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

3: HERCULES MULLIGAN (and Thomas)

A/N: He needs no introduction, but he's getting one anyway. Also, Hamsandwich gets s h ° ° k.
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               =Alexander's POV=

I've only been through one class and I've already joined a friend group, been embarrassed and bullied, held after class, and ditched by someone. What even is my life?!

When I stepped outside and saw the three of them still waiting there for me. Saying that I was surprised was an understatement. I'm really not used to having friends. "Y-you waited?" "Why do you sound so surprised?" Curly hair asked. I just laugh slightly. Ew. My laugh is so gross. No one wants to hear that Alexander, just shut up for once. God you're so hopeless. "Do any of you happen to know where Calculus is? The person who was supposed to show me around kind of... disappeared."

"Oh, yeah," Mr. beanie spoke up, " I have calculus next, I can take you there." "Um, I'll see you guys later?" I ask, not sure if I'm an official part of their friend group. "Of course!" The one with curly hair chirps happily. For once I didn't cringe at someone seeming so happy in this world. As we walked around the halls, I began a conversation.

"I never got your name you know." I state hoping he would catch on and introduce himself. "Oh yeah. I'm Hercules Mulligan." He responded in his slightly gruff voice. "Alexander Hamilton." I respond quickly, but before our conversation could carry on any further we were already in front of the door for Calculus. I began to get nervous outside the door realizing that I would now have to interrupt the class and give an explanation in front of them. Over analyzing everything once again, I began to have a small panic attack.

What if people think that I'm weird because I stutter a little? What if they hate my voice in general? What if our teacher doesn't believe me and I get in more trouble already? What if everyone thinks my long hair is ugly, and that my clothes are dingy, or my skin is pasty, or-or-or- I can't breathe- oh god what if- Hercules walked right up to the door and opened it without a care. Forcing myself to calm down so I don't look stupid, I follow closely behind him. We enter the classroom, and all eyes are on us.

Hercules must notice how uncomfortable I am, because he immediately (and calmly) explains to the teacher that he was 'giving the new student a tour'. Thankfully, he doesn't question us any further and lets us take our seats. This class is basically like the first one, but we actually learned. I normally payed full attention during class, but I wanted to get a good look at Hercules and make sure that I remember him for tomorrow.

He was relaxing back into his seat and I noticed that he was wearing mostly grey and black clothing. He was wearing a grey slouch beanie that was pulled back ever so slightly, so that I could see his short black hair under it. He was wearing a black leather jacket over top of his red boat neck shirt along with his straight jeans. Coupled with his black and white converse, was a nice casual look on him. I also noted the dog tag necklace he was wearing, with a name engraved into it.

Lafayette.

As the period ended and class was dismissed, I took a look at my schedule. History was next. Sweet Jesus why? Thanks to George, I know exactly where the History room is. "Do you have history next, by any chance?" I asked Hercules. "Sorry I don't, but John does. I can show you there if you want." he replies. "It's fine, I know how how to get there by myself." Without waiting for a response, I make my way to a trailer outside of the school building.

{Time skip to the end of the day, brought to you by the best dad}

       Despite the fact that I already have two possible enemies, the rest of the day went by alright. I had a place to sit for lunch that wasn't in an abandoned classroom or closet for the first time since middle school, so that was pretty great. I met a few new people as well: There were these three girls who were sisters there, and they immediately crowded me and asked me a bunch of questions. It was awkward at first, but I got to know them a bit and felt more comfortable. The curly haired boy kept giving me looks after he introduced himself as John, so that's pretty weird too.

       He seems familiar though, like I'd known him from somewhere else - I just don't remember where. After lunch I payed attention in the rest of my classes, aside from the ones John, Hercules, or Laf were in. John didn't talk to me much in history though. If any of us were in the same classes they would toss paper balls between me and each other. We ended up playing a game of football across our tables in biology. We flicked this tiny crushed ball of paper to each other, trying to get it in between the other's goal post. I didn't score any since Laf kept interfering "by accident" when I tried to score in Hercules' goal, but it was still fun.

       That night when I went home and ate dinner with George and Martha, I told them about my day. George asked me if I saw anyone I knew, so I told them I hadn't. He gave me an unreadable look, then smile - don't know what that's about. Maybe it's because I didn't tell them about John, since I'm not entirely sure yet and all. Maybe I'll tell him some other time. I'm just glad I'm actually making friends though, unlike my horrible middle school experience. I hope I can be their friend for a while at least, but I wouldn't be surprised if they ditched me or forgot me soon. Whatever, I'll enjoy it while I can.

{Exactly One week later}

       It was another normal day of me fooling around with my quickly made friend, Hercules, all throughout calculus again. I'm still passing the class with an A+ since it's pretty easy so far, so it doesn't matter how much I'm fooling around at the moment. I had finally won a game of paper clip curling this period, so I was bragging to him about as we left the room. "See? I told you you aren't all that." I laugh as we walk down the hall. "So just cause you beat me once you think you are?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "Nah, just happy to finally take you down a peg." I reply. "Whatever man," he chuckles, "just know I'm going to crush you at football in biology." I punch him lightly on the arm and say, "only with the help of Laf!" He scoffs and walks away. "I'll make you regret that one."  "Yeah right, sore loser!" I call over my shoulder. With our small argument ended, I find my way back to George's history trailer.

       On my way there, I spot a certain Aaron Burr making his way into the trailer, followed closely by Thomas Jefferson himself. I haven't seen them in a while - Thank god. Noticing me out of his peripherals, he mutters something to Burr, who quickly scampers inside. Great, now O have to deal with this jackass.

=Thomas's POV=

       I see the newbie make his way over to the trailer and immediately turn and whisper "Go ahead without me Aaron, I'll catch up." Perfect. I really needed a guinea pig this year. Having him as my little 'boyfriend' for this would be great. He seems easy to get anyway. And by he way he dresses he doesn't seem too picky either. After Aaron goes inside, I step in front of the door just as Hamilton is about to enter. He just looks up at me, unimpressed, and says, "Excuse me, but I have a class to get to." I just look back down at him, waiting to see if he'll do anything about it. He didn't.

       Smart, not provoking any further action. "I know you have a class," I started in my most sincere sorry voice, "but I really have to apologize for what I did." The shocked look on his face is absolutely priceless. He has no idea.

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word count: 1419
A/N: So I'm ending it there because it's going to get a bit too long if I don't, but I'm trying to update as quickly as possible as well. Byeeeee!