Don't Throw Away Your Shot

Chapter Eight

Angelica's POV

I smeared peanut butter on Peggy's sandwich. School was today, so me and my sisters had a schedule- I did lunch, Eliza did our bags, and Peggy picked our clothes. Easy.
I got some jelly and poured it on Eliza's sandwich. Then, I poured some on mine with peanut butter.
We were gonna meet the guys to get coffee, and then we'd all go to the school. It was our sophmore year, so we already knew our way around (John not so much).
Peggy came out wearing shorts and a white sweatshirt. Eliza did as well, and Peggy threw me shorts and a white sweatshirt.

"Angie, everyone's wearing this so we can spot eachother. Put it on." Peggy scrammed off to do her hair.

Eliza put the bags near the doorway and got the lunches I finished making and did the same. I quickly threw on my sweatshirt and changed my pants as I rushed to do my hair. Peggy was struggling with the knots in her hair, so I combed it for her. Eliza leaned against the bathroom wall.

"You guys are so unorganized. Wake up early for once!" Eliza complained, her blue backpack on her back.

"I'm sorry if sleep is better than school!" Peggy stuck her tounge out at the mirror so Eliza can see.

Eliza rolled her eyes and walked away while I laughed and kissed Peggy's forehead.

"Keep that sass for class, Peggz."

Peggy nodded and walked off with me. We went out the door with Eliza and headed to get coffee.

We walked into Starbucks and everyone was there, except for Alex. That cute boy...

"Alex's a guide, so he's coming later." John said.

I nodded, and so did Eliza. We were both in the competition to get Alex, but not taking him away from John.
Peggy went to hug John. Eliza went to hug everyone in the group, while I waved. We all got out coffee's and walked to the school. Alex was waiting for us in the front of the classroom.

"Alex!" John yelled.

John approached him with a huge hug, which Alex gladfully and lovingly returned.

We all sat down in our little mob of white sweatshirts (yes, everyone in our group wore one). Soon enough, everyone came in. We were the leftover class, so it was a tiny class. We all disgustedly looked away when Thomas came. Geez, he's a jerk. Mr.Washington came through the door. Everyone cheered (except John) as he sat down and began class. Everyone scrambled to their seats.

"You guys know the rules, roles, and all that baloney. Adams?"

"Here."

"Bartow? Who's Bartow again?"

"It's me, Sir."

"Right, sorry Theo. Burr?"

"Here."

"George, you know who you are."

"Here~"

"Hamilton?"

"HERE SIR!"

"I know, Alexander. Jefferson?"

"Always and will be."

"Lafayette?"

"Bonjour!"

"Lee?"

"Here."

"Madison?"

"Here."

"Mulligan?"

"I TOLD YOU I NEED NO INTRODUCTION GEORGE!"

"Don't call me George, Hercules. Maria Reynolds?"

"Here."

"James Reynolds?"

"Here."

"Schuylers?"

"WORK!"

"And we have a new student. John Laurens."

"H-Hi. And here."

Thomas, Madison, and Adams laughed when John stuttered. John burried his head into his hands as Alex explained to him why they were acting like such animals.

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I took out a pen and wrote on the ball of paper. Me and Adams were passing notes to eachother.

You're hot.

I rolled my eyes in disgust. He was always getting on my nerves.

I don't know what keeps motivating you to come back crawling to me, but it isn't gonna work.

I threw the ball at Adams without Mr.Washington noticing. We were in history class, and everyone was paying attention, even Herc who would go crazy once in a while, was keeping his eyes on the board, while me and Adams horsed around.

My motivation is you, sweetheart.

I scribbled as fast I could at the paper I recieved back.

John, you disgust me.

I aimed at Adams, but hit James Madison instead. He picked up the ball and looked at me.

"Sorry James! Pass it to Adams!" I whispered.

James nodded and handed it to Adams. That's what I love about James- he isn't rude or anything, he's just forced to be mean my Thomas and Adams.

Lafayette elbowed me and I turned around to face him.

"What did he say just now?" He asked.

"Don't ask me. I never know what he says." I whispered.

"Thanks a lot Angie, you're supposed to help me." Laf responded, and asked Herc next to him.

"Welcome!" I whispered sarcastically.

Laf snickered silently and wrote down whatever he was writing on his paper.

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The me and my sisters walked into our dorm and I closed the door. We all shared a room (luckily big enough because Daddy paid extra). Peggy plopped on her bed and dosed off. Eliza and I went under the covers.

"Angie, can I ask you something? Sister to sister?"

"Of course, Eliza."

"I-I don't know if I'll pass my elecive."

"What was it again?"

"Band."

"Why is it so hard, Lizaroll?"

"Well, the piano teacher is really strict, and she's teaching us complex stuff I can't keep up with. Then, she insists on teaching us to sing! My voice is too high!"

"Eliza, I'll always be by your side."

"Really?"

"Sisters?"

"Sisters."