Secrets At The Academy (America x Reader)

Welcome to Hamilton Academy

You were walking around New York City completely lost, Your parents had sent you to a fancy-smancy boarding school because they wanted more time together. So here you were.

"Why can't I find it!" You yelled, earning strange looks from passerby, or two. . . Okay, maybe five.

"Find what?" A girl's voice asks suddenly. You looked up to see two girls in front of you. One had shoulder length blonde hair that was tucked behind her ears. She had big gray eyes and black thick rimmed glasses that made her look like your typical nerd/book worm. She wore a navy blue shirt and a white blouse underneath a navy blue dress jacket.  She had a Drums Corps International lanyard with two hair ties and a flashlight/glowstick at the end. Finally, she wore black knee high socks with white tennis shoes.

The other girl also had shoulder length blonde hair, but it was shaved on one side. She also had black glasses, but this girl had warm brown eyes that showed her curiosity. The second girl wore the same outfit as the first, except for the lanyard. They must go to a private school.

"I can't find Hamilton Academy." You told them. Their eyes lit up and they grinned.

"Oh, so you're new? Nice you meet you, new kid. I'm Ellie, from Indiana. This is Diandra, from Arizona. Who are you?" The girl with the lanyard asked.

"I'm (y/n), from (home/state if you don't live in America, choose one other than New York). Could you show me where it is?" You asked smiling right back at them.

"Of course! Let's go!" Diandra said as she and Ellie grabbed your arms and started dragging you along. Ellie started telling a story about marching band, 'the best sport in the world'.

"So this one time at band camp, we had to eat sloppy joes blindfolded! I couldn't see a thing! Surprisingly, I wasn't a mess! It was great!" Ellie prattled on about everything and nothing.

 "So, what's your favorite part of New York?" You asked, trying to stop Ellie's strangely descriptive stories.

"The culture! All the bright lights, the popular tourist destinations, the beautiful sights, and the people!" Ellie yelled, letting go of your arm to spin with her arms outstretched.

"I like the guys, even if I am a bit to shy to actually talk to them." Diandra said.

"Eh, I'm good with the dating department. Who needs guys anyways?" Ellie said.

"That doesn't stop you from liking Matth-" Diandra's teasing was cut off by a excited sound from Ellie.

"Look! A doggie!" She yelled, running off.

"Ellie! Get back here!" Diandra whined/yelled, letting go of your arm to chase her friend. Soon, you were left alone. You sighed, lost once again. You kept heading the direction you were going. Hopefully it was a straight shot to the academy. You weren't paying attention when you bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention!" You apolgized, looking up at him. He had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, glasses, an academy uniform (basically whay Ellie and Diandra were wearing with pants), and a stubborn cowlick on the top of his head.

"No dudette, it was my fault. I'm Alfred, by the way. Alfred F. Jones." He smiled before shaking your hand. "The name's (l/n). (Y/n) (l/n)." You smiled as Alfred laughed.

"Hey, are you lost? I know New York like the back of my hand." He boasted.

"Um, yeah. I'm looking for Hamilton Academy. I'm new." You explained. "You're going to the academy too? Cool! I'll show you the way." You and Alfred started walking. All was calm and quiet until you heard someone random singing.

"Away, away! We sail a course to find a brand new island everywhere we go! Away, away! And when it's time to find home, we know the way!" (Claps for you if you know the song) You saw Ellie and Diandra walking not to far ahead of you. Ellie had her arm out and was pointing. Diandra looked back and saw you.

"Ellie, she's over here!" Diandra pulled Ellie back until she reached you and Alfred.

"Yo, Machoke. My man!" Ellie said, addressing Alfred. You got confused.

"Machoke?" You asked. Wasn't Machoke a pokemon?

"Yeah. I love pokemon, and I'm big on nicknames. Ellie's just a nickname. No one knows my real name. Back in Indiana, the marching band calls me Cough Drop. Here, everyone calls me Eevee or Ellie. I call Alfred Machoke because he's really strong, like Machoke is. I'm called Eevee because I tend to adapt to my surrondings." Ellie explained. Diandra laughed.

"Yeah you are! I remember when you first got here, you were all cold and hostile. You were shy as well, then we got to know you and before we knew it, the shy girl who didn't say much turned almost as loud as Alfred!" She shudders dramatically, earning a slap to the back of the head from Ellie. You turned the corner to see a big school.

"Welcome to Hamilton Academy, where the students excel! You'll fit right in, (y/n)! What's your dorm number?" Ellie asked, leaning over your shoulder. "502? You're rooming with us! Let's go then!" Diandra and Ellie dragged you off to the dorms. They showed you the room you all shared. They even helped you unpack your stuff.

"So this one time-" Ellie started.

"At band camp!" Diandra cut her off, already knowing what she was going to say.

"Sí. We ate spagetti and pie with our hands tied behind our backs! My friend Daniel had food all over his face! It was great!" Ellie laughed. Her laugh sounded a little bit psychopathic. Ellie grinned at you while Diandra just shook her head.

"You're going to love it here." Diandra said with a soft smile.

"I hope so." You replied.