WHOA, M8 (Lams AU)(DISCONTINUED)

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JefferSON's POV
I walked up to the group of people.

"Heya FrenchFry, Horsefucker. How's life?" I smirked. Mulligan glared at me.

"It's fine, Jefferson" he spoke through gritted teeth. Poison laced his voice. I kept talking unharmed with his tone of voice.

"And who might this be? What'd I miss in this group of yours?"

"This is Ale-" Laffy Taffy was cut off by the kid. He stepped in front of them and stuck a hand out to me.

"Alexander Hamilton and there is a million things I haven't done... Yet" he smiled.

"Uh-huh.." I said studying his outstretched hand. With some disgust in the glare I might add. Where the hell is John..

Hamilton seemed shocked by my reaction and put his hand down with a sigh. "Rude bastard.." He "whispered".

My head snapped back and looked at his pathetic face and his strangely unsatisfied eyes. "What the fuck did you say to me, kid?" I sneered. Where the hell is John so we can leave!?

"I said that you were a rude bastard" he smirked stepping towards me.

"Oooooooooooooo" I glared at the two behind the dwarf man (he's not that short Jefferson..). Let's just say that I didn't need to put some bullets in their necks.

"I would fight you but everyone would think I'm punching a seven-year-old little boy." I looked at him "sadly" and stuck out my bottom lip. Hamilton's nose twitched and he raised a fist. Ooo this my hurt.

"Hey guys! Sorry I'm la-" SMACK! I gasped when I saw who he punched and Hamilbitch covered his stupid mouth.

He punched John.

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Alexander's POV
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god" I kept repeating as John, the beautiful angel John, sat on the cement, holding his delicate nose. Fuckerson dropped to his knees and moved John's hands a little to see what happened. He gasped and stood up.

"Don't." He took a step towards me. "You." Another one. "Ever." Closer. "Go." I could smell his cologne... Or is it perfume? "Near." His nose was touching mine. "Him again. You hear me?"

I opened my mouth to respond when I saw John rise off of the ground. Tears poured down his freckled cheeks and it made my heart break into a million pieces. Droplets of blood fell from the side of his hand and to the pavement. His expression was like he just saw me kick a toddler. And it killed me more.

Jefferson wrapped an arm around the broken angel. He glared at me and John hid his face from me as they walked past. Jefferfuck escorted him to a car, probably his own, and drove to a hospital. What have I done? As if reading my mind, Lafayette spoke.

"What have you done?" They turned and slowly walked away.

"Call us when you calm down." Herc scribbled his number down and followed the disappointed French person.

I fucked up...

Wowza

Y'all are gonna kill me huh? And these chapters keep getting shorter.. Sorry abOOT that