Miscommunications [America x Reader Lemon]

The tranquil quiet of (y/n)'s was shattered by the shrill ringing of her alarm clock going off. She jolted upright in her bed, blankets flying from her body, and her disheveled hair leaping up off of her pillow in surprise. Realizing what was making the sound, she reached out and turned the device off. She rose tiredly from her bed, throwing the rest of her blankets off of her body. (y/n) began looking through her dresser drawers for today's school outfit. She had just opened her third empty drawer before she remembered.

Shit! I forgot to do the laundry last night!

Daring to sneak a look at her laundry hamper, she wasn't surprised to see that it was bulging with the clothing she'd worn. In fact, her heart sunk a bit as she looked at it. God damn it, what the hell am I going to wear to school? She glanced at the clock. Only forty minutes left to get dressed and get to her first class before she was late. Great. Her mind raced as she desperately tried to think of a solution to her problem. Finally, she remembered that she still had a few outfits left in her closet. She crossed the room quickly and flung the sliding doors back against their separate walls. Skimming through the hangers she sighed in frustration. All of the clothes in here were those she wore when she went out with her friends. Skimpy dresses, tops, and short skirts, different and vibrantly colored fishnets and leggings, and an assortment of heeled shoes and flats. Sighing again to herself, she picked out a top, a skirt, and some leggings with a pair of black flats. Hopefully, this won't give me too much attention.

After she had dressed and brushed her hair and teeth, she shouldered her bag and took a glance at herself in the mirror. The (f/c) top she put on clung tight to her form, bringing out, and defining every curve of her body. Her black leggings fit her body like a second skin, and emphasized her long, slender legs. The short skirt she wore just barely grazed her lower thighs. Shutting her eyes briefly at the thought of eyes following her every move when she arrived at school, she left her house, shutting and locking the door, and set off.

Despite her best efforts, (y/n) still arrived to school about ten minutes late. Damn it, she thought silently, walking down the quiet hallways. Hopefully Mr. Jones hasn't shut the door today. When she arrived, she groaned internally. Yep, the door was shut. You see, Mr. Jones shut that door after the bell almost everyday. Any late student would have to face the scrutiny of their classmates, and receive a lecture of their own from Mr. Jones about what was so important that they were late and had to interrupt his teaching. Looking through the small, rectangular, glass window, she could see that Mr. Jones was already deeply involved in today's lecture. She cursed mentally, and gave a short, exasperated groan. Oh well, better late than never right? With that she pushed open the door and walked into the classroom.

Immediately, every pair of eyes in the room were on her. Her cheeks tinged with pink as she turned and shut the door behind her. Books in hand, she walked across the classroom and took her seat, which just happened to be in the front row. And her desk, as fate had it, was directly in front of the History teacher himself. Luckily, his back was still turned towards the board.

"Ah, class, look who's decided to grace us with her presence today!" said Mr. Jones, back still turned to her.

"I'm sorry, sir, I um...couldn't find my backpack this morning," she lied, blushing a bit.

"Well, (y/n), just make sure that it doesn't happen again," he said, turning around to smile at her. She smiled back at him. There were perks to being the top student of the class; mainly that Mr. Jones went easier on her than he did the rest of his other students. "Ok class, I think were gonna stop here for today. While I get (y/n) caught up on the lesson, I want you all to start doing numbers one through thirty on page one twenty-one. You'll also need to write a paragraph or so about the main causes of the American Revolutionary War. This is due tomorrow, everyone." A majority of the class groaned aloud. Mr. Jones smirked. "I could always add more," Another groan. "Good then. You have about thirty minutes to work."