Still lesbian pride day when I'm writing this so get fucked! I love this, because I'm not skinny. I'm kinda overweight so yeah. I like this...

Also, TW. Attempted Teacher X Student rape.....sorryyyy

Alexander's POV.

"Mr. Hamilton. Please stay after class for a minute." The sickenly sweet voice says. Dripping with venom and a smirk plastered on his face as he stares at me like I'm his prey.

Like he always does.

I slowly nodded my head and jumped slightly as the bell signalling the end of the day rang throughout the room. Chatting immediately broke out as people began walking with their friends out of the classroom.

It was the last class of the day on a warm May Friday afternoon. It was History class. One of my best classes. Besides Language Arts or debate club. Both taught by George Washington. My adoptive father.

My hands were shaking as more and more students left the classroom. I shot a glare at my enemy - and secret crush - as he left the classroom. Smiling at me as he did so with a shit eating grin as always.

Stupid Jefferson. Stupid smile. Stupid feelings.

I thought to myself as the door closed behind the last of the students. I gulped and looked down at my lap. Fiddling with my fingers nervously as Mr. Reynolds - Maria Reynolds father - stood at the front of the room. Silent.

But I felt his stare on me. Feeling myself want to curl up into a ball and cry as he slowly started walking over to the desk I was sitting at.

He was now standing in front of my desk. Still smirking.

He always made me feel uncomfortable. By always walking around the room while teaching. But. Always passing my desk and stopping for a minute longer than usual to stare at me. Make me feel violated with just his stare.

Always touch me lightly on my arm. Put his hand over mine "accidentally" when I would hand something to him and he would forcefully grab my hand for a couple seconds before letting go and chuckling to himself. One time he-he even put a hand around my waist. I pulled away from him and stared at him in shock but he would just have that. Same. Damn. Smirk. On his face.

He always scared me. Made me feel so small. So vulnerable.

I didn't look up at him. Knowing that I would be face to face with someone who scared me most.

"W-what do you want, sir?" I asked. He stared at me and after a long pause of silence, he finally answered.

"Sir...I like it..." He said quietly. Making me shiver in disgust of what he was saying.

He placed his hands on the desk. Now looming over me. I began to tremble as he leaned in next to me. Putting his head on my shoulder - near my neck - and nibbling my ear lightly. I gasped slightly and went to stand up. But he put both of his hands on my shoulders.

"Nu-uh Alexander. You aren't getting away from me that easily." He said into my ear. I felt a shiver go down my spine as fear slowly took over all my senses.

He stood up suddenly and I couldn't help but flinch in fear. He walked over to the door and I couldn't see what he was doing. But when a click echoed through the empty room. It didn't take me long to figure out that he had locked the door. Locked me and him in this room together. Me and this pervert.

No other word to describe him. But I could surely think of many others. Disgusting comes to mind. Creep is another.

He walked back over to me and I found myself frozen.

Why? Why couldn't I move? Why can't I say anything?

Because I'm afraid. I'm so, so afraid of this man...

He leaned over me again and began biting on my neck. Slightly sucking on it. I tried to pull away and whimpered as he put one of his hands on my cheek and held me in place. I could feel his hot breath against my neck. And it was making me feel sick.

"Oh Alexander~" He whispered against my skin. I tried to shrink away from him and tried to muster up all the courage I could to stand up to him. But instead. It came out as broken.

"St-stop!" I whimpered. I silently cursed myself out for stuttering. He chuckled darkly before pulling away from me and standing up straight. I didn't move for fear of punishment. One of my old traits from when I was in foster care. All the abuse I suffered for four years of my life. All the pain.

It's all coming back.

"Heh. So cute~" He purred. Putting two fingers under my chin and lifting my face up to look up at him. I was about to turn my head but the soft, gentle touches soon turned to cold and angry.

He grabbed my face and pulled me up slightly before he crashed his lips onto mine.

Forcefully.

My eyes widened on instinct as I shook my head. Trying to turn it away from Reynolds. But he just moved himself closer against me.

I felt the hot sting of tears in my eyes. Pouring out and seeming like they would never stop. My throat and chest burned from the lack of oxygen I was getting. I started struggling more as he licked my bottom lip and soon enough plunged his tongue into my mouth.

Swallowing the yelp I let out as he bit my bottom lip as he pulled away from my mouth before finally releasing my lip. Both of his hands still on my cheeks.

As soon as he pulled away, I stood up quickly and turned to run to the door. I was able to get a couple steps to the door. But was soon tackled to the floor. I was about to scream when a hand was pressed against my mouth. Rendering me helpless...

"Shut the fuck up you little slut and let this happen!" He growled. All fake happiness that was once in his voice. Now gone. Now his voice was emotionless and terrifying. No emotion but anger and lust. Making a deadly mix.

He moved one of his hands down to the waistline of my pants. Beginning to tug them down slightly. I was able to kick him off and get to my feet as he groaned in pain on the floor. Clutching his stomach.

I sprinted over to the door. Unlocking it and barely even opening it, before it slammed in my face. I was shoved roughly against the door and my hands were pinned above my head. I cried as he wrapped his arms around my waist and started carrying - more like dragging - me away from the door. I was kicking and flailing my arms around as he did so.

He walked behind his desk and shoved me into the wood. My hip hitting the corner of it. Causing me to wince in pain. I turned back to him but was quickly turned around and slammed onto the desk. Bending me over it.

He held my wrists by the sides of my head as he began to bite my neck and whisper into my ear about how beautiful I am. While I'm kicking and screaming and crying for him to let me go. But he wasn't listening. My pleas fell on deaf ears. In one way, and out the other.

One of his hands released one of my wrists and began trailing down my sides. Slowly and softly touching my hips and waist. Before stopping at the waistband of my skinny jeans. I let out a sheik causing him to snap that wandering hand over my mouth.

"Listen here boy, if you don't shut the fuck up. Everything will be worse for you, little bitch." He hissed in my ear. I shook my head earning it to be slammed down on the wooden desk. Causing a whimper to escape my lips.

He leaned over me once again and began to bite my neck as he released my mouth and continued to slowly stroke his hand down my waist. I closed my eyes tightly as I squirmed around in his grip.

Please God no. I-I can't have my virginity taken by my history teacher. Bent over his desk like-like some whore!

He began to tug on my jeans again and I tried to flail around. Trying to do anything I can to stop this from happening.

"S-stop! Stop! Please stop! I-I don't want th-this! Pl-please st-stop!" I tried to scream. But it came out more as a sob mixed in with stuttering. He growled in anger and put his hand back over my mouth.

"What the fuck did I just tell you slut?" He spat at me. Before he took his hand off of my mouth, I bit down on his hand as hard as I possibly could. He yelped and pulled away from me slightly. I took this chance to kick him in the groin as hard as I could.

"FUCK!!!" He screamed falling to the floor. I pushed myself over the side of the desk. Falling on my back. Hitting my head on the floor. I groaned and pushed myself to my feet. Reynolds seemed to have recovered quickly. He was leaning against the desk breathing heavily.

"You little BITCH!!!" He yelled glaring at me. I whimpered and pushed myself to my feet. I turned and ran to the door. But I was so close. So close to just, escaping. When he grabbed my hair once again and pulled me to the floor.

"Pl-please stop! Please! Please! S-stop!" I cried as he dragged me backwards. He through me against the wall and picked me up slightly. Pinned my wrists to the wall. I squirmed in his grip as he pushed against me. His head by my ear.

"Your a clever little bitch aren't ya! It's gonna be fun listening to your cries of pain as I-" Before Reynolds could finish, the door to the classroom opened.

"Mr. Reynolds, I wanted to-" Whoever was talking, cut themselves off with a shocked gasp.

Reynolds pulled away from me quicker that he had grabbed me. He stood straight and wide eyed. I fell to the floor with a cry and looked up at Reynolds who was staring at the unexpecting student who just walked in. I scrambled to my feet and took a couple steps back away from Reynolds. And into a corner.

My breathing was uneven as I tore my eyes from Reynolds to whoever walked into the room. Oh God.

"Mr. Jefferson. What are you doing here?" Reynolds said taking a step forward. Jefferson was staring at me. Shock written across his face.

"I-I came for my books...I forgot them...." He said motioning to a desk with two books underneath it. I was shaking so much I thought I would fall over. Jefferson wouldn't take his eyes off me. He seemed, worried almost?

"Oh. Just grab what you wanted and leave. Me and Mr. Hamilton were just discussing some business." Reynolds said turning to smile at me.

Jefferson looked at me as he walked over to his desk. Just glancing down on occasions to see where he was walking.

When he grabbed his books he looked between me and Reynolds. He looked uncertain. When Reynolds was looking at Jefferson, I looked his in the eyes and mouthed the words "help me" to him. He gasped slightly and looked to Reynolds.

"Um, actually. I also came looking for Hamilton as well. I'm his ride home so," Jefferson said nervously looking at Reynolds. Reynolds glared at him slightly, but painted a smile on his face for show.

"Oh I could just drive him home. I'm friends with his father and all. So if you wouldn't mind-"

"Well, Alexander's my boyfriend and we were going out somewhere so if you wouldn't mind and get the fuck away from him. It would be greatly appreciated." Jefferson said more forcefully this time. Taking both me and - as I could tell - Reynolds by surprise.

Reynolds balled his fists up as I slowly made me way over to Jefferson. Standing behind him and clutching onto his arm.

"Get me out of here..." I whispered only loud enough for him to hear. He nodded to me and put a hand around my waist. We walked over to the door like that, Reynolds gaze never leaving me. I walked out the door, but Jefferson stopped. Looking back into the classroom.

"And, if I find out you have ever touched him again, it would be the worst mistake of your life. So stay the fuck away from both of us." Jefferson said, slamming the door shut behind us.

As soon as the door closed, I buried my head into Jefferson's chest as I let out a choked sob.

"Alexander, what happened in there...?" Jefferson asked slowly. Rubbing my back. I shook my head against him.

"C'mon, I'll drive us back to my house so we can talk this out. Here," He picked me up bridal style and carried me over to my locker. He set me down carefully in front of it.

"Grab your stuff so we can head back to my place." He said. I nodded and opened my locker. I gathered my things and then closed my locker.

He offered to carry me again - and despite how much I wanted it - I shook my head no. I didn't want to seem more pathetic than I already did. We walked out to his car. Which was a brand new black jeep. We got in, well, because of my height I had to hop in. But, it's fine I guess. We drove in silence over to his house. Which was, almost as large as George and Martha's house.

Beautiful. That's all I could think. Jefferson stopped the car and grabbed both of our backpacks from the back seats.

"My mom shouldn't be home for a while. So we can talk about what happened in private. That is...if you want to? I won't push you if you don't, but, I need an explanation for what I saw back there..." He said quietly. I nodded.

Knowing that if I open my mouth or speak. All that would come out would be sobs.

We got out of the car and walked up towards his front door. He opened the door after unlocking it. Pushing it open for me. We walked inside and I was met with how, pristine and elegant this house looked.

But, I kept my face down. Playing with my fingers as I followed close behind him up the stairs and to a bedroom. Inside, the walls were painted a magenta color and his sheets on his bed were the same as his walls. I couldn't help but weakly smile at that.

He placed our backpacks against the bed and stretched. I sat on the bed and slipped off my shoes. Pulling my feet to my chest right after. I felt the bed dip slightly next to me but didn't look at Jefferson.

"So, um, what exactly happened back there...?" He asked quietly. I sniffled and shrugged my shoulders.

"Hamilton - Alexander..." The use of my first name came as a surprise slightly. I know he used it back in the classroom - the classroom.

"Now is no time to be stubborn with answers. I need to know what happened so I can help you. So that-" That's when the first sob ripped through my body. Jefferson seemed shocked. I would've enjoyed seeing him so scared if it wasn't over me.

I sobbed into my knees. As I tried to get enough air to speak to Jefferson. To explain. Oh God, how do I explain.

"H-he t-touched me! He-he w-wanted s-sex! I d-didn't! I-I-I-" I cut myself off when only broken sobs came out of my mouth. I felt Jefferson wrap his arms around me and I couldn't help but lean into his embrace. I laid my head on his chest and hugged his torso.

"Shh, shh. It's okay Alexander...I'm here. I won't ever let him touch you again." Jefferson - Thomas said, combing his fingers through my hair. I shook my head against him.

"N-no it's n-not! He-he w-won't stop!" I cried.

"Shh, shh. I'm here. We-we'll report him! He'll get arrested. Everything will be okay. I promise..." He said quietly. I hugged him tighter as I felt myself begin to calm down. I remember falling asleep to the sound of Thomas's voice.

He made me feel safe. Good. 

A/N

Jesus guys. Two Jamilton stories in one day. Noice.

Okay. Forgot to wish all my loyal readers a HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!!!

Everyone is important and loved and this month is for everyone! Especially my LGBTQIA+ buds! 

Comment what you are bellow, if your comfortable with that. 

Hate will NOT be tolerated. Here, I'll go first -

I'm GenderFluid. Born a girl, and only one person respects my pronouns. Not even my friends do. I'm also Pansexual. More interested into girls. But I'm okay with guys, other non binary people or anyone else. Male to females, gender doesn't matter to me. Just who you are.

I'm also Polygamey. Even though I'm 14. I tried to get my crush and my girlfriend to date each other. Didn't go well. So that happened. But, I don't need a three people relationship to be happy. 

I also am Arosexual. I have thought about it a lot and if people wanted to just make out or hold hands in the hallway with no strings attached, I'm cool with that. And for that, I have been called a slut a lot. 

I've never done that before. But high schools coming up! But if I was dating someone, I of course wouldn't do that. I would be loyal to them.

Okay, so that's me. Feel free to say who and what you are! Love all of you guys, once again, Happy Pride Month!