For @berrytheanimatronic, you requested a long time ago so here ya go.

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Jacqueline POV-

I adjusted my white button shirt into my black skirt. Today was my first day as an art and physics teacher at Yorktown Middle School. I walked to my room, E612. I sat down and set my desk up, getting ready for my first class. Someone knocked on the door. I went to answer it, thinking it was my first class. Instead it was two amazingly hot and foine men.

"So what are you two doing here?"

"We just wanted to see if the new teacher was hot and we were right," said the one with a straight(Hah I wish I was) black hair in a ponytail and violet eyes.

"I think you got your facts wrong. I'm not hot."

"B****, what?" said the guy with curly black hair in a ponytail and freckles like me.

"The name's Alexander Hamilton and he is Francis Kinloch(It's time to stop making Kinloch abusive even tho I made him abusive).

"Whatever," I said, exasperated, going back to my desk to work. But obviously, these mother-f****** didn't leave me alone. I ignored them until my first class, physics, came in.

"Don't you dumbf**** have a class to teach?"

"Nope, free period."

"Y'all better not disrupt my class."

"We won't."

I started taking attendance. Then I started writing the definitions of matter and energy and how the two co-relate. As I was writing, I felt a paper ball hit the back of my head. I turn around to see Alex and Francis, smirking.

"Read it, babygirl."

"I'm not yo babygirl, a**holes."

I picked up the ball and unraveled it. ARE YOU SERIOUSLY KIDDING ME!!!!!!! These dumbf**** literally wrote on their how fine my a** is. Oh these two are definitely dying today. I walk over to the two smirking idiots.

The rest was a flurry of tai-chi moves that are to graceful, powerful, and too downright complicated to explain (I also don't want to because I'm too gay).

In a matter of 30 seconds, I had 2 cans of pepper spray in my hands that said "get lost" on them, and Francis and Alexander were lying on the ground with their faces scratched and bruised

"Oops, looks like I cracked a nail." I said, sticking up middle finger.

"Damn, she is beautiful, dirty, and tough, all on one package,"exclaimed Alex, since he's a f***ing horny bast**d.

I kicked him, and he literally flipped over. They ran out of the classroom before I could kick then again.

I heard yelling from the hall.

"I'll be back class, those motherf****** are doing some other dumb thing that ain't good for them." I said as I ran out of the class.

In the hall, I saw Francis and Alex kicking someone lying prone on the floor.

"Hey," I yelled at those a**holes. They turned to look at me, and that's when I got them with the help of pepper spray.

"Hah, Got 'eem," I said triumphantly as they fled with their hands over their eyes.

I walk to the boy teacher on the floor. He was unconscious, but beautiful, even when lying on the floor, nice chocolate skin, stubble, and floofy hair.

Thomas Jefferson POV-

Those horrible men were hurting me again, they rushed up to me like a pack of wild animals, clawing, punching, and lashing out at me. One kicked me, and my legs were swept from beneath me, and I fell, hit my head on the floor, and the world went dark.

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When my eyes could finally open again, I saw a beautiful woman kneeling over me. She had beautiful hazel eyes, with glasses, long curly chestnut hair tied with a rainbow bow, in a long braid, reaching down to her waist, and freckles all over her cheeks, nose, and knees.

"Hey, do you teach here?" I asked.

"I'm new here. Started today" she said.

"Ok, thanks for saving me from those brutes," I replied, gratefully.

"What do you teach?" she says.

"I do tech and politics with Alex. You?," I reply, spellbound by her eyes, her beautiful, chestnut eyes and hypnotized by her melodious voice.

"Art and Physics. Sorry to leave you, I need to get back to my class." She replied, breaking my trance.

I spend the rest of my free period hanging out in the teacher's lounge. For the rest of the day, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I didn't even get her name. She was so beautiful. Her eyes, her freckles, her everything.

Jacqueline POV-

That man was so handsome and cute. I walked out of the school to find him waiting for me there.

"Oh hey. I'm so sorry I had leave in the middle of our conversation. Jacqueline Laurens," I said, smiling and extending my hand for a handshake.

"No problem. Thomas. Thomas Jefferson. I know this sounds awkward but can I get self-defense classes from you."

"Oh sure. My place, tomorrow 6 pm," I told him as we exchanged our numbers and addresses, "Oh and text me."

I walked away to my Honda, only to find Alex and Francis there waiting for me.

"Babygirl, what you did today was not good."

"Yeah, what you are doing right now is not good," I say, bearing my fists.

"Hah, you are no match for our sick judo skills," said Francis.

"Courtesy of Quik-Learn online judo academy," murmured Alex.

"Hah, you think the internet can save you from my wrath."

"Um, maybe?" said Alex, more a question than a response.

With the majestic battle cry of "Yeet," I booted Alex over my car. As Francis tried to punch me, I stepped to the side, sending him flying, and tripped him so he fell flat on his face. I stuck one foot with a high heel on his back, preventing him from rising.

He yelled, "Get her, Alex!" But to no avail, I ducked his punch and used my braid as a whip, lashing him hard on the face, and sent him . Francis meanwhile, was getting to his feet, and charged at me. What he didn't seem to notice was that Alex was charging from the other direction, so I sidestepped as they ran smack into each other and fell unconscious. I then stepped into my car then drove away. I was driving when I realized 'f***,' they'll take out their anger at Jefferson, who doesn't have a car, so he'll be easy pickings.

I drive to his house, and pull over, I smear mascara under my eyes, like a football player. As I step out, I take off my high heels and flick out the blades in the toes. I name them, gore and bloodshed. As I walk in, I see a man with a pipe in his hands, ready to mug me, but I bear my blades and he turns a blind eye. As I walk further down, I see three figures, one barely standing. Jefferson. I walk closer, and Alex and Francis scram. I put my high heels on, and walk calmly out of the alley. I carried him to the apartment and wrote him a note, "your welcome."

Thomas POV-

Though teaching was dull, it was made better by the thought of Jacqueline there to protect me.

After school I walked to her house, which was rustic, but practical. I walked up her driveway, flanked by aloe Vera and golden barrel cacti. When I walked up to the door, she opened it and invited me in.

"I would recommend a weapon before unarmed fighting." She said sweetly.

"Um... a dagger, something I could carry around," I say, clueless.

"Oh, switchblades then," she said absentmindedly. She walked over to a shelf and pulled 2 daggers from the shelves. "Here are Romeo and Juliet, Romeo likes fair fights, and Juliet will do anything to kill." She placed their sheaths into my hands. For the next hour, I familiarized myself with the blades. And over the next two, I learned everything about knife combat, from parries to backslashes.

After 3 hours I left for home, feeling ready for anything Alex and Francis could throw at me.

In the morning, I left for school. I sat in the teacher's lounge for a while and drank coffee. When wandering the hallways a short time later, I saw Francis and Alex but I paid them no mind they walked up to me. Francis pointed a gun at me.

I grinned, "You brought a gun to a knife fight."

I swatted it out of his hand, and it clattered on the floor. I drew Romeo with my right hand, carrying my coffee with my left. I butted the blunt on my blade on Francis' head, knocking him cold. I splashed coffee on Alex's face. I grabbed both by the feet and carried then outside, to the flagpole.

Jacqueline POV-

When I arrived at school, I heard yelling from above. When I looked up, I saw Alex and Francis hanging by their underwear, wait- their underwear was the only thing they were wearing.

They were hanging, practically naked, from their underwear, on the pole. Their bare legs were winking in the light.

Alex POV-

Holy Sh**, i am hanging from the pole from my underwear. Why are my legs so cold, OH MY GOD!!! I Am F***ing Naked, wait francis is next to me, also wearing only his skivs, if only we were actually naked. I still tried to f*** him before he wakes up.

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Jacqueline POV-

I am so proud of Thomas, I walked up to him and hugged him

"Thank you for teaching me to confront my worst nightmare," said Thomas

"Your welcome"

"You know, there is only one thing I'd like to change about you."

I felt nervous, "what?"

"Your last name."

"Oh my gosh, of course I'd marry you"

*timeskip bought to you by some dank Insta noodles*

"Will you take Jacqueline Laurens to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"Yes"

"Will you take Thomas Jefferson to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Yes"

"You may kiss the bride"

Thomas rushed in to kiss me. It was a cold shower and a warm bath, all at once. We drew so close, we felt like one body, one mind, one person. And then there was the tongue, the wet, sexy tongue caressing every corner of my mouth. We kept kissing while walking to my house, to my bed, under the sheets. We tore off each others clothes frantically, like wild animals, his shirt, my dress his pants, my undergarments, then his underwear. Even his a** was absolutely amazing in every way. We fit together perfectly, me being a lock and him being a key, we did this for what felt like an hour, and then a full day, each melding into another, like our two bodies. When this was over, we felt amazing, and satisfied

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I just ended up pregnant 2 days later.