Hamilton One shots and Stuffs

Alex x Reader

"How does one have a 'small death?' Like death is death right?" Alex questioned me.

"Small death doesn't refer to actual death." I kept my eyes glued to the paper in front of me, annoyed that some 1st graders can write better than my high school students. I need to give them a penmanship class.

"Then what does it refer to, hm?" I sighed and gave him the look. The kind I would throw at a student who said a curse word to show my disappointment.

"Come on it can't be that bad," Alex just ignored me and smiled.

"It refers to the period after a female orgasms. A moment of small bliss," my cheek were now stained a soft rosie shade, and I made sure to keep my eyes firmly on the paper. Oh what his caramel brown eyes could do to me.

The room was silent. I'm sure it would have stayed that way had the bell not rung. Give it a few seconds and students would flood the halls and we wouldn't be able to hold a conversation over the thunderous sounds that only high schoolers could make.

"Well Mr. Hamilton, it was good talking to you," I gave my best professional smile and watched as he left. He threw up a hand as a way of goodbye before making his way back to his own classroom. I laughed softly as his struggle to get out the door, for my classroom was slowly filling up with students.

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The next two periods went off with nothing fun, just two boring English classes, then a study hall, and then an honors English class. Then came my least favorite time of the day. 5th period, English 9, right before these brats went to lunch.

It was normal for them to be little assholes, but today they must of been on some real drugs. Half the class didn't do their reading so most of time was wasted filling them in, then two girls decied to be real cute and vape in class, so they needed to be written up. And while I often enjoy paperwork, having to write up a student isn't all that fun.

But hey, when class is over, it's over. I move on. I get to eat my own lunch with my favorite teacher in the world, sarcasm. Alexander Hamilton.

We mostly talked about plans for the week, how stupid math/English was, how he would always remind me he was 'more than a math teacher.'

Like, he teach economics and transition math. And suuuure he have two periods of intro to law, but then he still has more math classes, so basically Alex is a fancy math teacher and won't admit it. At least I'm honest with myself for just being an English teacher. 

"How is Bryce doing in your class? I'm worried about him," I say through a mouthful of food. This was normal small talk, asking about students we shared. Sure, it was boring as all hell, but so was sitting in silence.

Alex didn't answer at first, so I thought he was eating or just thinking to himself like me.

"What are you doing this weekend?" He asked suddenly

I was caught off guard to say the least, "um I have to take my (cat/dog) to the vet after school today but that's it... why?"

"Wanna see the new movie that just came out? It's based on a book. Which we all know you love," Alex teased.

My rose tint had returned in full bloom. My ears now where a soft red, too. I just nodded and look down st the bowl in front of me. I couldn't distract myself with eating if I was done eating.

But the bell saved me once more. I used to hate that thing when I was in school, but now it's my saving grace to get away from the man in front of me.

Alex just sighed and made his way to the hall once more. I stopped him.

"I'd love to. And maybe dinner, yeah?"

"Only if I can make you have a small death afterwards."