Finite(I might change this title who knows)

Chapter 2

A/N: feel free to make theories and guesses on who the killer is ;) "where does that sound familiar hm?" Ugh.

Alexander's POV
After one week and multiple shopping sprees I was sent off to a city school. Fun. It took a while to decide what to wear as a first day outfit, I mean I wanted to make a good impression. So I wore a nice soft pastel green collared sweater, skinny jeans and a pretty darn cute faux leather choker necklace that looked like a collar. What? I can be cute and sexy don't kink shame me. I hopped out of the fancy black car owned by the Washington's and into the hellscape that is high school. It's my sophomore year believe it or not. Large groups of kids flocked into the school and I really really hate large crowds, did I mention that already? I tried to hurry along to my locker when I kinda accidentally ran into this mountain of a man with a puffball as his head, and wore a disgusting amount of magenta.
"Hey watch where you're going pipsqueak!"
"S-sorry!" I squeaked out.
"S-s-sorry!" The purple q-tip mocked. "What's wrong with you? Can't talk correctly you f*ck up?" I winced and muttered another apology.
"You should teach him a lesson Jefferson!" One of the q-tip's posse insisted.
"Maybe I should." He smirked villainously. Sh*t. He shoved me into the lockers and appeared to be about to punch me but to my surprise someone caught his arm before the q-tips fist connected with my face. I looked up at the ridiculously attractive freckles curly hard boy who had just saved my face. He wore a simple leather jacket and ripped jeans and to add to the bad boy stereotyping had a lit cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth. Man. He's a literal walking stereotype huh. That's really f*cking hit.
"Back. Off. Jeffersh*t." Freckles growled. Q-tip huffed and replied,
"Why don't you mind your own business Laurens."
"Because I like ruining your day." Freckles shrugged using his free hand to remove the cigarette from his mouth. Is he allowed to smoke in here? I'm pretty sure that's illegal... Freckles proceeded to put his cigarette out on Q-tip's arm, there was a lot of screaming. Like a lot. And some smirking on Freckles' part. Q-tip and his gang quickly scadadled out there leaving me alone with the stereotypical Freckles. Is this some f*cked up version of a meet-cute? God I hope so.
"Are you okay?" Freckles asked
"YES! I-I mean yes. I'm fine. Thank you. God you're so hot, I mean whaaaaat." Freckles snickered and raised an eyebrow.
"Well then, you don't even know my name and you already want to get into my pants? A little quick don't you think?"
"I-"
"I'm John Laurens."
"A-Alexander Hamilton."
"JOHN MON AMI!" I glanced over as a group five ran over. Each stared at me. One girl in particular who was very tall and had curly dark brown and wore a pink blouse and skinny jeans stared at me like I murdered her entire family.
"Who is this?" A tall person with curly black hair tied into a bun wearing a blue skirt and a blue red and black striped sweater said.
"I'm Alexander." I waved at the group.
"Yeah, Alexander, this is Angelica." He gestured to the scary girl in pink. "That's Angelica's sister Eliza." A short petit girl wearing a pastel blue cardigan and dark blue leggings. "Their sibling Peggy." A short person wearing a yellow hoodie. "Lafayette." The tall bun wearing person. "And that's Hercules." A tall muscular man wearing a blue bandana, and a pastel pink yellow and blue sweater.
"Where are you from? Why are you here? Who's your family?" Angelica immediately launched into an interrogation freaking me out.
"Angie! Your gonna scare the poor kid." John growled huffily. Angelica huffed and crossed her arms.
"God I need a cigarette." John took the mini tube of cancer out of its pocket and gestured to Eliza.
"Yo Lizzie hook me up." Eliza rolled her eyes but pulled a lighter out of her bag and handed it to John whom lit his cancer tube.
"Are you allowed to smoke on school grounds?" I asked awkwardly.
"No."
"Oh... um Y'know that smoking is really bad for you right?"
"Yes."
"Then why?"
"Why do you ask so many questions?" John stared at me, he didn't seem mad just bored. I still felt bad.
"Sorry for asking..." I mumbled, John just shrugged.
"What's your first class mon ami?" Lafayette asked happily
"Um, I believe I have history with Mr.King."
"So do we!" Laf said excitedly bouncing on their toes.
"King. King is one interesting teacher. You'll either love him or hate him we'll see after this class ." John snickered. Oh boy. Well, I made friends, that's, good, I think.
"Yeah, I guess we'll see."

A/N: if you haven't noticed Alex is a sarcastic twat. "Wasn't this supposed to be horror?" We're getting to that Clancy