Student!2p!America X Teacher!Reader

Student! 2p! America X Teacher! Reader
         
        You woke up ready to start your day as a teacher. Days were now tougher since your divorce. The job could barely keep up with food and taxes, but no matter what, you always looked on the bright side. You always considered yourself strong and capable of anything; even if a man wasn’t on your side for support.

  You ate your breakfast quickly and drove to work. Once you made it you greeted a few friendly faces from your American History class. You walked up to the teacher’s lounge and met up with some of your co-workers.

“Hi guys, “You said putting your purse at the table and getting a drink of (drink of choice)

“Hi (Y/N), are you doing fine alone because I can always help!”Your friend, Elizabeta, who taught physical education said.

“I’m fine, but thanks.”You said, gulping down your drink slowly.

“Alright then.”Elizabeta said with a tint of disbelief.

Just then another one of your friends came in with a big bag.

“Need help?”Elizabeta said chuckling.

“Nope.” Bella disagreed. She was the cooking teacher.”Just a few more cooking supplies.”

“Nice seeing you, but I got to go.”You said walking out with a small bye.

“Bye.”Bella and Elizabeta said in unison.

You walked to your classroom and put your supplies on your desk, preparing for the high school class. With the spare time you decided to correct some papers. Then the bell rang and students started to walk in.

“All right class, today we will be learning about the Revolutionary War.”You said hearing a few groans.”Hey with that attitude it will be harder to do your homework which will be an essay.”Then the class went silent.

You started to teach the class while they took notes. As you taught, you felt blood red eyes staring at you up and down. It was one of your students, Allen Jones, though he liked to be called Al. It wasn’t the first time he stared at you like this.

When it was the end of class you called Al up to talk.
“Hey teach.”Al said smirking.”I hear you’re single now.”

“Al, “You said, calmly. “Lately I’ve been getting stares from you and that is very inappropriate to say.”

“I’m sorry doll, but your one of the few teachers that I wouldn’t mine to bang. “He smirked and licked his lips.

“Mr. Jones this talk will not be tolerated and you must call me Ms.(L/N)  on school grounds , ”You said.

“Mr. Jones? I like that too rather than Al.”He replied with a smirk. You knew he was thinking dirty all the time.

“Look Al I need you to clean up your act because what you say is wildly inappropriate to say to your own teacher.”You said.

“Don’t worry Ms.(L/N) I’ll clean up my act.”Al said winking at you and with that he left.