Finite(I might change this title who knows)

Chapter 3

I walked to class with the group.
"So Alexander, what brings you to YorkTown high?" John asks putting his arm around my shoulders. I blushed and shrugged.
"Um well, my foster parents sent me here so I didn't exactly choose what school to go to."
"Who's your foster parents?" John glanced down at me.
"Um, the Washington's." The group stopped walking, staring at me like I had a third head.
"W-what, is that a bad thing?" I nervously looked at the group. Did they hate me now? I really hope that isn't the case.
"Well, not bad per-say but they are one of the richest people in the city I'm surprised they didn't send you to private school. I mean the Schuyler's were rich but after their business completely crashed they lost a lot of money really fast." John explained.
"O-oh... well I don't know why they sent me here but um, their really nice." Nicer than my last placement at least.
"Nice is a lie. Everyone has alternative motives." Angelica snarled.
"Yeah yeah! Maybe their fatting you up so they can eat ya! Or their gonna kill ya and sell your organs on the black market!" Peggy giggled ecstatically. I nervously tugged at my sleeves, I mean they're not gonna sell my organs on the black market or eat me but Angie's got a point. What if the Washington's are just using me? What if they are just like my last placement?
"Guys! Can't you act normal for like a few days! You're gonna scare Alex off, this is why we don't have that many friends!" John growled glaring at the two siblings.
"I'll have you know Johnathan that I'm very popular, I have a lot of friends!" Angelica grimaced.
"Just because you'll sleep with anyone who looks at you doesn't make you popular. Or means that you have friends." John snarled cruelly. That, that seemed unnecessary... that's when Lafayette and Herc stepped in.
"John mon ami that is enough!"
"Yeah, let's just get to class." Herc insisted. Eliza's staying oddly quiet... we walked silently the rest of the way. When we entered the class John grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the back corner of the room. The teacher was no where to be seen. Are you kidding me? Approximately five minutes in a tall man in a frilly red coat rolled in on a shopping cart.
"Greetings children slaves! I am George Fredrick King the third!" The man yelled with an over exaggerated British accent.
"I see that we have a new student! I tried to slink down into my chair. The man skipped to back of room and, HE F*CKING PICKED ME UP, SLUNG ME OVER HIS SHOULDER AND CARRIED ME TO THE FRONT OF THE ROOM! He placed me down but uncomfortably enough he kept his arm around my waist.
"What's your name dearest!"
"U-um... I'm Alexander..." I mumbled quietly.
"Well Alexander darling welcome to YorkTown high! Now please take your seat, or will I have to carry you back to your seat?" Mr. King asked his voice hopeful. A few of the students were laughing though I did noticed that John looked like he wanted to shoot someone. I hurriedly went back to my seat and messed with my hair my face burning with embarrassment. John was sulking for the rest of the class. And the class? Very strange. Kinda uncomfortable. I don't think I learned a thing during that class.

After class Lafayette, Hercules, John and I headed to our next class.
"So Mr. King. Thoughts?" Herc asked smirking.
"He made me very, very uncomfortable." I mumbled.
"Yeah. We could tell." John grumbled.
"John mon ami, stop sulking it's unbecoming." Lafayette hummed.
"I'm not sulking!"
"Sure you aren't buddy." Herc snickered.