The English Teacher (Paul McCartney)

Part 4

That same day

June's final class finished, and she felt her nerves pick up. Anxiety coursed firmly through her veins as she made her way to the English building, knowing she's about to get one on one time with this teacher, whom she is so drawn to. A cool October wind blew through her jacket and scarf, chilling her skin. Leaves crunched under her shoes, and some newly fallen leaves tumbled to the ground from their home; only to be stepped on by a passerby. The sun shine didn't keep her warm, with the cold breeze blowing.

The building came faster than June was hoping, and she stepped inside, beginning her walk to Mr.McCartney's room. Student's all passed by, in a hurry to get home for the day. She stopped in front of his room and took a deep breath before walking in. The last few students trickled as she walked in. A fresh tea cup sat on Mr. McCartney's desk, still steaming. His hair was soft and tousled a bit, and he had put a jacket on over his turtleneck. His fingers rummaged through a stack of papers when June spoke, alerting him of her presence.

"Hello," She breathed softly, standing next to his desk.

"Welcome back," Paul smiled at June. June blushed and sat down in one of the desks closest to Mr. McCartney's desk. "What did you want to work on, love?"

"Um, well, I want to study more into the last four lessons we went over," June paused to pull out her notes, "I just get so lost trying to study my writing. It's been a while since i've been in school." She chuckles at herself for being so bad at writing. Even in high school she had horrible penmanship

"That's two weeks worth of lessons, Darling." Paul stifled a chuckle, "Why didn't you ask for help earlier?" He noticed June blushing, and fidgeting a little in her seat.

"I-" June began but Mr. Mccartney cut her off,

"You know what, no stress love, let's go over these, aye?"

June nodded, and saw Paul motion for her to come sit in the chair by his desk. She stood up and made her way over, sitting down and setting her papers and books down as well. Paul's eyes fixated on June's face; her soft features and gentle aura was so alluring. His eyes traveled down June's body, drinking in her sight, even though he saw her only a short few hours ago. June cleared her throat and fidgeted, making Paul's eyes jump back up to her face. The tension in the air was thick, each of them breathing just heavy enough that it was noticeable.

They caught each others eyes and didn't say a word, just stuck staring. His doe-like eyes enticing June's, like a fly caught in the spider's web. A sudden book falling to the floor made the both of them jump. Paul cleared his throat and started straightening papers on his desk as June embarrassingly picked up the fallen book. The teacher watched as her shirt rode up exposing the small of her back. He could only imagine how soft and warm that little piece of skin was. June set the book onto Mr. McCartney's desk and pulled her shirt back down, adjusting the way she was sitting. A sudden knock at the door alarmed them.

"Come in!" Paul hollered, trying to hide the upsetness in his voice. The door opened and Mr. Lennon walked in, along with Mr. Starr. They both noted June in the room.

"Ah, Miss June, what're you doing here?" Mr. Lennon remarked, he stood in his casual clothes, a t-shirt and jeans. Mr. Lennon likes to dress casual on Fridays, he claims it helps prepare one's self for the weekend. Nobody really gets how that will help, but they don't say anything.

"Mr. McCartney was helping me um- study some things from his class." June spoke. She felt so embarrassed, for no reason. This was just a tutor session, nothing more. So why was she so flustered?

"Aye, smart one he is." Mr. Starr smiled, gesturing to Mr. McCartney. Paul nodded at his friends and colleagues. He hasn't mentioned his infatuation with June to his friends. How could he anyway? He has a wife at home for hell's sake. It's not like they don't know his wife, they love Linda to pieces.

"Well, we just came to say that there will be beers at my place tonight, so tell the Mrs. that you'll be home late." John smirked at Paul. Paul nodded, still somewhat distracted by June.

"Sounds good, lads." Paul acknowledged, hoping they would leave soon. The two men nodded, then said their goodbyes to June and exited the classroom. The breath that June and Mr.McCartney had been holding was let go. Paul pushed the hair out of his face and looked at June, who was still just as worked up as he was.

"At least they knocked." Paul joked, lightning the mood. June laughed and nodded in agreement. She straightened her note papers and tried to continue their tutoring.

An hour and a half went by, and soon it was getting to be late in the afternoon. Mr.McCartney's wife, Linda, had begun wondering where her husband was. Usually Paul was home like clockwork, right by 5 p.m. It was especially weird, since it was a Friday. He also had an engagement at John's home. They had been so focused on each other that they hadn't noticed how much time had passed. By now the sun was gazing through the classroom windows, warming the entire area. It illuminated behind Mr.McCartney, almost casting a glow around the man. June could feel the pleasant warmth encase her, completely oblivious that Paul was feeling the same thing. They felt natural in each others company, like they had known the other for years. It wasn't until Paul glanced at the clock did he notice how late it actually was.

"Um, maybe I'd better get going."June spoke, wishing this could last forever. She gathered her notes and began to put them away.

"I wish we could go over all the material, but then I'd only get to see you during class," Paul said cooly, implying he wanted to see her more. June chuckled and blushed, now putting on her jacket and scarf.

"Well, I can always find more stuff that I need to study. I just can't seem to focus in your class for some reason." She joked, watching as her teacher stood up, gathering his things as well.

Paul followed behind June and opened the door for her. "I'll see you monday, Darling."