Lams-A Story of love

Schuyler Defeated

Angelica’s POV

I walked into school with my sisters walking behind me. I pulled out my phone from my purse and took a picture of us. “Eliza,” I said gaining the attention of my slightly shorter little sister who was slightly shorter with brown hair. “look at the pic- oh my god. Who is that?” I asked pulling my sunglasses down my nose and laying my eyes on a shorter man that looked like he got his ass kicked, badly. “Alexander Hamilton” I heard my baby sister Peggy answer from behind me. “How do you know?” I asked giving a few people some death stares just to see them look scared. “I heard Mr. Washington talk about this fight at James Reynolds’ party and Lafayette thought John was cheating on him. So Jefferson beat up John and that small guy we saw. So I asked Jefferson about it and he said his name is Alex. I knew his name wasn't just Alex so I hacked into John’s phone and found out his name is Alexander Hamilton. He is from the Caribbean, his father left him at 10, his mother died at 12, she was also a whore, so he and his brother moved into his cousins house just to find out he will kill himself. Then a hurricane came through his town and killed his brother. Alexander wrote some lame poem or something and got a one way ticket to New York.” Peggy said with a gasp, I stared at her and said with a scoff “Oh my god. How is it possible that I’m related to such a nerd.” I walked toward this Alex kid. “Hey, whore son” I said with a smirk. Alex looked at me without any look of backing off. “Are you talking to me?” he asked crossing his arms “uh, yea? Who else?” I asked ready to embarrass this kid. “I thought you were talking to yourself. I mean your mother must’ve gotten all that money from somewhere.” he said leaning against his locker. Hell no, he’s going down. “That's funny. I said whore son. You're the only guy here.” I said feeling like he was going to back down. He suddenly laughed. Laughed! “that was another reason I thought you were talking of yourself.” he got close to my ear and whispered “I hate to break it to you, but you look like a dudedude.” he walked away smirking. I was left there with nothing to say.

Alex’s POV

I had walked away from that petty girl smiling. I was walking to my history class when I ran straight into someone. I hissed in pain from my ribs and bent down to gather my stuff off the floor. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” I asked frantically.  “Sure, how about yourself?” a deeper voice asked. “Yeah, fine- hey! Your the guy at the party who pulled away the other guy who was beating up John and I!” I said standing up straight trying to match the height of this guy, needless to say it didn’t work. “Mulligan. Hercules Mulligan.” he said out stretching his hand. I shook his hand gladly “Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton. A million things I haven’t done, but fighting ain’t one!” I said trying to make a joke but hating myself instantly for saying ‘ain’t’. Hercules chuckled at me at walked next to me to my history class with Mr. Washington. “Whos class do you have next?” he asked still walking next to me. “Uh.. History with Mr. Washington” I said looking down at my schedule. “Ah! Washington the Washing machine!” he said laughing, I started laughing with him. Lafayette was at Mr. Washington’s classroom arguing with John when I walked in. I tried to sneak back out but I felt someone pull on the hood of my hoodie choking me. “C-can I help you?” I asked with my voice quivering slightly. “Oui, vous pouvez. Comment connaissez-vous John?”(yes, you can. how do you know John?) the french guy asked me with a smirk on his face “nous nous sommes rencontrés dans le magasin”(we met in the store) I said crossing my arms, he’s not going to out french me. Everyone was staring at me in disbelief. “What?” I asked in english this time. “No one has ever spoke to me in french.” said Lafayette smiling. I shrugged and walked away, John, Lafayette, and Hercules sat around me and they all started talking to me, and not a hint of anger from anyone.