Hamilton College AU

The lottery

(Alex's pov)

I scramble to grab my papers that have been construed across the floor by Jefferson and his groupies because they felt I was being 'to smug'. I hear the ring of the bell signalling for everyone to leave their classrooms and hurry to their next, but I'm stuck on the floor about to be late for law.

I finally grab my papers, squish them into my bag and break into a mad sprint across campus to reach Mr.Washingtons class room on time. I make it just in time to plunk down into a seat next to Jefferson. Barf. The royal asshat himself acknowledges my existence with a nasty sneer on his ugly face and I growl in response.

An hour later and my papers are on the frickin ground again, thank god I don't have another class till tomorrow. I hear footsteps approaching me from the side and I must've given away I was annoyed because I heard a low cough. I knew that cough all to well.

"Son, it appears you have your papers in the ground. Why do you have your papers on the ground?" Mr.Washington asked me with a sigh.

"Thomas Jefferson put them there and don't call me son," I respond, rounding up the rest of my papers.

I stand up to see Washington leaving the room. I follow suit and walk down the hallway, making a sharp right and bumping into someone.

"Shit! I'm sorry!" I apologize, looking up to see Peggy.

"No prob bob," she responds, beginning to sprint down the hallway, followed by a red face Eliza who screamed something at me.

I shrug it off and stroll back to my dorm, hearing the crunchy, autumn leaves that have freshly fallen under my feet. I hum no song in particular when I realize how cold it's actually starting to get. I pull up my hood to keep my ears warm until I get a proper winter toque to wear. (A toque is a hat, a Canadian term though). I can already feel the Halloween madness seeping into my skin and going through my bones. I shove my hands in my pockets to keep them warm and pick up my pace. I'm not used to cold weather.

When I finally reach my dorm the smell of something amazing filled the air and the warmth of the room hit my skin as if I was being wrapped in a fuzzy blanket and given a cup of tea. I find my way to the kitchen to see cookies in the shapes of pumpkins on cooking racks on the counter. I walk over to take one when I hear a screech.

"Mon ami! Those are still very much hot! I would advise you not take one," laf said from the doorway of the kitchen.

I grab one anyways, earning a scoff from laf and a strange noise to come out of my mouth. These cookies are the best thing I've eaten in forever.

"Laf these cookies are the best! I don't want to sounds rude but why did you make them?" I asked.

Laf smiled brightly and replied," I'm glad you like them mon ami, but that is the only one you can have because the Schuyler Halloween party is tonight and I'm bringing refreshments".

I nod slowly and head to my room to do my homework before the party. I walk in to see John sketching on our bed. I plop down in my swivel chair at my desk and begin to work. As I work, I think of other things; john, the Schuyler's party, what to wear. What to wear! What do I wear?

"John what should I wear for the Schuyler's party?"

"It's an adult fancy party to something nice, also we need to bring something so let's go to target or something," john says, putting down his sketchbook to reveal an image on me sitting in my chair.

John yells something at herc and laf about something and we are on are way. We walk outside and hop in johns tiny car and are on the road. First, we stop at target and pick out a cheese platter to bring. Our second stop is a gas station. John runs in to pay, while I wait in the car for his return. Finally john returns holding two pieces of paper in his hand.