Degraded- John Lennon x reader

Chapter One

Her anger rose at the fact that she had woken up five minutes before her alarm. Isabella glared at the blinking clock, 6:55, and her eyes drifted to the calender beside her door. August 25th, 1986.
One more year. Just one. More. Year.

She got up, slipped into her jeans and a T-shirt of The Monkees. She tossed her curly hair around, then she shoved her feet with Darth Vader socks into her black boots, meant for men, but who cared. She grumbled, tying the laces on them, and her jaw tensed at the sound of her alarm clock beeping. It was almost enough to make her toss it out the window. Pressing the button with force, she turned it off. Her attention slipped to the picture at her bedside, her and her old friends. She smiled sadly at the happy faces, standing outside of Universal Studios, California. Due to complications, her father and she moved to Liverpool, England.

Don't get me wrong, England is great, but somehow California is..better.

She pulled her backpack onto her shoulders, and sighed. Before she took a step out the door, she remembered that she had signed up for a guitar class, and that it was needed, even on the first day. She begrudgingly slipped the guitar case strap over her shoulder, and started to walk. It wasn't that far, and easy to find.

David Bowie played in her ears as she neared the school. Her ID around her neck, she presented it to the guard as she slipped in. She checked her schedule again.

1- Mathematics- room 243, Mr. Gabriel

2- German - room 247, Mrs. Moon

3- English - room 89, Mr. Chenkin

lunch

4- Chemistry- room 343, Mr. Feilds

5- Physical Education- room 6, Ms. Moore

6- Guitar- room 25- Mr. Lennon

Damn it, a full day before the class I'm actually looking forward to.

She didn't mind carrying her guitar to school every day. She was used to it. All of her classes seemed boring, all other teachers had the personality equivalent to that of a cardboard box. Two dimensional.

Her heart sped as she neared her guitar class. The door sat open, and groups of kids chattered quietly in clusters of tables, never minding her. She snuck into a seat, and began looking for the teacher. Spotting him, he was a tall, scrawny man, leaning against the bookshelf with his arms crossed . Long, light brown hair brushed out of the way of his sharp face. His eyes were undetectable, under dark shades, but she felt his scanning of the room. She sat in the middle, the back was taken. She had noticed that her arms were crossed as well, her boot crossed over the other. As she took her guitar out to tune it before class started, John looked her over to smirk.

She's hot as fuck .

She glanced up at him for a moment.

He's..woah..

Everyone took their seats as the bell rang, and Mr. Lennon raised himself, his arms remaining in their state. He strutted to the front, gaining the attention of every student, including her. He had a grin on his face, to which she raised a brow quickly.

"Afternoon, class, I'm Mr Lennon. I will tell you right away there won't be any fucking around in this class,"

Immediately, Isabella knew he wasn't a regular teacher. She smiled at his bluntness. He was serious, but a smile played on his lips. He took his glasses off, and folded them, and put them where they hung out of his pocket.