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

2: Aaron Burr, Sir?

A/N: This chapter Alex makes some friends and first encounter with a certain someone...
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                       =Alexander's POV=

I stood there awkwardly for what felt like hours while she fished around a few files to find my schedule. I watched her - not in a creepy way of course(is that possible?) - pull out the thin cream colored paper and hand it to me. Finally, that's over with. Time to leave! "You can sit in that chair over there and wait for someone to come show you around to your classes, Alexander." She says. Dammit! I was so close to getting out of this awkward ass room... Doing as I'm told, I make my way over to the uncomfortable worn leather chair next to the bright birch door. "Aaron Burr, down to the front office please. Aaron Burr, down to the front office." Her bright voice booms through the wall mounted loudspeakers.

   It has only been like 2 minutes, but I still take out my phone to check the time. 7:35. Just as I'm about to criticize this Aaron kid who's supposed to be here in five minutes to show me around, said boy walks through the door. I look him over without trying to make faces or seem rude, and see that he is, unfortunately, 5'7. That's a good three inches taller than me. He is also wearing a crimson vest with a creme colored button up underneath it. That, paired with his black slacks and brown loafers, made him look extremely professional.

"Good Morning Ms. Hensley. You wanted to see me?" He greets politely, "Ah, Aaron I need you to show our new student, Alexander Hamilton, around to his classes. Alright?" "Of course ma'am." He gestures for me to follow him, so I grab my bag and follow him out into the halls of Princeton. "Have a good day boys!" Ms. Hensley calls sweetly after us. Gross.

       "Mind if take look at your schedule?" Aaron asks sweetly; the man has manners. "Uh, yeah. Sure. Here" I say handing him my schedule. After pulling his schedule out and comparing ours together, he vocalizes that we both have the same first class: English Literature. "Right this way," he says, stuffing his schedule back into his satchel and handing me mine. How charming. He leads us to our first class and takes a seat what I assume must be his usual friend group. He's about to motion for me to sit with them when some (kinda hot) tall guy with long hair glares at him slightly, as if he's telling him 'don't you dare' telepathically. And, as if Aaron receives said message, he puts his hand down, turns around and acts as if I'm not even there!

       Wow. It's my first day and I've already lost my first friend. I'm sure that he'll come and get me at the end of class. Taking a seat on the opposite side of the classroom, I pulled out my binder, notebooks, and pens. Just as soon as I arranged the perfectly someone decided that it would be a great idea to knock it right over. "Oh, Je suis tellement désolé," they mutter, bending over to pick them up at the same time as me. At least they're polite about it. After picking them up, I took a good look at him. He has dark skin and black hair tied up in a high, puffy bun with a black hair tie. He looks almost exactly like that guy who wouldn't let me sit with Burr.

       He had a small bit of stubble and sharp flawless facial features, he was also wearing two diamond studs and a soft white turtle neck. He wore black leggings paired with grey ankle boots and two gold bands around his right wrist, and he was, obviously, French. He was also absolutely fabulous. "Bonjour, Je mappelle Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette. You can just call me Lafayette if you'd like, though." He chuckles, "Nice to meet you. Et vous êtes?"

He greets me sticking his hand out for me to shake. "Je mappelle Alexander Hamilton. Ravi de vous rencontrer trop." "Ah! Tu parles Français!" "Oui. Oh hello." I say noticing the two guys standing behind him for the first time. "He speaks baguette!" One wearing a beanie whispered loudly. "Oh my god it's another one, Hercules!" The other boy with curly hair hissed.

       "Chut! Both of you!" Lafayette puts his hand on his hip showing off his black painted nails. They continued to bicker, and I think they forgot I was even there for a second. Turning back to me, the curly haired boy notices that I have no one to sit with and kindly offers me a place to sit with them. That's a first. Accepting just as kindly, they put their bags down and take their seats at the desks around me.

Our teacher walks into the room soon after and begins to go over the 'rules of the room'. Halfway through a sentence, the teacher is interrupted by some pompous kid who'd been socializing in the back. "But I don't have to abide by such rules, as king of course." He proclaims standing with one foot on his desk and the other on his chair, his right hand on his chest. "Mr.-Ahem- King, would you pleas take your seat befoRE I SEND YOU TO THE OFFICE ON THE FIRST DAY OF THIS SCHOOL YEAR!!" First day and the teacher has already lost her shit. Nice. "Oh you wouldn't want to do that to your oh so adored king would you?" He replies, batting his eyes innocently, but only managing to provoke our teacher even more.

"You know what, George? I-I can't even deal with this right now. You've been here for two years, you know the rules, and you know what I'll do, but you're so annoying that no one is even willing to stay in with you for detention. So- so just... get out of my sight. Please." 'King' just gets up, scoffing at the teacher, and struts out like fake royalty. He dressed like it too. "Hamilton, would you please close the door," the teacher sighs. She looks like she already has an aneurysm.

Getting up, I make my way over to the door. Everything was going so well and jolly until a certain someone's leg had stuck itself right in front of my ankles. Before I even have time to register what's happening, I'm on the floor in front of the class with someone's foot in between my shoulder blades. "Oh I'm sorry." A southern voice mocked, "I just had something on my shoe. Maybe it'll come of with the other dirt on a door mat like you." Sweet Jesus why? Before the teacher could tell him to get off of me, I push him off and spit back, "Get your uncultured ass off me." I can see the surprise turn to anger so clearly in his eyes. Before anyone can do anything else the teacher interrupts, "Boys! Hamilton take your seat, Jefferson I don't want to hear another word out of you! See me after class, both of you."

'Stay out of sight' I said, 'keep to yourself' I said...

Soon after I took my seat the teacher began, "It has only been 50 minutes with you kids and I've already had two situations and an edema. Just... just play on your phones for the rest of class." And with that she sat down at her desk and tried her hardest not to murder Jefferson. At the end of the hour class is dismissed, but as instructed Thomas and I stay back.

"Boys." The teacher says, clearly annoyed, "I don't know what gave you two the impression that that was in any way acceptable! This kind of behavior will not be tolerated in my class, or any others for that matter. Not now not ever! You two better get your acts together, or there is no way that you're going to make it through this year!"

She sighs, rubbing her temples, "Alexander. I understand that what you did was an act self defense, but cursing is prohibited, especially in my class. So you better watch your mouth young man. You may go." Without missing a beat I stood up, "Of course ma'am," I looked at Jefferson with a shit eating grin, knowing full well that he was going to pay. He just looked back at me with a... a sorry look?! What in the name of..?

Whatever. Why should I care? I walked out of the room to see that Lafayette and the other two boys had waited for me, surprisingly. Aaron hadn't.
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A/N: Whoooooo, had to wrap it up cause it was getting long. Oops. Whatever, I really like to write if you can't tell. I didn't have much time to write it and I forgot to post it earlier, but not much really happened in this chapter. Just a little embarrassment for hammy. See ya later!(lol no one's actually reading this).