Beautiful Eyes

chapter 1

(John Lauren's POV)

I shivered, pulling my jacket  closer to my body. I jogged up the steps of the college, suit case bumping up the stairs behind me.  I walked inside, and sighed as warm air engulfed me.
I looked around,  before walking to the desk in the center of the room, clearing my throat in an attempt to get the lady at the desk's attention.    She looked up at me, giving me a warm smile.
"Hi, I'm uh, John Laurens. I'm here to check in." I blushed slightly, not knowing why I was so awkward. She just chuckled slightly, pulling papers out a drawer, and handing them to me.
"There's your schedule and your room number." She smiled, looking back at her computer. "The dorms are down that hallway."
I thanked her, turning and walking down the hall. I pulled his phone out. I quickly dialed a number  and held the phone up to my ear. "Hey, Lafayette? Yeah it's John. I'm checked in, where are you-"
I was cut off mid sentence as my two best friends of 10 years, burst out of the door to my right.
I yelped, jumping and tossing my phone accidentally. I blushed bright red in embarassment, smiling widely as the two  wrapped me in a bone crushing hug. "Glad you could finally join us, mon ami!" Lafayette cried, smiling wider than I ever thought possible.
"Yeah, we've been here for a week and meanwhile your still living in your car!" Hercules teased, picking up my phone and handing it back to me.  I rolled his eyes, taking the phone back with a nod.  "Alright,  alright, I had a job, remember?" I chuckled,  tucking my phone away. I looked at the open door and the room inside scattered with clothes.
"So you two live there, I take it?"
"Yes, mon ami. 134." Lafayette smiled, slinging an arm around my shoulders. I let out a small laugh and nodded. "What's your room?" Hercules asked.
"158." I replied after a moment of searching my papers. "Know your roommate yet?"
"No."
"Well maybe he'll be nice. Since your not with Hercules or I!" Lafayette laughed. Hercules chuckled along with me for a bit as the three of us walked down the hall. I kind of wished their room was closer to mine, I mean, new school, not many friends. And they were all the way down the hall!
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"Do you guys hear that?" I asked as we rounded a corner, loud music blaring from a dorm somewhere down the hall infront of us.
"Damn. Someone's got some Hella good speakers." Hercules laughed.
"Oui. Hella." Lafayette agreed.
I smiled between my friends with a wild look. "Hope to god that isn't my dorm mate"  I joked, Herc and Laf laughing with me in return.
The three of us walked further down the hall, the music getting louder and louder. "John?" Hercules said after a long silence. "Yeah Herc?"
"Look."
I looked up, and low and behold, room 158 was where the music was blaring from. Twenty one pilots. I had recognized my favorite band from down the hall, ans I had to admit. Even if it was head banging loud, ATLEAST it was good music. You never know, it could've been One Direction.
I took a deep breath, looking at his friends for any kind of support.  "Good luck, mon ami. From the sounds of la musique, you're going to need it." Lafayette laughed, patting my shoulder.
I sighed, giving them a hopeless smile. "Yeah, I figured.." I mumvled, reaching for my key.
"Text us if he hits ya or something." Hercules smiled,  slapping me on the back roughly, before walking back down the hall with Laf.
I turned and watched my friends walk down the hall and around the corner before I turned back to my doir.
I inserted the key, nervous to say the least.
Behind this door, was my new roommate for the entire school year. What if he wasn't nice? What if he made fun of how I looked or something?
Hah, no one could make fun of John Laurens. I'm just too damn likable.
I chuckled to myself,  slowly opening the door, the blaring music getting louder. I walked in and looked around. I tossed my bag down on the unused side of the room, and shut the door. Setting my key down on the bed side table, I looked over at my new dormmate, who was sitting at a desk, hunched over, typing aggressively at his lap top, music blaring into his ear from a small speaker on the desk, books piled high above him. I gulped. Maybe my roommate wouldn't be bareable. I decided I'd go try to introduce myself, walking to his side of the room.
Papers were already hanging on the wall, and a few photographs were around the bed, which only occupied a ratty blanket and a pillow.
I was walking to my new dormmatw, when a news paper clipping caught my attention. Apparently my roommate was kicked out of Prinston. Wow. I had to stifle a laugh. Especially at the clipping under neath it.
Alexander Hamilton declares the charges set on him in defense of a mister Robert Pattinson, the Burser at Princeton Academy, that the man in trail against Hamilton looked at him, quote on quote, like he was stupid. Hamilton claims that he's not stupid, and that he was only trying to follow in the footsteps of one of Princeton's previous occupants and students, Mr. Aaron Burr.  Mr. Hamilton vows to be his own defense, his own lawyer. The paragraphs bellow are his response to the matter: I dont think what I did was wrong, if Pattinson didn't want to get punched he shouldnt have looked at me the way he did, I'm not an idiot, what do I have to do to prove it?! I'm going to go and get a schollarship to king's college, because we all know Alexander Hamilton amazes and astonishes with my abilities to write like tomorrow won't arive. I know it's childish to brag, but if I don't talk about my brilliance who will? No one. Because no one gives a damn about a bastard, orphan from the Carribean left out on the streets of New York City to live in povern and scwaller.  I refuse to let this little misshap disripture my debue into the future as the greatest political man you have ever seen, just you wait!