I sat there in math class, Lilith was banging her head against her math book as Mrs. Vortex droned on about P.I.E and shit. We were all pretty bored.

That was until our teacher got a call.

"Hello darling I'm in the middle of a lesso-OH, I'm on my way just call Lute. I'll be there soon." She put the phone down. "Okay I've got to go, I'll have a sub in here soon BYE!" She practically sprinted, her short legs pounding down the hallway.

A few moments later the principle came in.

"Okay I'm sure you're all confused, I'm not even fully sure what's going on either, but Velvette had to leave, something that had to do with her wife I think? Anyways, I need you all to wait patiently for a sub. Thank you." She left, and the class immediately erupted in chatter.

Lilith leaned over. "I heard that Mrs. Vortex's wife works here, but had to take some time off because her due date was coming up. You have her class, don't you?"

"Yeah she teaches ELA." I said. "Last I saw her she was pregnant, so I guess your story matches up pretty well."

Lilith nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. Oh hey look!" She perked up as another teacher walked in.

"Ooh, this class isn't gonna be boring!" Lilith says.

The teacher was Mr. Hartfelt.

Of course it was.

"Oh Lord." I said.

"Hahahah, you're down bad!" Lilith whisper-yells, and I covered my heated face with my hands.

"I am not!"

"Yeah you are, now shut up before he yells at you." She replies, doodling on a random piece of paper on her desk.

"Whatever." I muttered, and looked up at the board as our teacher started talking.

I heard a few people whispering to each other, muttering things like, "so this is the new history teacher everyone's talking about? Damn he is hot!" or "ugh, I have his class, I tried hitting on him but it didn't reciprocate. I think he's straight." That was definitely Valentino. Urgh.

"Actually he has a fiancé wo's a guy. I'm pretty sure he just has the common sense to not fuck you and get fired." I shot over to him, and glared at me.

"How the fuck would you know?" Val hisses.

"Because we ran into them at a coffee shop on Saturday." Lilith says.

Valentino glared at us, before turning away and whispering some shit to Vox.

"You know," Vox says, leaning over. "It'd be a shame if it got out that you have not one, but two five-year-old daughters. Imagine what some of the teachers would think! I bet it would really affect how they view you as a student. And what would that do to your grades? It'd be sad to see you fail."

I rolled my eyes. "You're just as immature as you were in high school. You can't threaten me with my kids."

Vox's eyes narrowed. "You sure?" He stood up on his desk.

I rolled my eyes, exchanging a bored look with Lilith. "Here we go."

"Excuse me! Everyone! Could I have your attention for a sec? I have something to say." Vox says. This guy really thinks he's so smart. Idiot.

Mr. Hartfelt sighs in frustration. "Vox, whatever it is, I think it can wait until after class."

"No, I need to say this now." He insists. "Besides, I think this is something you'd like to know."

"Actually he already knows I have two daughters." I said. "They came by the coffee shop we went to. You remember, don't you Mr. Hartfelt?"

"Oh yes they were adorable. Can we get on with the lesson now?" Our teacher asks.

"How old are they?" Somebody asks.

"They're both five. Twins." I said cassually. "If anyone wants to see pictures just ask me later, but I think Mr. Hartfelt would like it if the lesson continued. Right Vox? You look pretty stupid just standing up there."

The black-haired man's cheeks went all red and puffy like a two-year-old about to have a tantrum. He sat down, crossing his arms over his chest in frustration while Val ran a nail file along his finger tips, seeming to not care.

I smirked as the lesson continued, he had us go onto our computers for an assignment and that was how the rest of the class went. Eventually the bell rang, signalling the end of class, and people rushed out to their next class.

As I was about to walk out, Mr. Hartfelt stopped me.

"What's up with that guy?" He asks in a low whisper.

"Who Vox?" I asked. "We used to be friends in high school, until it got out that I accidentally knocked up my girlfriend. I guess you could say he's an egotistical jerk wad who needs to grow up and get a life."

"Hmm," my teacher murmured. "Well, you tell me if you have any more problems with him, because you'd be surprised by how many people I can convince to do what I tell them."

I smiled. "I'll do that."

"Oh, and you mentioned something about pictures earlier? Perhaps you could show me some after class later?" He tilts his head.

I grinned at the chance to show off pictures of my girls. "Sure."

"Good." Mr. Hartfelt says. "Now go to your next class." He gave me a gentle shove and I smiled, walking down the hallway to science.