Swift and Beautiful and Bright-a Lams high school au

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Alex walked up to the imposing building before him. It was his first day at a new school, and he'd never been more nervous. As he walked the halls, he smiled shyly at some people who scoffed and turned away. He stared dejectedly at his feet, making his way to his classroom. He sat next to a boy with more freckles than Alex could count and curly dark hair tied into a bun. "Um... hi..." he said nervously.

The boy turned around, flashing Alex a smile. "Hey! I'm John, what's your name?" He asked.

Alex breathed a sigh of relief. "Alexander Hamilton..." he replied, "you can call me Alex though."

"It's nice to meet you, Alex," John stated with a smile. "Are you new here?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah. I just moved here from the Caribbean, actually." Alex played with his hair nervously.

Suddenly, two guys sat down behind John and Alex, a girl sitting across the aisle from him. "These are my friends," John stated, "guys, this is Alex, he's new here."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Hercules," said the one guy.

"I am Lafayette. I'm still fairly new here as well," he stated.

The girl looked up from her book for a minute looking Alex up and down. He could see a thousand different thoughts and feelings in her dark eyes. They landed on his, cold and calculating, and seemed to dismiss him. "That's... Angelica. She's not exactly the warm and fuzzy type at first," John explained, "she'll warm up to you, don't worry."

"Bonjour, class. Welcome to French as a second language," said a voice suddenly. A teacher had walked in, standing in front of the class.

"You're French, why are you taking this class?" Alex whispered in perfect French.

"Same reason as you, my friend; it's an easy A," Lafayette replied.

Alex laughed, turning his attention to where the teacher was explaining things he'd learned when he was six. This was gonna be an easy class.

After French he had AP English. He sat down in a desk at the front. A guy sat next to him. "Hi," he said.

He gave Alex a bad feeling. "Hello..." Alex replied. He pulled out a book, not bothering to look up.

"I'm Thomas. What's your name?" He asked. Alex ignored him. "I said," Thomas stood up, towering over Alex. He kept a neutral expression, letting his eyes travel lazily up to meet Thomas'. "Who are you?"

"Alexander Hamilton," Alex replied, trying to keep his cool. "Sit down, please. You're weirdly tall and it makes me uncomfortable."

"I'm tall? Maybe you're just a midget," Thomas stated, leaning closer.

"First of all, breath mint," Alex stated, leaning away from Thomas' face. "Second of all, a midget is classified as anyone under 5'3". I'm not even that short. I'm 5'7" so yeah, you're weirdly tall."

"And you're an annoying smartass," Thomas replied. Alex smirked, loving how much this kid was overreacting. "you know what? Just stay out of my way, Hamilton, and we'll get along famously."

"Works for me, whatever your last name is," Alex said, turning his attention back to his book.

"Fine. And, it's Jefferson for the record," Thomas replied. Alex didn't reply. He honestly couldn't care less about what his name was.

Alex wandered around the school grounds alone. He was starving, but he'd had to choose between eating lunches or paying rent, and being kinda hungry sounded a lot better than being homeless. He saw John sitting on a set of stairs in the back of the school. There was a girl in blue playing with his hair as he drew.