Decisions- A Lams High school AU {CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN}

1: Not the Best Start

A/N:!Beware! There are mentions of self harm later in the chapter (It's only the first chapter I know it's super early). Enjoy the first chapter!

=Alexander's POV=

Looking over the terrain, I noted that this was the exact field where my son, Philip, had been shot. Will I suffer the same fate? If I make the same mistake will I die at the hands of my first friend, my first enemy? I fiddle with the trigger of my pistol, a million thoughts running through my head at once. I am completely ready to die, but not like this. Adjusting my glasses, I take a look at Burr's face from where I stand. He looks intense, any man would knowing that their life could end here. He bares a look of regret and numbness, one that shows his unsureness completely. He's not ready. I see the medic turn around so he can have deniability, and the duel commences. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 paces fire!-

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

The mechanical ring of my alarm slices through the air, startling me awake with a yelp. Being pulled out of my dream so suddenly I frantically look around in panic, at first not realizing where I am. I sit up, trying to stand a little too fast, but before I can even get up I've lost my balance. Disoriented, I'm sent tumbling downwards without having a second to really process anything. "Ugh..." I groan, my morning voice sounding quite gravelly and rough. My breath wasn't the best either. "What even- How did I-?" I sound out as my eyes slowly adjust and objects begin to come into focus. I notice that everything is flipped around, and that I can't stand properly. Oh, I think, embarrassed at myself. I was completely flipped around, tangled in my thin white bedsheet on the floor of my bedroom. I just freaked out and fell out of bed. Now that was stupid, I think to myself, beginning to detach my limbs from the mess of sheets. I've barely even woken up and I'm already a disaster.

Finally managing to make it out of the prison I'd created for myself, I snatch my phone off of the nightstand next to my bed and shut off my annoying ass alarm. I would change it to something more pleasant than loud harsh beeping, but if I did I'd probably never leave my bed at all. Just as I silence it, a strong masculine voice calls to me from upstairs. "Alexander! We need to get going soon! Hurry up!" It's George.

I have a cozy little room set up in the basement of the Washington's, as I am their adopted son. They had decided to adopt me after hearing everything I'd been through just to get here. If it weren't for George being so attached to me, I probably wouldn't have a room at all.

"Alex!"

       I hear him call again. Scrambling to my feet, I quickly shove on a pair of black skinny jeans, a random shirt with a green hoodie and my trusty pair of deep green converse. I throw myself into the bathroom to brush my teeth and use the toilet, washing my face afterwards too. Ew. My hair looks like trash. Looking at my alarm I realized that I didn't have enough time to brush my hair. "Fuck it." With that I rushed upstairs to greet my adopted parents before I was off to school and hopefully not late. Realizing I was forgetting literally the most important thing possible, I grabbed my backpack and phone and made my way outside. Not before getting a slice of toast and a kiss from Martha though.

Throwing my toast into the trash can outside of the house, I hopped into the passenger seat of the car next to George, who had already beat me there, dropped my bag at my feet, and buckled in. "Son-" "I'm not your son." I cut him off with our little inside joke, making him chuckle and hand me a bagel with some creamed cheese, "it's unhealthy to skip breakfast, you know." He states, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. " I know..." I grumble, knowing that he'll make me eat it on the way there so I can't skip breakfast again.

After finishing my breakfast with George, I began to comb through my still messy brown hair with my fingers in the rear view mirror. Carding my fingers through the locks atop my head, I determined that I probably should have brought a hair tie to put it up with; it was sticking out at every angle possible. But when I finished I noticed that my sleeves where riding up my arms slightly, and some of the scars were showing. I eyed the deep marks on my arms for a moment, proud of myself making less in the past few weeks than before.

I know I shouldn't really be doing it, but it helps with some of the problems I've had and still do have. For all the years that I've been living with George and managed to keep it hidden, it'd be a shame if he found out just because I was fixing my hair in the car next to him. Looking over at him, I was relieved to find out that he was too focused on the road to notice I had even been fixing my hair at all. People had made such a big deal about me cutting in the past, and it had lead to more intense bullying, so I wasn't planning to talk about it anytime soon. Pulling up my sleeves, I looked back through the windshield and acted like nothing happened.

George pulls into a staff parking space and gets out of the car, locking it once I was out as well. "You can head to the front office once you get inside, but I have to go. Have a good day son!" George bid me goodbye, and walked off to go do whatever it is teachers do before classes start. I'm not your son, I think, walking into the main office. "Hello!" greeted a woman that seemed too happy to be there. Gross. "Uhm, h-hi?" Reeeeaaaaal smooth Alex. I clear my throat. Why is this so hard for me?! It's literally just a women at the front desk. "I-I'm Alexander Hamilton, and I need my schedule. Please." Why do I always have to be so freaking awkward?
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word count: 932
A/N: Boom first chapter. So I've decided that I would try to update very frequently to kinda get the book going. But how did you like the first chapter? It was way too early for anything slightly angsty, wasn't it? Please comment, like I said feedback is always appreciated, just tell me what you thought about this first chapter.
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