Sick love [Laurmads]

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"Bill of rights" The older well built man said as he turned on his laptop, that was sitting on a small cart in the front of the class room. "Can anyone tell me who wrote it?" He raised a brow at the students among the class room who wasn't even listening, other then me and the two people who sat on either side of me.

One i recognize as John Laurens, he was toning in and out, paying attention to whatever he was drawing, I find it adorable.

Though, the other I had no idea who he was. He has slick back dark hair that rested calmly on his shoulders with a small skeleton hair clip in it that held the bangs from hitting him in the face. The man has barley any peace fuzz that was dark as night, and he scribbled down every word that the teacher said.

I looked over at Washington who had an unamused face looking along the kids, I sunk into my seat shyly, and surprise surprise. "You, who write it?" He pointed to be before folding his arms back up along his chest. I winded my eyes and raised a brow pointing to myself to see if he was actually talking about me.

The teacher nodded annoyingly and shifted his weight onto one leg. I suddenly felt every eye in the room on me, I sunk down further into my seat feeling sweat drip down the side of my face, shaking slightly. I went to open my mouth but nothing came out, there was a lump in my throat tans I sat there like an idiot on the verge of tears. The man in front of me noticed a tear that dropped down my cheek and stood up.

"Actually Mr. Washington, he's not exactly feeling well, could I take him to the nurses office, he's pale and I would hate for something to happen to him" the fluffy hair man fake frowned. I just coward back down in my seat trying to keep my breathing seats, I had horrible social anxiety, it was bad.

There was a quiet groan and then a moment of paper. I could only guess that the teacher nodded in agreement because the man walked over and helped me up, I used him for support as we walked out of the room.

I shook barley holding onto his arm as he lead us to where ever since I have no idea were anything is here other then the office. The fluffy haired man lead me to the bathroom and shut the door, I slid my hand away from his and looked down at my shoes nervously, thick silence flooded the room.

"Thomas Jefferson" the other man finally piped up, turning his attention to me as he leaned against the wall calmly. I looked up at him and blinked like I wasn't the only other person in the room.

He let out a quiet laugh and pushed himself off of the wall reaching into his pocket and taking out a silver packet, along with a lighter. "J-James Madison.." I stuttered and bit the inside of my cheek nervously.

"Well, Jemmy, if that's okay if I call you that" he paused and flicked the top of the contained open, taking out a small cigarette and placing it between his lips.

"I'm probably the most popular in this hell hole of a school if you didn't know that" he reached the lighter up to the end of the cancer stick and flicked it with his thumb making the fire come out from the top.

"Mm..I've heard of you.." I glared at the way the lighter lit up the cigarette turning it red in come places, it immediately leaking smoke into the air. "Cool, we should have more meeting like this Jemmy, you're a pretty alright kid" he stuffed the lighter back into his pocket at took a long drag against it, exhaling the smoke.

I felt heat raise up onto my cheeks as I nervously looked down at the floor once again to avoid eye contact, I don't know this man but he had already saved me from a public panic attack, excused me from class, and called me 'pretty cool' and plus he's the most popular boy in the school! You have no idea how fast my hearts beating.

I guess he noticed I was blushing rapidly because he walked over and placed a hand under my chain pulling it upwards, only making me blush harder. "Don't be nervous, we can be good friends you'll see" he stuck his tongue out through the corner of his mouth, I couldn't help but to think what that tongue could do- what- you didn't hear that from me.

I flinched slightly and nodded looking down at my feet once again. "Alright then Jemmy, me and you are gonna run this school" he joked and pulled his hand away taking out another cigarette, holding the top of the white part pointing the orange at me.

I gulped and blinked looking at it with a 'what do you want me to do with that' face. "Open" he said. I exhaled quietly and opened my mouth a bit only for the cancer stick to be stuck in the small opening. I closed my lips down on it and looked up at him awkward.

"You don't normally do this hm?" He said as e pulled his own cancer stick out of his mouth, sticking the burning end to the end of the one in my mouth.

I crossed my eyes and looked at the cigarette and shook my head a bit, not messing up the way the cigarette lips burnt each other. Soon enough his cigarette burnt up my and the smoke flooded from the tip, I squinted a bit at the smile that blew near me eyes.

Why the fuck an I doing this- I hate cigarettes, I've never done this why, I'm so stupid.

I took a small inhale gripping the cigarette through my pointy finger and middle finger before widening me eyes and dropping it to the marble floor. I gripped my throat with one hand and put my other hand against the wall, bending down at coughing violently.

Thomas widened his eyes and stepped on the cigarette, placing a hand onto my back and rubbing it, patting in different areas. "Shit- fuck don't die" he said nervously as I only continued to cough harder, feeling dizzy, I desperately reached into my back pocket and grabbed my white and red inhale, sticking the tip in my mouth and pressing down on the top, inhaling deeply.

Soon enough my breathing steadied and my coughing stopped, leaving Thomas looking terrified. "I-I'm s-so sorry!" I looked away and shrugged my shoulders up nervously avoiding eye contact, so he could just make fun of me or laugh at me.

Surprisingly he didn't tho, he only smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder "You could have told me you had asthma kid" he snaked his arm around my shoulder while putting his cigarette out on his arm, not wincing or making any noise of pain.

It left ashes and a big welp, burning off his latte skin and leaving a white layer of skin. "O-oh geez are you ok?" I blinked and stared at his arm, that barley seeped blood from the corners. He only shrugged and threw the rest of the cigarette on the floor. "I will me" he hummed and pushed the door open, leading me out.

I like this guy

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