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A math teacher, and a choir director had something in common. Being in love with one of their students. It was bad, they know that, and they could possibly get in trouble. More likely fired, then arrested, however, Y/n was the sweetest, kindest and sexiest little bean at the school. And it was hard not to full for her. Harder to not fall for the little (big) package she had. But, they knew the risks, and for Y/n, they'd happily take it.
As the bell dismissed the students for lunch, Y/n took her time putting her things away. She didn't care for the school's lunches, though, the food must've came from a gourmet chef or something. They were that good. But, she usually packed herself lunch, because her momma's food, was better than some chef's.
"Y/n?" Looking up, she gave her girlfriend a embarrassed smile.
"Sorry, was thinking about momma's cooking. Just comparing it to the school's. Momma's food is better than any chef's." Amala gives a laugh, knowing there was only truth in those words. "Is love coming here, or are we heading over?"
"I believe we're heading over. She said she wanted to run a few song choices over with you." Y/n gives a whine, letting her head drop.
"It's a school talent show! I should be able to puck a song I wanna sing. Now, if she wants to puck one for the audition, then she can. But, it's the school, they don't need anything special." Amala chuckles as she walks over, kissing her girlfriend's forehead.
"You know Ariana love, just agree." Y/n rolls her eyes. The two grab their things, and after Amala locks her door, they head to them choir room, and walk inside, wondering where their lovely little singer was. But, when beeps from the microwave sound, they realize she's in her office, probably reheating food.
"Ariana?!" Amala calls out, earning a squeal from the office, then a head with a high ponytail pops out.
"Hey! I'll be there in two minutes! Y/n, the file on the podium is for you." She disappears, not seeing the roll of her girlfriend's eyes.
Shuffling over, Y/n flips open the file, and begins to look through the different selections. And she had to admit, they were amazing songs, especially Anyone by Demi Lovato. However, they were also hard. Unlike either of her lovers, sometimes her throat like to crap out, and if that happens during a performance, there could be no possibility pf starting over. It could ruin her shot.
"So, what do you think?" Y/n jumps, letting out a yelp as she glares at her snickering girlfriend.
"Of the songs, amazing. Of you, asshole."
"Rude, but what song?"
"Anyone. I'm just worried my voice will crap out in front to the school." Ariana gives a laugh, shaking her head.
"No no no, this is for your audition. And it won't, you gotta believe in yourself. Like we believe in you." Y/n blushes, then leans down to kiss her girlfriend softly.
"Thank you, baby girl." A goofy giggles escapes Ariana's mouth, loving that name. Amala rolls her eyes, letting out a snort.
"So, are you coming over tonight?" A smirk comes to Y/n's lips.
"Are you too gonna be my good princesses, or be brats that I need to take care of." The answers are different. Ariana says princess, but Amala says brat. Which, Y/n doesn't mind.
"If you wanna be a brat, that's fine, but you'll be tied up, not getting my dick, while Ariana gets everything you don't. So, you might want to think about it, love."
However, Amala snorts, rolling her eyes. Y/n shrugs her shoulders, knowing by the end of the day, Amala would have texted her an apology, promising to be a good princess for her. For now, she'll let her girls think tonight will be good, but it'll be far from good, and by tomorrow, will have trouble walking.
