"I know Ms. Grande is hitting that. I mean who wouldn't?" I raise an eyebrow my fingers gripping the espo marker tightly.
"Damn that's cool as fuck. Who do you think straps the other?" My eye twitch. We both do, obviously.
"Ms. Grande obviously, Ms. Hamilton is too much a of a pink sparkly princess." I roll my eyes. I should stop this conversation. Closing my marker and placing it down, I pick up my favorite ruler.
Taking long strides I'm in front of David, and Marcus' table. My hand rises and slams down on the desk. SMACK that was the sound of my ruler making contact with wood.
"Rumors aren't very nice boys. You're both almost graduating please act like it." I'm sure my glare was intense enough for them to shrink back. The class laughed and I smile.
"Speaking of graduation, come by after class to pick up your robes!" My hands clap together. Sending one more glare at the two seniors I turn and walk back to the board.
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"Thank you Ms . Hamilton. Again we're sorry for that earlier in class." I smirk and laugh before pulling them both into a hug.
"It's all good... just don't let it happen again please? We'll come out when we're ready." I whispered the last part. When I pull back from the hug they looked shocked and embarrassed. At this I giggle and hold my pointer finger to my lips. They both nod and run out of the class.
I bit my lip when there's a knock on the door not even 3 minutes later. I practically skip to the door and open it, revealing my darling fiancé.
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Ariana Grande, the music teacher and choir instructor. My baby was a very talented singer who should not be in this field of profession but what can I say? She adores children.
"Hey babe." She beams at me giving me a peck on the lips. I grin with a slight blush on my face. She was too sweet sometimes I can't help but think 'how did I get so lucky?'. I quirk an eyebrow at her and clear my throat.
"Wanna explain to me why my kids were discussing our sex life in class today?" Her eyes widen a bit and she starts playing in her hair. Her face was slowly turning red. My eyes narrows and I give her a scowl, daring her to lie.
"I might've been caught staring at your ass and cleavage for too long— ITS it's totally not my fault though! No one told you to wear that fuck me outfit." She mumbles the rest and I smirk. I lean forward with my right hand cupping my ear.
"Excuse me? I couldn't hear that last part." Ariana roll her eyes and huff. I can practically see the vein on her forehead tick.
"I said no one told you wear that fuck me outfit!" I step away, a little taken back at her outburst. I scan her posture and finally I notice how sexually frustrated my soon-to-be-wife looks.
Her eyes were devouring my entire body, and her hands were clutching her larger sweater hard. She was licking her lips every five seconds. Her breathing was off and her eyes were darker than ever before. I clap my hands and she jumps out of her haze.
