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It was fifteen minutes after the dismissal bell ring when Piper decided to show up for after-school detention. After AP History today, Ms. Vause asked her to come after school to discuss something and Piper had a pretty good idea about what it was.
Knocking on the door to prevent from startling the brunette, Piper entered the classroom and pulled a desk in front of Alex.
"Are you always late to everything?" Alex asked annoyed as she looked at the huge clock on the wall. "You're fifteen minutes late to my detention." She noted.
Piper smiled. "Relax. I got chocolate." She said, waving the heart shape box in front of Alex.
Valentine's Day was right around the corner so chocolate were on sale pretty early in stores.
Alex stopped her task of grading the "Do Now" papers she was grading to stare at the young teenager.
"You're fifteen minutes late to my detention because you went to buy chocolate?" She questioned.
Piper nodded. "Yeah—well, technically, no." She decided to tell the truth instead. "I stole them from someone." She said. "I stole chocolate for you woman, so be grateful I actually showed up at all." She said with pointing fingers as a gesture of control before tearing up the wrappers off the heart shaped box that contained the mini square chocolates of different flavors.
As Alex sat behind her desk, she couldn't help but squint really hard to maintain self-control.
Smug little bitch? She thought.
Piper took one of the chocolates and popped it in her mouth. Chewing on the soft candy, she hummed. "This is surprisingly good for something that's cheap and from rite aid."
Unbelievable—Alex's mind raced.
She couldn't stop herself from staring at Piper's lips.
Get it together Vause.
"Here," Piper pushed the box of chocolate in front of Alex. "Try the cherry one. You'll like it."
Alex wasn't reluctant to trying it because well, what idiot refuses chocolate? And besides, food— chocolate is exactly what she needs to keep her mouth shut and refrain from saying certain things.
Piper sat back in her desk and crossed her legs together as she watched the raven haired woman eat chocolate.
"I didn't peg you for the teacher's pet type." Alex said.
Piper chuckled. "I'm gonna go ahead and pretend like that's a compliment." She rolled her eyes. "Why am I here, Vause?"
"Why do you think you're here, Chapman?" Alex questioned with emphasis on the blonde's last name with raised eyebrows.
Piper scoffed. "You really kept me after for being three seconds late?" She said.
Alex smirked. She could care less about students being late or skipping her class. She used to do that in high school but except now, it's different. It's not her education on the line and she's not responsible for her student's decision. But since it's a stupid school rule and it's her job to pretend like she gives a shit, usually when a student is late to her class, she makes them do pushups if they're boys and if they're girls, she makes them do embarrassing impressions of cartoon characters if they have extra time at the end of class.
"No." Alex finally replied. "You're here because you're not supposed to make inappropriate comments to your teacher."
Piper rolled her eyes again and ran her fingers through her loose, blonde hair. "You like it." She said knowingly.
To that, Alex said nothing. She has a thing for naughty girls but usually, she has to bring it out of them because sometimes they're intimidated by her charm. With Piper, it comes out all on its own.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" Piper asked.
Alex doesn't do personal with anybody. The only people she gets personal with are her mother and her best friend, Nicky Nichols who she befriended during her unpleasant time somewhere she didn't exactly like.
Anyways, Piper's a different story though.
"If I say no you're gonna ask anyways right?" Alex asked.
Piper nodded. "I like the way you think, Ms. Vause."
With a sigh, Alex groaned and fixed her glasses. "Sure. Ask away, kid."
"Okay, so," Piper leaned closer over Alex's desk and began in a whisper. "The whole "yes I know I'm ridiculously fucking sexy and hot and can fuck you seven ways til Sunday" attitude, is it like all an act to intimidate both men and women or does that actually work for you because you're a member of the softball league?"
Alex chocked.
Talk about personal hunh? This is as close as it gets.
"Why do you look shocked?" Piper asked with a smile. "Do you not know what the softball league is?"
"I— um, I—"
For the first time ever, Alex Vause found herself speechless and never in her life has she been grateful for an imminent interruption.
At the door was Mr. Healy.
Mr. Healy is a grey headed, single, bitter, miserable man in his early fifties. He was a teacher for some time before he got promoted to a Dean a.k.a class master. He's a decent human being if you get to know him, but like every other human being; he has a lot of issues. And he seriously needs to get laid. Like, really badly.
"Yeah, now that you get the idea of the whole thing, you can start the essay." Alex pretended as though they were talking about History.
She pushed a blank line paper in front of Piper and excused herself to speak to Mr. Healy.
"I still want an answer." Piper mouthed.
…
Outside the door, Alex crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at Mr. Healy, encouraging him to speak.
"I know you're new here and everything," Mr. Healy began uncomfortably.
Alex could feel her intestine rolling in her stomach, giving her this feeling like she wanted to puke in the pit of her throat.
"And um," Well this is the part where it gets awkward. "You're an attractive woman, Ms. Vause and I'm just gonna go ahead and ask you if you'd like to grab a drink with me sometime."
Gross!
"Um—"Alex smiled. "I appreciate the offer, Mr. Healy but I don't really do dating." She said.
"Oh no, gosh, I meant as colleagues, of course." Mr. Healy coughed.
Nah. Lie.
"I know." Alex nodded. "I don't like mixing business with pleasure Mr. Healy. I'm a very professional woman."
"And I like that in a woman." Healy smiled.
Creep much?
"Yeah, and I also mean that I don't do boys— I mean men… at all."
In seconds, Alex watched Mr. Healy's whole face drain out of life into disdain— disgust even.
"Perhaps some other time though, Sam."
"It's a shame. You're such a beautiful young lady." And with that, Mr. Healy walked away leaving Alex standing at the door.
"Rude?"
…
"Holy shit!"
Alex walked back in the class and found Piper smiling at her as she always does. Only this time, it wasn't in a teasing way.
"What?" Alex asked.
"Besides lonely and bitter, Healy is only like the most homophobic person I know and he took his time to ask you out on a date and you bluntly replied and told him that you didn't "do men… at all." You said and I quoted." Piper laughed. "Now, that's what I fucking call badass."
God. Fuck me. Could this day get any fucking worse? Alex thought.
"Okay kid, time to go home." Alex said.
She needed a drink— many drinks actually and rant to Nicky about how fucking horrible this whole week's been.
"So I never got my answer." Piper said as Alex gathered her things. "I'm still waiting."
"Go home, Piper." Alex repeated. "Go do what teenagers do."
"Ouch?" Piper said offendedly. "I'm good company, and I came with chocolate— I feel taken advantage of, Miss Vause."
So overdramatic— Alex thought as zipped up her leather jacket and put her hair up in a ponytail. "Sure Pipes."
Piper's face outstretched a smile.
Pipes.
She likes it coming from Alex.
"Pipes?"
"What?" Alex asked, swinging her bag over her shoulders after shoving a bunch of papers inside it to grade over the weekend.
"You called me Pipes."
"No I didn't." Alex shook her head.
"Hey, believe me, I'm not complaining." Piper said. "I just didn't know that we were on nickname basis yet, considering you know, I can't make inappropriate comments to my teacher." She winked.
"Gosh, Piper." Alex groaned.
Piper chuckled. "Okay. Fine. I'm just saying." She grabbed the rest of the chocolate on the desk and began making her way for the door with Alex. "What are you doing this weekend, by the way?" She asked out of curiosity.
"None of your business." Alex replied, turning off the lights on their way out.
"Well, tomorrow's supposed to be nice and the school is having a charity car wash/bake sale to raise awareness for kid's cancer," Piper told her. "You should come by. It's at nine o'clock and there's free breakfast."
"I'm all for kicking cancer's ass, kid, but I got things to do, Piper." Alex replied. "And I don't have a car. I drive a motorcycle."
All Piper heard was motorcycle and she got extremely turned on.
There's that little touch of fire she was talking about. Alex Vause is tall, dark and mysterious, sarcastic but funny, and sexy as hell. She has the cool— charming rock star/biker look on point with the tattoos— the boots and leather clothing. The glasses just complete the mix and to make it even better, she drives a freaking motorcycle.
Amongst other things Piper has yet to discover about the brunette, that tiny bit she knew was enough.
"Bring me Krispy Kreme Doughnuts and an ice coffee on Monday." Piper said. "We're having breakfast together."
"Why do I feel like I don't have any say in this?" Alex asked.
"That's because you don't." Piper smirked. "Now I'm gonna go do what teenagers do and you go do whatever hot, lesbian teachers do." She whispered in the brunette's ears. "I'll be seeing you, Miss Vause. Monday. Seven o'clock, sharp."
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Well this is it for this chapter! Next chapter should be up soon and we'll be seeing more of Piper's job as a drug dealer and also a little more of Larry and the other characters like Poussey, Taystee and John, maybe even Mendez. Thank you for reading and please do leave a review and let me know what you thought. Until next time!