In many stories even in the series, it's clear that Alex seems to always have all the power whether it's in the business she's in or her relationship with Piper and only rarely does it show Piper being in control of things so this storyline popped in my head and I couldn't seem to make it go away so I thought I would give it a try and see how you guys respond to it.

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It was the first day back to school since Christmas break and Piper couldn't be happier. Business was going great all around. Her clients were satisfied with the new grown products over the break which meant money was coming in a lot like liquid and her employers were happy which meant, Santa had really pull through for her for this upcoming year.

However, she wasn't so pleased with the class she was going to have to go to next period. As she opened her locker, one of her clients and close friend, George Mendez also known as Pornstache came standing dangerously close to her and interrupted her from whatever she was doing at her locker.

"I'm out." He whispered. "I need an ounce maybe even two of the new stuff." He reached in his pocket but Piper kicked his foot seeing as though teachers were around and the hallways weren't exactly clean.

"Ow?"

"Get away from me Mendez." She spoke through gritted teeth.

She was a dealer. Everyone around knew it because they bought from her— everyone except the faculty staff and it had to be kept that way. Yeah, she took the risk to bring products to school but it was only because she knew how to hide away the smell. However, she didn't deal in between periods unless she was really behind on debt and owed her buyer which now wasn't so much of an issue anymore because she grew her own product and it's been selling really well.

"What?" Mendez asked. "Is this because I blew off your New Year's party? I mean I'm sorry but I was baked." He laughed, clearly high from snorting other unnatural chemicals up his nose that didn't come from her.

"No, you fool." Piper pulled out her AP History binder before pushing Mendez away from her.

"Fine, I'll add an extra hundred, Happy New Year."

Piper raised her eyebrows. "See me during lunch. I don't have an ounce on me but I'll hook you up with a little something." She promised.

"You're the man, Piper Chapman!" Mendez spoke happily with red eyes and a ridiculous smile on his face.

"Yeah, yeah," Piper ran her fingers through her hair. "Now go to class." She pushed him annoyed as the bell ring for period four entry.

Piper sighed once Mendez was out of sight. He wasn't her problem to worry about. He was a client like any other and he clearly had issues but somehow, she couldn't help but feel guilty and think that she was helping him feed his addiction by selling him weed. But weed is natural, nothing's wrong with weeds— but heroin, coke… that was all him. She doesn't sell him that crap.

Yet she worries for him.

Fucking Larry…

He's the whole fucking reason she worries. He and Mendez are great friends, since grade school they've been together and Piper didn't want that gone. They're good for each other.

Which made her even more pissed off.

She had to be fucking the sensitive guy.

Angrily, she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and sprint through her text message history as she took her sweet time to get to class.

To Larry:

Get Mendez to pull his shit together. Slap him, beat him up, take his money, threaten to call his father back to town to smack some sense into him. Do whatever you have to do because I will not fucking have him die and feel guilty about it. 'Kay? Love you.

Once the message was sent, she finally decided it was time she really head to class before a class master caught her wondering in the empty hallways without a pass.

Now don't get her wrong, Piper loved history and everything that came along with it. Heck, it was her favorite class. But it was only like her single most boring class ever, that every time she stepped into that class, she wanted to stab her eyes out and she's sure that every other student in that class shared the same feelings. Sometimes the lessons are interesting but her teacher, Mrs. Dell, her way of teaching is so miserably boring, it's hard to associate the word "fun" in her lessons.

But today as she walked into class late as usual, she was met by a dark, raven haired woman who couldn't possibly be more than twenty-six years old. She stood about 5'10, pale skin, and pink lips— wore black from head to toe, that she could almost pass for the biker type or even a rock star. Her black eyeliner matched her greens eyes and her curly hair was perfect— long, dark, wavy, thick, healthy and slicked back, hanging over her shoulders. Her dark secretary-like glasses held in her hands, awaited Piper's distraction to the class.

"Piper Chapman, is it?" She read it off the attendance sheet after putting her glasses back on.

Piper nodded. "Yeah." She replied, dazed out, almost fascinated by her new teacher's beauty up-close. "And you're not Mrs. Dell." She stated the obvious.

Mrs. Dell is an old lady who should retire. Piper had the impression that she never will unless the principal personally fired her.

Thank God.

Piper heard some whispers in the back as she stood in front of the class.

"Nope." Her teacher replied. "And you're late to my class. Now, go sit down."

Piper flashed her a smile— almost friendly, yet flirty before walking to the back of the class where she sat.

Piper sat down, looking squarely at her teacher as she mouthed the words: "You're fucking hot."

She didn't seem to care about how inappropriate that was. It was a fucking compliment.

Piper watched her teacher turn a light shade of pink and cleared her throat.

That told Piper something but she was still analyzing it a little bit more.

"As I was saying before," She started again. "My name's Alex Vause, you may call me Ms. A or Ms. Vause, whatever you like." She introduced. "I will be your temporary substitute teacher while your former teacher Mrs. Dell undergoes surgery and recovers, which might take a while so you guys are gonna have to get used to me being around." She said.

Nobody made a peep. Everyone was acting as if it was the first day of school. Quiet, respectful and shy… as they should to a stranger.

"The rules here are pretty simple with me," She continued. "I don't care if you use your phones because it's a stupid school rule. If I use my phone then you guys can use yours too. If you have an emergency and you need to contact someone, you can also use your phone, just as long as you ask me." She said. "Don't let me catch you sneaking it like some stupid thief because then, I'll be really pissed."

Alex could see a few faces brighten as soon as those words left her mouth. With Mrs. Dell, the kids couldn't sneak their phones out of their pockets without her noticing. She was old but she was fucking good at taking phones for the day.

"We already like you."

"I don't give homework often because I hate putting in the grades just as much as you guys hate doing it so do my class work because they will count as your homework." Alex informed them.

The contentment and the chatter started amongst the students. Where has she been their whole life?

"Quizzes are every Friday and chapter tests at the end of each month so study because it's forty percent of your grade." She said.

A few whining voices here and there but they got over it rather quickly. It was a small price to pay to use their phones. And besides, test and quizzes were to be expected.

"I do a lot of fun group activity so you guys are going to need to get along in this class. I don't care if you like each other or not. Work it out, figure it out and get my work done. Is that understood?"

A few nods and Alex knew they got it.

Like she said, simple rules. She's pretty mellow and cool because not too long ago, she was a student, and she remembers what it was like for her. She fucking hated school and teachers and rules but hey, she did it and the irony? She's now a fucking teacher.

"Any questions?" She asked.

A boy raised his hand and Alex picked on him.

"Can we eat in this class?" She asked.

Alex squinted at him. She's cool with mostly anything but food? Eh.

"No." She blurted. "You can't eat in this class because I may be cool but I don't wanna clean up after your crap, and I don't want my class turning into a zoo where cockroaches parade at night. So, no. You may not eat in this class." She replied. "But I drink a lot of coffee and water so beverage is acceptable but once it's spilled on my floor that's gone, so I'm gonna trusts you guys to not be clumsy."

Great.

"Anymore questions?"

Her eyes wondered around the room and everyone seemed to be in agreements with the rules. No complaints or whining.

"Okay." She licked her lips and looked at Piper in the back. "And oh, one more thing, get to my class on time."

Piper smirked back at her and clapped her hands together silently. "Alex Vause— hot and sexy. Bravo"

Alex rolled her eyes.

Ignore her. She's just a kid, Vause. She repeated the words in her head trying to make them convincing by pretending that it was her friend Nicky saying them. It works. You're her teacher. Don't let her antagonize you. It's all an act to get your attention.

And it seemed to be fucking working.

"Great." Alex rolled her eyes and clasped her hands together. "Get into groups of four. It's a beautiful morning to learn History, ladies and gentlemen."

The students moved around the room, pairing themselves with friends. Alex didn't care how they worked it out. For now, it'll have to do as she learns their names. And it can stay like that if they don't fuck it up for themselves because she's sure that Mrs. Dell picked their groups when they did any group activity.

She liked to give them choices. That's the great thing about teaching juniors and seniors; they're old enough to make their own decisions. And she's usually fine with it until they screw it up and she has to take matters into her own hands.

But hopefully that doesn't have to happen.

"We're gonna have a lot of fun together."

"Yeah, we will." Piper muttered under her breath as Alex passed by her desk, distributing the group activity assignment.

If there's one thing that Piper has learned in the last ten minutes or so, it's that her teacher was pretty gay and she knew that because she saw how Alex reacted to her silent back to back flirting. She's not going to go as far as saying she knew her teacher already, usually, she's pretty great at figure out people by studying them but with Alex, there was more to her than just a hot twenty six year old who happens to be a lesbian and teaches high school students AP History Honors.

Piper had a good feeling about her new teacher. They're indeed going to have a lot of fun together. At least she knows she will for damn sure.

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