Cliché Hamilton Imagines

#67 Hamilsquad~Embarrassed?

You sigh and slip your heels on. Open house was always the worst. You had already been to school for a few weeks, so the newness had worn off, but the parents were still shocked. You taught primarily freshman English, so the parents were so excited and very involved. You smooth your black pencil skirt one last time before stepping out.

~~~

Philip glares at his parents. They adopted him almost a year ago and decided that they needed to make up for the thirteen years they missed. "You promise you won't embarrass me?"

The four men laugh slightly before Alex speaks up. "Promise."

Philip rolls his eyes as his dads walk out.

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You put on a fake smile as the parents of your third-period class walk in. You watch the couples try to keep each other in line. Most of them were in their forties or fifties, so the romance had kinda worn off. You were about to start when four shockingly young men walk in. "I told you it was 103, Alex," a man with a French accent mutters.

The man who you assume was Alex responds by gently slapping his arm. You watch as the man with long, curly hair looks over your figure, earning him a punch in the arm from the tall, well-built man, who whispers something in his ear, causing the shorter man to blush.

You clap your hands together and begin your presentation, which you finish early. "Any questions?"

The French man slightly raises his hand. "Oui. Our son is incredibly intelligent. Is he in the right class?"

You laugh slightly. "Well, I am also certified to teach multiple AP classes, so I like to think that my advanced freshman English class will suit him. Any other questions?"

You almost don't hear the tall man whisper, "Can I have your number?"

You laugh slightly and take other questions. As the parents walk out, you watch the four young men walk out together, wishing you could join them.

~~~

Parent-teacher conferences were the worst hours of your life. You had to listen to the parents of terrible children tell you that you were just a terrible person, and the parents of good children ask what they can do to improve.

"Does anyone have a conference slip for me?" you ask a few minutes before the bell rings. Philip Hamilton slowly walks over to you.

"I, uh, my dads are coming. I'm sorry."

You take the slip and give him a confused look. "There's nothing to apologize for."

"It's just- they're loud, and the four of them tend to catch people off guard."

You suddenly remember the four men who walked in on open house. "Philip, you have nothing to apologize for. I'm just surprised they want to meet with me. You are doing wonderfully."

He smiles slightly. "You aren't going to judge me based on my parents."

You shake your head. "No, no, of course not!"

"It's just-"

"I understand, but I can assure you that you have nothing to worry about. The bell is going to ring soon."

He nods slightly and goes back to his desk.

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You sit behind your desk, waiting for the next parents walk in. The four men look at you, a hint of recognition when you see them. You smile and tell them to pull up chairs.

"Philip's parents, correct?"

The short man with his dark hair pulled back responds, "Yes, ma'am."

You smile. "I must say that your son is doing fabulously in my class; I don't really have anything to talk to you about. Do you have any concerns?"

The man with the French accent speaks up. "How has he been? I know that we just moved here and that our family is a bit different than most..."

You look down. "It really isn't my place to get into a student's personal life, but he did apologize multiple times before you came. He was worried about how I would react. I can assure you that he had no reason to worry and that my door will always be open."

The tallest man with the beanie looks at you. "He's embarrassed by us?"

The short man looks at his husband. "Oh. Thank you for your time, Ms. (L/N)."