Summary: You’re the teacher of an eight year old girl named Diana Diaz.
Pairing: SingleFather!Oscar x Teacher!Reader POC
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Warning: If you are not a POC (specifically black women) some things mentioned/said may offend you. All things said in reference to PWOC (people without color) can be proven true. PWOC heed at your own risk lol.
I grabbed all my supplies out of my car and began to walk towards Brentwood Elementary (ik its not creative). As I heard my heels click and clack against the freshly cleaned tile floors of the hallway I thought about the long unnecessary conferences I would be having with my students’ parents. The principal mandated that all teacher must have face to face conferences with parents to discuss the progress of the students. I say that is useless because I had already held a parent teacher conference last week, but the principal only wants us to re-hold (is that english??) the conferences because of the observers that are supposed to be visiting.
“Ms. (L/N)”
A scratchy voice boomed through the hallways. I turned to see that it was Mrs.Adams the 4th grade history teacher. I turned to face her with a half hearted smile.
“Good morning Mrs.Adams. Can I help you with something”
“I just wanted to remind you that the observers were coming today and I was wondering if you were going to fix your hair”
She said this with a look of distaste.
“I don’t know what you mean Mrs. Adams. Can you be more specific as to what is wrong with my hair”
I was biting my tongue trying not to waste any of my energy on this white lady’s shenanigans.
“I mean it’s just so unprofessional. Did you forget that the observers are coming today, because I don’t think you would’ve come to school consciously with your hair looking like that”
The more she talked the stronger I had to suppress myself from unleashing a whole world of hurt upon this white lady. She knows what she’s doing. She wants me to act out in front of the guests and parents. She’s had it out for me every since I transferred into the history department. It’s pretty obvious what her problem with my hair or should I say her problem with me is. Just before I could say something I felt a strong somewhat reassuring hand land on my shoulder. Just as I turned my head to see the owner of this reassuring hand a deep commanding voice began to softly echo off of the walls of the hallway.
“Don’t you think it’s pretty unprofessional to comment on a co-worker’s appearance”
A tall Latino man wearing grey coveralls with a name tag that read Oscar spoke.
“I wasn’t making a comment on her appearance i was simply making a suggestion. I’m entitled to voice my opinion, don’t you have some floors to clean” Mrs. Adams glared at Oscar with a condescending tone.
“Keep your opinions to yourself, nobody cares for what you have to say. I’m actually here for the parent teacher conference, but i don’t know about having my child in a school with such a racist bitch like you” he glared back at her.
Mrs.Adams’ jaw dropped. She had just insulted a parent this could be the end of her career.
“I definitely hope yo ass aint Ms. L/N because then I think we might have a fucking problem”
“Actually I am Ms. L/N. If you follow me I can lead you to the classroom and we can begin the conference” I spoke up as I politely pushed Oscar away from Mrs. Adams.
As we walked away from Mrs. Adams Oscar sent her the evilest stank eye I have ever seen. I would personally never want to be on the receiving end of his glances of disgust, because if looks could kill Mrs. Adams would drop dead in the blink of Oscar’s eye.
I fumbled with my classroom keys as I attempted to make small talk with Oscar.
“Thank you for intervening Oscar. It’s too early for me to handle her” I said with a hand gesture in her direction. (i didn't know how to describe the specific hand gesture but if you know you know)
“No problem Maestra, but how you know my name? Did we fuck?” he smirked.
I quickly opened the door and replied with a swift No.
“Then how you know my name Oscar Morenita “
“Your name tag. Your name is literally plastered across your chest”
“You checking me out Maestra” He stepped closer to me and stared at me playfully.
“Maybe” I matched his playful energy and smirked at him.
I know i’ve been gone for a long ass time and this is hella short, but I just wanted to show y’all i’m still alive cuz some of yall seemed a lil worried. Tell me if I should turn this into a mini series✨
