| Discontinued | Save Me From Myself (LAMS High School AU)

Chapter One

I sighed, shifting my backpack as I trudged through the puddles. It was a rainy day, clouds in the sky making everything grey. At least my hoodie helped, a bit.
After the five minute walk, I arrived at school. It was 8:35, which meant I had about 25 minutes to find the others and get to form, probably dragging Laf there by his collar.
I found them lounging under the stairs of the art block.
Laffayette, Laf; the fuckinf frenchest fry, was swinging his legs from the top, rambling on to Herc about just how expensive bread could be nowadays. A bright blue tank hung off his lanky frame, which he wore with a white pair of skinny jeans and a white beanie.
The aforementioned Hercules, or Herc, lay in the middle of the stairs, also swinging his legs. He didn'treally look that interested in what Laf was saying, more so in the colour of his eyes or what was underneath the frenchman's tank. A bandana was tied around his head, with a faded US flag on it, and he wore a pair of baggy jeans and an avengers tee-shirt.
Underneath them, there were the Schuyler sisters; Eliza, Angelica, and peggy. The three of them sat on the bench beneath the stairs.
Eliza was on her phone, wearing a pale blue cardigan over a flowy white top, white jeans and blue converse. Her dark hair was in a messy bun, strands falling into her face.
Angelica, in a pair of ripped jeans, boots, a tank top and leather jacket, was ranting (screaming) at a terrified Peggy, who wore a simple hoodie and jeans, about some sort of gossip.
When I walked over to them, Peggy was the first to notice me; clearly looking for an excuse to get away from her screeching sister.
"Hey, we were waiting for you!" She enveloped me in a crushing hug and I -awkwardly - returned it.
"Sorry I was late, took me ages to get out the house," I lied. Lying had become very easy to me since I had met them, though Laf could always tell.
Speaking of Laf, it was just then that he decided to come bounding down with the biggest smile on his face I'd ever seen.
"Mon ami! Johnny L! What a beautiful time to grace us with your presence," he exclaimed, bowing to me.
I laughed and rolled my eyes at his antics. "Its John, remember?"
"Ah, of course. Sorry, my memory fails me, sir Laurens of America. I shall use only your real titles from now on."
I made out to be offended, extra douchely, before we burst into laughter.
After we had all exchanged hugs and began to catch up on what had happened, the bell rang. It was shrill, and Herc laughed while I covered my ears.
The Schuylers and Herc had different forms to me and Laf, so they ran off to their own rooms while we loitered outside ours.
Our form tutor, Mr Washington, let us in and we all sat down. Just before the register started, there was a loud and frantic knock at the door.
In burst a small (like, fucking short) dude with longish dark hair, who looked like he'd just ran twelve miles.
"Sorry sir, Alexander Hamilton, I'm the new student? I was late because I couldn't find the class, and then when I asked the receptionist didn't know and my timetable wasn't printed-" he rambled on, with everyone gawking at him, until Washington pressed pause.
"Enough. Its fine, son, take your seat."
He scrunched his nose up at the endearment, but nethertheless, the guy strode over and sat in the empty seat next to some dude I didn't know.
His name was Alexander Hamilton. That should've been it. But there was a warm feeling in a pit in my stomach, something I hadn't felt in a long time. I cursed under my breath, as this would make it all so much harder.
Why did I have to develop a crush?
And why did it have to be on a guy, who's name was Alexander Hamilton?

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A/N:
Hello! Thanks for reading, this is my first Hamilton fanfiction so plesse be gentle. I know its probably shit, but I tried. Updates will be whenever I have the time/energy, hopefully in some sort of a schedule.