster gestured to each of them as he spoke.

Megan shook Mrs. Smith's hand behind John. "Hi." She said politely. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Hello Megan. I'm sorry about my nephew's behavior." Mrs. Smith apologized. "He just doesn't know how he's supposed to act out in public." She spoke up louder and glowered at John, who smiled innocently in response.

"No, it's all right." Megan said. Nephew?

Mr. Montague cleared his throat. "Okay, the reason why I have called this meeting is to discuss John's behavior and grades in school."

"Yes John, how are they going?" Mrs. Smith questioned him with a raised eyebrow. "I haven't been keeping tabs on you recently and I told you before I'd like to see your grades up to par."

"I'm just going to get straight to the point, Mrs. Smith. John hasn't been doing well in school." The headmaster said seriously.

Mr. Montague nodded. "At first I thought you were just acting up in only my class, but at our last faculty meeting, there were a lot of complaints unfortunately made about you John."

"Oh this ought to be good." John muttered. Megan and Mrs. Smith both shot him dirty looks. "I mean, c'mon! I can't be that bad! I listen when I have to!"

"Ms. Tracey said that she had to break up a fight between you and Tom Wilkins last week."

John shrugged. "He was sitting in my seat and refused to move. He got himself into trouble."

"Mr. Rivers told me that you hadn't completed three of his assignments." The headmaster added.

"I was getting to them…"

Megan scoffed. "Oh please, just yesterday in science you nearly set the lab on fire because you placed an acetone sample next to a burner."

"John!" Mrs. Smith shrieked and looked at him with a mortified expression.

"I didn't realize it was one of the flammable liquids. It thought it was water. They look the same."

"Of course they look the same. Lots of chemicals and liquids in the lab are clear. You wouldn't even be able to tell if they were hot or cold because they look the same either way." Megan stated, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "Also, I think you'd be able to tell which one was which if you looked at the label. Honestly Lennon, you'd just know these things if you had just listen to Mr. Lane."

"Okay, you know what Megan Poo Barf-full? Enough." John snapped. Megan was taken aback. "I don't need to listen to you or your crazy. I don't even know why you're here because all of this doesn't concern you. Why is she here?" He asked looking back and forth at Mr. Montague and the headmaster.

"Hold on, John, we're getting there." Mr. Montague held up his hand, signaling for him to wait. "You two, please settle down."

"Bottom line Mr. Lennon, you're failing all of your core classes and your teachers can no longer put up with the way you've been acting." The headmaster said firmly.

Mrs. Smith had a feeling she knew what they were going to say next. "Oh please sir, don't expel him." She begged. "You have to understand, ever since my husband died there's been no man in the house to help set him straight. And uh, since he was three, I've raised John as my own. God knows I've been trying to do my best. Underneath it all, he is a good boy and very talented."

"No Mrs. Smith, John's not being expelled. We aren't giving up on him that easy." The headmaster laughed slightly. Mrs. Smith let out a sigh of relief. "We just think John needs an 'academic push.'" He looked over at Megan. "This is where you come in, Ms. Marshall."

Megan looked at him confusedly. "What am I supposed to do?"

"The teachers have agreed that you would be a suitable tutor for John."

John's jaw dropped. "Her?"

"Me?" Megan kept her composure. "But why me?"

"Well you have top marks in all your classes and seem to be able to pick up the material quickly. Also you aren't involved in any other activities so we thought you'd have the time to." The headmaster said. "And weren't you asking me before about volunteering hours for college? This is it. You'll just be helping Mr. Lennon with whatever assignments you have that day. And if he refuses to do his work, we give you permission to do whatever you have to do to get him to do it." He added with a hearty laugh.

"Wait, is it all right if I see her transcript first?" Mrs. Smith shot a reassuring glance at Megan. "No offense Megan, I just need to be completely sure."

"No, it's all right, I understand."

The headmaster opened one of the filing cabinets in the office. He fingered through each student's file and stopped when he got to the last name Marshall. He slid the folder across his desk for Mrs. Smith to pick up. Mrs. Smith opened it up and examined the contents intently. "It looks fine." She finally said. "I agree, this young lady is a suitable tutor for my nephew."

"It's settled then." Mr. Montague nodded. "Megan, you will start tutoring John…"

Megan thought about it for moment. "I'm free after school. We could do it an hour after school ends so he can have a breather from school. The library is the best place to get work done."

John couldn't take it anymore. They were treating him like a child, setting all of this up for him without his consent. "Can you all just shut yer traps!" They all stared at him in bewilderment. Mrs. Smith's eyes were bugging out of her skull. Her knuckles turned white from clenching her fists so hard. "I don't need her as a tutor, I don't need anyone as a tutor! I can fix this myself."

"Your grades beg to differ."

"Grades don't mean anything!"

"John Lennon, you respect your elders!" Mrs. Smith snapped. "You're seeing Megan and that's final!"

"Just go see Megan, John she's there to help you. Megan, report back to me if anything happens, don't be afraid to say anything. End of discussion." The headmaster said. "You two can head off to first period now. Mrs. Smith, thank you for your time." He shook hands with all of them and ushered them out of his office.

"Off to class you go now. Both of you." Mr. Montague reminded them before heading down the hallway.

"You better go to that tutoring session. Oh, you WILL hear from me if you don't. We are having a talk when you get home." Mrs. Smith's voice was icy cold as she scolded him. "Again, it was nice to meet you Megan. Thank you for your help."

"No problem Mrs. Smith." John and Megan watched as Mrs. Smith left the building, her heels clicking against the ground. Megan looked up at John when Mrs. Smith was gone and gulped. "All right then Lennon. Four 'o clock in the library with your work and don't be late." She tried to sound assertive without breaking down. On the inside, she was so scared of the prospect of being alone with him. It was easy being tough when there were others around.

John scowled and narrowed his beady eyes at her. She was afraid he was going to hit her. Luckily they were still outside the headmaster's office. "You are so on my list, Marshall." John growled. He rolled his eyes and stalked off into the opposite direction. Megan let out the breath she hadn't noticed she was holding in. She leaned against the wall for support so she could calm herself down a bit.

It was going to be a great first session.

"So when is he supposed to see you?"

Megan shoved two textbooks into her locker and slammed it shut. "In an hour at the library."

"And you're supposed to do what exactly?"

"I have to tutor Lennon. Apparently he's failing all of his core classes, which isn't a surprise, so now I have to make sure he gets on track. So basically, I'm babysitting him." She answered flatly.

"Ooh, sorry." Joanne said genuinely. She knew how bad John was to her…well, everyone. But there were a number of people he was especially horrible to. Unfortunately, Megan was one of them. "What are you gonna do?"

Megan shook her head. "I don't know. Lennon is just so...I mean, you've seen him in class. He doesn't even listen to the teachers so I don't expect him to listen to me."

"Maybe he will?" Megan smiled slightly. That was highly unlikely but she appreciated Joanne's attempts at making her feel better. "If you're dreading it so much, then why are you doing it? Surely the headmaster would have let you not do it."

"No, I need to do it. I need those volunteering hours. Good grades can only get you so far and I have to get into a top notch college."

"Oh, you want too much." Joanne laughed. She and Megan were such complete opposites that it was a wonder how they ever wound up being best friends. Joanne was loud. Megan was quiet unless she needed something to say. She absolutely had to go out somewhere every night. Megan was content with spending the evening reading Nancy Drew. She had high aspirations and wanted to get out of Liverpool. Joanne was just happy she made it to her last year in school.

"Just do what you have to do." She encouraged her. Joanne couldn't think of anything else to say to make her happy. She looked down at her watch. "I gotta go. I told Steven I'd meet him at the diner at 3:30." Joanne gathered her things together and grabbed her bag from the bench. She gave Megan a comforting smile. "Good luck."

"Thanks. I'll need it." Megan sat there for awhile as students passed in and out of the hallway to go to their lockers. At 3:50, she finally got up and walked to the library. She made sure to take small, slow steps.

A/N: And a week later, it's chapter three! So what did you think? Did you like it or think it was complete, utter shite? If it's the second one, then meh. I know this story is short, but I promise to make the chapters longer as the story carries on! But yeah, thank you to those who reviewed the last two chapters! I really appreciate it. I was kind of worried about the way I portrayed John but I'm glad you guys liked it. And thank you for reading chapter three! Now I'd like to know what you guys think. So can you please do that pretty little review thing we all like here? You know, if you want to, but it would be great if you did…:D Thank you!

Oh yeah, in my last story, at the end of the chapters I asked you guys questions about the Beatles. And now I'm bringing them back! But this time it's Beatles trivia! Yay! Fun for everyone!

Beatles trivia question #1: What song featured in the movie Magical Mystery Tour inspired the name of a current American indie band?