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Principal's Office {Ethan Dolan}

"I knew this bitch named Becky," I started.

"She liked to talk real sexy," Ava continued.

"Nasty bitch," Eli sang.

"I already told her, she gon' stop," I sang again.

"Everybody know she a thot," Ava sang too.

"Fucking nasty bitch," Eli shouted and then we all got turnt in the car.

I was currently driving my kids to school and full blasting the radio 'cause I knew it would make Ms Devons hella mad.

She was the worst teacher at this damn school. She had thin blond hair, pasty pale skin, light blue eyes and a non-existent hairline. Bitch looked like she was fifty when she only 25. Smh.

I pulled up in front of the school and lowered the volume.

"Bye, babies," I smiled.

"Bye ma," they said in unison before kissing my cheek and exiting the car.

They ran into the building and as soon as they were gone, I cranked up the radio again.

"Ey, this my song!" I yelled and started singing. "Real ass bitch give a fuck 'bout a nigga."

I heard knocking on my window so I paused and rolled down the window.

"Hellur," I said.

"Ms Y/L/N, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to switch off the music," Ms Devons said.

"But the song's currently paused so, what's the problem?" I asked her, already bored with this conversation.

"This is the fifth time this week that I've had to reprimand for your loud, vulgar music," Devons said.

I rolled my eyes at that.

"This is a school and I believe the language will negatively influence the children," she finished.

"Bish whet?" I asked her. "This a high school. All these kids already know these words and probably use them on the daily."

"This was your last warning Ms Y/L/N. You're going to have to come with me to the principal's office."

"Me... what... huh?" I questioned. "Principal's office?"

"Yes, every parent has a set of warnings and yours have depleted," Ms Devons explained with a slight smirk on her face.

"Okay," I said with a shrug.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

I followed Devons into the school and went straight to the principal's office.

When the principal, Mr Johnson, saw me, he immediately straightened his posture and fixed up his suit.

"Y/N, always a pleasure seeing you," he said happily.

"Right back at ya Chauncey," I winked as he chuckled.

"So, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'on know," I told him. "Ask that one."

I gestured to Ms Devons and she cleared her throat.

"She was playing her music too loud."

Chauncey gave her a bored look.

"That's all, Esther?" he asked her.

"Yeah, that's all, Esther?" I repeated.

Her pale, pasty face turned a deep shade of red.

"Well, I mean... I-I-I did ask her to turn it down on multiple occasions but she-she never did," she explained.

"Oh wow," Chauncey said. "Y/N, I am so sorry about her."

"It's cool," I replied.

"Do you maybe want to call your husband here so we can 'sort this out'?" he asked, using air quotes.

I heard Devons scoff from behind me.

I turned around to face her.

"Problem?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, it's just..." she paused for a moment. "Does he even exist? I mean honestly, she always drives her kids to school and never once before have I seen her with a man. Honestly, I'm not surprised. Her people mostly consists of single mothers anyways."

"Bitch, don't even try me," I started. "Because I've got a man. The moment I saw him, I kept him all for myself because I was not about to let my babies be just another stereotype."

I saw her smirk falter a little but she wasn't giving up that easily.

"Which you could never understand because I've never seen you with a man neither. But to be fair, I can't expect you to find a man when you can't even find your hairline."

Her face turned red and she stopped smirking instantly. I heard Chauncey snort at that comment.

I turned back to him with a smile.

"And yes, I would love to call my husband," I told him.

I got out my phone and pressed Ethan's contact. On the third ring, he picked up.

"Hello?" he greeted.

"Hey Ethan," I said.

"Hey baby, how you doing?" he asked.

"Not good. I'm in the principal's office because Ms Devons is out here testing my patience, knowing full well that I am not the one."

Ethan groaned. He knew all about Ms Devons and her bitch ass because I've ranted to him about her almost every day.

"I'm on my way. I'll call an uber," he said.

"Okay, bye. I love you," I told him.

"I love you too babe."

TIME SKIP

The door open and in walked Ethan.

"Ethan, how's it going?" Chauncey asked, standing up.

"Good, man," Ethan answered, giving him a bro hug.

"Um, excuse me sir, who are you?" Ms Devons asked.

"I'm Y/N's husband and Ali and Eli's father," Ethan answered.

"You? You're their father and her husband? But you're... you're..."

"He's what?" I asked. "Go ahead, finish that sentence."

"What are you doing with someone like her?" she asked Ethan with a cringe. "You could do so much better."

"Oh, yeah? How so?" he asked her.

"She isn't even from your race. She is beneath you."

"Esther!" Chauncey exclaimed. "That's racist. The whole of this school is to except and respect everyone. Now I understand that you come from a time where dating or marrying outside of your race is unaccepted but—"

"What?!" she screamed. "I'm only 25!"

"Oh," Ethan and Chauncey cringed.

"Well, that's even worse. You're fired," Chauncey said.

"You can't do that!"

"I just did. Bye," he waved as Ms Devons stormed out.

"I'm really sorry about her guys," he apologized.

"It's good, just never hire another bitch like that again," I said.

Chauncey laughed.

"I promise."

After saying our goodbyes, Ethan and I went to the car. I switched the radio back on and played the next song.

As soon as I heard it, I went crazy.

"She call me daddy, I'on even know her mama!" Ethan and I screamed in unison.