pairing: alexander x reader
prompt: #12: "maybe one day we could become friends?"
warnings: rosita schuyler (eliza's twin) gets in a fight with alexander, curse words.
words: 564
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it was 3rd period and we were in history with mr. washington.
"for today's assignment, you will be talking about your origins. since last week, we found out where our parents were born, you guys will be separated into groups based off your ethnicity." mr. Washington explained.
"dutch people: eliza, rosita, alexander, billy, and nattalie." mr. washington said.
well frick. i was in a group with my annoying twin sister and the loudmouth of the school.
"for this project, every group will need a leader. you guys can pick or you can ask me to pick." mr. washington said.
"can I be the leader?" alexander asked our group.
"hell no" i said.
"come on, Rosita, he'd be a good leader!" eliza said, nudging my shoulder.
"remember in science class when we let him let him lead the dry ice lab?" i said, squinting my eyes.
alexander went red.
"why don't we just ask Mr Washington to choose?" nattalie suggested.
"no, because we all know he'll choose alexander." i explained.
"well then, who would be a leader?" billie asked.
"how about me? i'm always good with this stuff." i suggested.
"you most definitely don't got the looks for it though, rosita." alexander said
"and what do looks have to do with this?" i asked.
"it has to do with the fact that the rest of us have to look at an ugly harambe the whole period!" alexander said.
"if you don't like my looks, alex, there are other tables open." i said motioning the other tables.
"listen, rosita," alexander said, coming over to hold my hands in a mocking way.
"don't touch me!" i yelled.
by now, the whole class had their attention on us.
"why? you afraid you'll fall in love?" alexander said in a cocky way.
"no, I don't want your illegitimate hands on me." i said, now leaning against the wall.
everyone gasped.
"shut up, rosanna" alexander said, now moving closer to me.
"dude, get away from me!" i said.
"but you'll be touched by a dutch-"
"a dutch son of a fille de joie" i said, cutting him off. (fille de joie means prostitute)
alexander looked as if he was going to kill me. like how papa did whenever i refused to tighten my corset.
"at least i'm not forgotten." alexander challenged
"back the fuck up." i warned
"and at least i wasn't a mistake." alexander aid.
"back the fuck up!" i repeated
"at least i wasn't named after a—"
i kneed Alexander in the stomach. he crouched over in pain.
"rosita schuyler! principle's office, now!" mr. washington yelled.
"gladly" i replied.
when i got there, i was lectured about my actions. but it was mainly alexander's fault. he caused all of it.
later, i saw alexander in a chair, leaning his head on his hand with blood around his mouth.
"rosita, i'm really sorry." alexander said.
"cool." i said.
No way in hell am i forgiving him!
"maybe one day, we could be friends?" he offered.
"sure!" i said smirking.
"really!" alexander said, smiling.
"no, idiot." i said.
alexander slumped back into his chair.
after that incident, i got suspended for a week. totally worth it though!
{June 18, 2017 11:56PM}
{Edited October 25th, 2017 10:20AM}
