Alex POV(M):

"Alright class, imma hand out the clay. Your challenge is to create a lifelike pose of someone in this class. The wire is over there, and you may...start." Alex announced, looking out over the class. After Alex had rightfully claimed his fathers company, he made sure that quality was reinstated. Sales rebounded, and Alex opened up an art studio. 

Honestly, he loved what he did. Magnus had become a writer, his poetry famous. Now, for exactly this reason, Alex never told his class who his fiancé was. Granted, he didn't mean to tell them at all, but by chance, it had slipped. If Alex ever let them know that his fiancé was THE Magnus Chase, say goodbye to privacy.

But that didn't stop the class from constantly nagging him, trying to get him to spill the tea. They knew his fiancé was someone important, just not who. The funny thing is, though, Magnus didn't know Alex didn't want to tell his class. Leading to an odd day..

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Alex's phone rang, the echoes reverberating throughout the room. Because most of the kids who took her class were teens, phones were an obvious disturbance, so they came up with a rule. If your phone rang during class, you HAD to take it, put them on speaker without their knowledge, and had to carry on a normal conversation until they hung up. 

Everyone's head snapped up, surprised. Alex never got phone calls. They all looked at him expectancy, and Alex sighed, knowing this couldn't be avoided. His face froze in terror. He pressed accept, putting the person on speaker. The students leaned forward expectantly, waiting. An all too happy voice came on.

"Alex? Alex! I figured it out!!"

"Figured what out?" 

"The title for my new book. Y'know, the one that I've tried to come up with for a month and a half?"

"Yes, I'm happy you figured it out, but I'm in a class."

"Fine, but you forgot lunch. I'm bringing it to you."

"No, don't!" But the call had already ended, and Alex smacked her head on the desk as the students cheered.

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The students had been anxiously waiting, waiting to meet their teacher's lover. There was a knock, once, twice, and everyone's eyes shot to the door. 

Alex stood up, walking forlornly to the door. He turned the knob, and there stood his fiancé, salad in hand. 

He walked over, pecking Alex's cheek, setting the salad down, oblivious to the awed stares of the class. Alex covered his face with his hands, blushing furiously. He pointed to the class, jaws reaching the floor. Magnus simply smiled.

"Hi, Alex's class!" 

"You idiot, they're you're biggest fans."

"And?"

"And.."

"They didn't know we were engaged?"

"No.." Magnus huffed, pulling Alex, still a blushing mess, closer to him.

"So, any questions?"