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

Chapter Two

A/N : So I'm still figuring quite a lot of this fic out. I think it's gonna all be from Laurens' POV, and I do have the basic plot mapped out, it's just difficult to get to each part. Also I apologise in advance for the terrible dialogue that I can't write for shit.
Hope you enjoy!
Trigger Warnings: homophobic language, bullying, hints of abuse.

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After 'Alex' had burst into form, Mr Washington continued with the register. I missed my name till he called it again, because I was distracted by the short guy across from me, who looked ten minutes from a power nap.

He had a... nice face. I looked at it, analytical. His eyes were big and chocolate brown, they sparkled when they moved. His hair was dark and wavy, past his shoulders. It was tied in a loose ponytail, and it looked quite soft. His whole appearance was... soft. Cute isn't a word I would use, not at all.

He wore a light grey jumper, with ripped dark wash jeans that hugged his legs. He wore a pair of shoes with some sort of old painting on them.

I was yanked out of my thoughts by Laf, who elbowed me in the ribs.

"You're staring."

I blushed, glancing once more before looking to him. "I'm just curious, it's a weird year to join; just before exams."

"Sure," he says, nodding slowly, as if he were talking to a child.

"Don't you believe me?"

"Non, je ne vous crois pas du tout, it would be less obvious if you started shoving your tongue down his throat!" 

I glared at him, sort of lighthearted, sort of serious. I wasn't too sure myself.

"How many times, Laf? I, John Laurens, am not gay. I never have been and never will be."

The Frenchman frowned. "But why did you-"

"Because..." I sighed in exhaustion with this damn subject, "because I was drunk, we were drunk, and there was more tequila than blood in my body that night. Please, just drop it."

He scanned my face for a second and, apparently satisfied with what he saw, dropped the subject completely.  

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Till lunch, nothing much happened in class; everyone in the school was roudy and loud, which meant when you were quiet and shit at socializing, people either ignored you or called you a fucking twat. Luckily, most chose the former.
When the bell rang at twelve, our 'gang' (consisting of me, Laf, Herc, Eliza, Angelica, and Peggy) all sat to eat in the cafeteria for a change.
Usually we would just sit on the grass at the back of the school, but there was a football match going on and it was more than likely one of us would get a ball to the face.
Me and the Schuyler were at the table, as I didn't have lunch and theirs was packed. Laf and Herc were getting theirs hot meals. I grabbed my sketchbook and started to doodle some random shit, mostly turtles and clouds.
The hall was packed with shouting teenagers, mostly arrogant and dickish ones, and the lunch line was bigger than Jefferson's ego.
"John, looks who's joining us!"
I looked up from my sketchbook to see Laf and Herc, with lunch in hand, sandwiching the new kid, Alex, between them.
The guy looked nervous, and he was blushing when I first saw him. He smiled sheepishly and gave a small wave.
I waved back, stomach in a knot.
Alexander was nice, he seemed nice, but he had a handsome face, and pretty eyes, and silky dark hair, and something that made me simultaneously wanna squeeze him to death and run a thousand miles away.