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

5: John

A/N: I am sooooooo sorry for how crappy the last chapter actually was! Please comment and tell me how you thought it was, tell me if you want more smut later on (but not as horrible). This chapter John finally gets involved.
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=Alexander's POV=

I was snapped out of my 'little' reverie when I felt Thomas's hands clasp onto my shoulders. "Alex?" He asks, a worried look coming across his features, "Yes?" I reply as quickly as possible. "Why are you crying?" I reach my fingers up to touch my face, where I felt hot tears streaming out of my eyes. Too ashamed to look him in the eyes, I look back down, biting at my lip.

Wiping my tears away, he pulls my face up to look at him. I still avoid eye contact. "Alex?" I don't reply, knowing that I'll break down if I do. "Alexander." He tries, but all I manage to get out is a strangled sob. I try to speak again but the words won't come out. He walks towards me, but with every step he takes I take one backwards. I was about to turn around and run for my life, when he grabs my wrist. What am I doing? I start to cry even more when I turn around and see the concern written across his features.

He's just trying to help. Why are you such a wimp. That happened forever ago. Just let him help you. He likes you, let him in. Why is it so hard to talk to people. It's really pathetic. This is disappointing. You're hopeless. Wimp. You deserved every second of it.

=Thomas's POV=

Turning Alexander around, I let him weakly fall into my arms. Walking him towards the nearest bench I sit him down and rub his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down. I watch as his breathing steadies and his shoulders quiver under my palms. He's a mess. Jesus. I just wanted someone to do my bidding. Not an emotional breakdown. For now though, I have to keep up my act.

"I-I-I'm s-so sorry... I-I-" he just manages to choke out. "Shh, I know. I know." I comforted. Jeez, what's something that'll make him happy? Oh I know.

=John's POV=
{A Little While Earlier}
Hercules had told me that Alexander and I had History together, but I don't see him anywhere. I was too excited to see him again. I know that it's only the first day, but Alex and I actually have a bit of a history. In middle school, Alex and I were actually best friends. He had left before our 8th grade year started, due to some traumatic events that had occurred.

He was actually the largest target for bullies in our grade and older ones, being the smartest kid in our school, always winning academic awards, and being openly bisexual. I am probably the gayest person you could meet (besides Lafayette) but they only targeted Alex because he was so smol. Near the end of our sixth grade year, I found him curled up and exposed I on the locker room floor, covered in a substance that I'm not willing to describe, crying.

Every time I tried to ask what had happened, he just kept telling me he deserved it. I have a pretty good idea of what happened, but he made me promise not to tell anyone or call the authorities. Though I did have fun hunting down every last person that was involved, and making them pay. I was not going to let them hurt my Alex again.

But he was never mine.

I had the largest, most unbearable crush on Alexander, and I had planned to tell him for so long. We were so close that every time we went out to places it felt like we were already dating. I loved everything about him: his long brown hair(so soft!), beautiful eyes (I could get lost in them forever), his bright tan skin (I love it with every flaw it has), his plump pink lips (I just want to make them mine!), his cute lil' nose (it's just like a little button!), his adorable small stomach (his belly button is adorable), and his- his everything!

I know what every inch of his beautiful body looks like- he's a masterpiece! Well almost every inch anyway, there are places I have yet to discover. And I'm going to make sure that I do. I can just imagine what I'll do when I find out what his- nevermindforgetIsaidanything! I'm pretty sure he doesn't remember me properly, but I remember him and everything he's gone through.

He doesn't deserve half of the stuff he's gone through, and he's fought so long and hard just to get here. So I'm going to make him mine and make sure that he knows just how beautiful he is. But where the heck is he? Walking up to Mr Washington's desk, I wait until he looks up from his laptop and notices me standing there.

"Oh John! I didn't know you were going to Princeton." He says looking up at me, surprised. "Oh yeah." I answer him dismissively, "Actually, do you know where Alex might be right now?" "He's supposed to be here this period actually." Checking the time on his laptop, he says just what I was hoping he would say, "Do you Mind going to find-" "Yessir!"

Before he's even finished speaking I'm halfway down the hallway. I pull out my phone, going to text Herc when I hear a voice outside the window at the end of the hall. Being extremely curious, I go to check who might be outside. It's no surprise that I see Thomas skipping classes, but what surprises me is who he's with. Why is Alexander skipping? He would never! I hope Alex hasn't changed that much since we last met, although I would still love him for who he is.

I look back at the history room door. I should probably tell George about this. No. I could never do that to Alex. Looking back outside the window, I see the walking down the sidewalk, away from the school. Why the hell are they holding hands? Oh no way am I letting someone like Thomas take him away from me. Of course I follow them. It looks like they're heading for that small ice cream parlor two blocks away.

I'm stooped inside a clump of bushes, poking my head over the top, just enough to see them. Why is Alex crying? What's he doing to him? Then I hear Thomas start to speak. "Alex?" I hear Thomas say, "Yes?" Damn, Alex sounds like he's in pain. "Why are you crying?" Alexander just starts to sob harder. Thomas is trying to calm him down, and quite frankly failing.

They move over to a park bench where Thomas is still trying to calm Alex down, rubbing his shoulders and speaking to him softly. Get your grubby ass off my man. Alex finally got out a few words: "I'm sorry." What would he be sorry for? What Thomas did next was absolutely unacceptable.
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A/N: Cliffhanger! I'm actually having too much fun writing this. Comment, share your thoughts, it's always appreciated. Next chapter I'll introduce the full hamilsquad. Byeeeee! ~Trin