Degraded- John Lennon x reader

chapter 2

"So, where exactly is this place?" She inquired,  looking up at Paul, who gave her a cheeky grin.

"We're there. "

It was a small pub, and they went inside. They took a booth, and Paul sat across from her. Paul ordered a beer, while Isa ordered a rum and coke.

"Girls around here dont usually order stuff like that." He laughed,  and she smiled devilishly.

"Good thing I'm not from around here then."

"Yeah. What's California like? " he asked, taking a swig.

"Hot, mostly. Sunny, fun, sometimes. "

"Sounds gear."

"It is," she said, reminiscent.

He looked at her slyly,
"Maybe, if we still talk, you and I can visit."

"Thatd be awesome. Theres lots of fun stuff to do."
She took a sip. She'd be able to have only one. 

Her mind flashed back to Mr. Lennon. She felt strange around him. Paul was a very nice and handsome boy, she liked him a lot, but Mr. Lennon made her stomach tingle. The way she hugged him earlier...she wanted to. She didnt hug out of compulsion. That was strange.

They walked to her home as the sun set.

"Here it is," she stopped, clasping her hands in front of her.

"And so it is." He smiled. They stared for a moment, before Paul blinked away.
"Good night,  Isabella Richards." He whispered,  leaning in to kiss her cheek. She blushed as he pulled away, taking a couple steps back before swiveling and walking away.

"Goodnight, Paul McCartney!" She laughed, and he turned around to her going inside. He laughed, and sighed at the thought of her.

Her father was still at work,  but she decided to go to bed early. As she layed on her bed, her stomach turned at the thought of both Paul and Mr. Lennon.

Hes a teacher, there's not really a chance there. But Paul seems amazing. But Mr. Lennon...he makes me so crazy. I've only known him for today but good lord.

She silenced her thoughts to go to sleep, and dreamt of guitars.

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Nothing happened for two weeks. John began to teach her well, and Paul had no idea of what was going on.

Isa would bend over in front of Mr. Lennon, occasionally. She would suck on lollipops in class, staring at him as he instructed her.

John would ignore it, or at least try to.

For a month, relentless teasing ached her mind. She was afraid Paul was falling in love with her, and she cared for him deeply, but she was becoming confused.
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As she stepped into her 6th class of the day, she smiled as Mr. Lennon beckoned her over, and she noticed Paul hadn't been present that day. She decided on a lowcut shirt today, showing herself off.

"Yes, sir?" She didnt really mean for her voice to sound as sensual as it did, but then again..
Mr. Lennon gave an amused look as they took their corner of the classroom for practice.

"Isa, you need to stay after class, if you dont mind." He mumbled, playing with his guitar strings.

"Whatever for, Mr. Lennon?" she purred, placing the tips of her fingers against his knee, and he let out a strange noise. She giggled, retrieving her hand.

"About that, you cheeky girl." And he pointed to her guitar.

"Oh, right." She huffed. And reached down to the laced of her boots, giving John the perfect view. His pupils dilated at the sight, and when her pink flushed face arose, he looked up and coughed. She giggled, making him smile meekly.