Lafayette, Mon Amour - Lafayette x Reader (Modern AU - Full Story)

2 - The Hamilsquad

A/n - this chapter is a bit long, just warning lol

2nd POV

  You were in your fourth class, science. Next was social studies. You stared at the clock in anticipation, because after social studies, it was lunch, and that was when you would get to see the French baguette, in person. Finally the bell rang, notifying that it was the end of science. You quickly got up, grabbed your bag, and went to social studies. You waited in the line, searching for Oliver and Jackson to distract you from the wait.
  You leaned against other's lockers, waiting for their arrival. Soon enough, they found you. As soon as Jackson came up to you, he asked, "So, have you gotten to see the French fry yet?" He teased you like this all the time, sometimes causing you to have crushes on the people he shipped you with.
  "No. And I hope I don't have to." You lied. Oliver stood aside, observing the conversation like you and him normally do with others.
  Oliver, himself though, spoke up. "Liar." Is all he said. That's when the bell rang. You glared at the now smug-as-a-cat Oliver and fangirling Jackson. You sighed and entered the classroom.
  A bit into class and there was a knock on the door. A student opened it to reveal the one and only, frenchiest fry, sweet baguette. Your eyes widened in shock. He was in your social studies class? No. Possible. Way.
  You held your breath as he swiftly walked pass the students after thanking the one that opened the door. He held a pass and went straight to the teacher. He was blushing madly, probably from running and/or embarrassment, and handed the teacher the pass. He said his apologies in what you knew was in slight French.
  "I am so sorry, madamoiselle, I had to stay late in my English class." He had a thick French accent that stuck in your memory. You looked at Jackson. He winked as he had a smug look on his face with a stupid smirk applied, too. There was an empty seat beside him. That being the only empty seat in the class. Shit. You looked back at the now rushing frenchman that went to the seat. You sighed and accepted your fate. Jackson would purposefully become friends with him. Just so he could meet... You.

-le time skip brought to you by the Frenchiest fry-

  You had been finishing your assignment when suddenly, the bell rang. Your heart started to flutter and you panicked. Jackson made friends with him. You just knew it. He would sit with you at lunch. Probably in front of you. Or next to you. Near you is the only thing that made you panic. The sweet, cute, French transfer student would be sitting near you at lunch. And talk to you. No doubt he would talk to you. Jackson had to have told him that you knew French! It was obvious from the look on his face.
  You grabbed your things and went to your locker. While dropping your stuff off, Oliver came over.
  "Hey, be prepared for the transfer to be near us at lunch. We both know Jackson talked to him." And with that, he walked on. You started fiddling with your fingers after you closed your locker. Sweating slightly, you spoke to yourself quietly in calm, french words. You sped down the hall, trying to get away from everyone. You knew what was going to happen if you didn't calm down soon. Panic attack. You went quickly, grabbing the hem of your f/c shirt. Your eyes searched the hall frantically for spaces to go in between the people. The horrifying people.
  You felt like you were going to cry as you slightly grazed a few people's sides along the way. You went faster. And faster. You were speeding through the halls, turning sharply around people. But that's when it happened. A big wall of people blocked the way. You looked around, trying to keep your pace. Finally, you found it. The space to get through. You zapped through there, but then... He was there. You had bumped into someone. No, not someone, but him. The transfer student.
  You had fallen and stayed down with shock. You never bumped into someone when going down the hall. You trained yourself to not do that. You looked up. It was him. It was the transfer student! You started to panic. Panic really badly. He had turned around, the wall of people looking too. You started sweating. Your face heated badly with embarrassment. You started shaking. You started crying. No. This can't be happening. Not in front of people! No! You screamed at yourself in your head. Over and over. Soon though, there were people around you. Only four though. The three people from that picture Jackson showed you, and the transfer.
  "Hey, are you okay?" One asked, he had the bandana.
  "Laf, do you think she's having a panic attack?" The auburn hair one asked, looking at the transfer.
  The transfer nodded quickly. He seemed to know what one looked like. He must've had one before. The freckled one asked worriedly, "So, what do we do?"
  The transfer said in his thick accent, "If I can calm her well enough, she might be fine." His voice was soothing and you stopped sweating as bad.
  He grabbed your hand and put it in his. He slowly pulled you up, the others helping. "Madamoiselle, I am so, very sorry that this happened." He rubbed your hand with his thumb. He was precious, sweet, and innocent. The look in his eyes calmed your shaking. He was quiet, but loud enough for the five of you to hear.
  He continued, "I am very sorry for that, I did not mean for you to fall. Are you alright?" He asked, checking your legs for limps. You nodded, assuring him that you were fine. You were pale and breathed heavily. Though your face was red and sweaty. The five of you walked on to lunch, getting a few weird glances from the higher grade students walking past you to their classes.
  You all kept walking and arrived to the cafeteria, instantly walking towards Jackson and Oliver. The four guys smiled at your friends and you instantly knew that the transfer talked to the three about sitting with Jackson at lunch. The five of you sat down and listened for announcements. Through the whole thing, the transfer held your hand, brushing his thumb across the back of it, calming you.
  After announcements, your breathing quieted down and you were finally calm. The soothing words from the frenchman came back to you. "Are you alright now, Mon Ami?" Wait. He was calling you his friend? No way. But maybe you could like it... You nodded. You all looked back at the center of the table and you and the transfer noticed that Jackson was fangirling and Oliver had yet another smug look on his face.
  "What?" You asked calmly with confusion. Jackson just laughed and you blushed. Oliver leaned forward, resting his hands on the table and his head in his hands.
  "Well," He began as Jackson continued laughing. "We know the transfer, of course, and Jackson, of course, already ships you two." Your memory clicked. Oh yeah. That's why he's laughing. You sent a glare Jackson's way and he instantly stopped.  He covered his smile with his hands, though.
  "Well, uh... What's your name?" You turned to the transfer.
  He smiled and said, "Lafayette. Laf for short, Madamoiselle." He answered and kissed the back of your hand. The group of three including Jackson all 'ooohed'. You blushed madly but forgot to take your hand away. Lafayette took his hand away first. You cleared your throat, trying to wrap your head around his actions.
  Finally, you spoke. "Y-y/n... Y/n L-L/n." You found yourself at loss with his words. You didn't realize how lost you could get in his eyes. Laf smiled. He turned and looked at his, apparently, three friends. He pointed loosly at each one of them as he spoke.
  "Well, that one is Hercules Mulligan, call him Herc." He said pointing to the one with the bandana.
  "Sup." Herc had a deep voice.
  Laf switched and pointed to the freckled one. "That's John Laurens, just John."
  "Herroooo." The cutest voice EVER.
  Last, Laf pointed at the auburn hair one. "And that's Alexander Hamilton. Alex."
  "Hey." He had a laid back voice that seemed to be able to get electric at times.
  You were happy to meet them, but you realized that you had to do something. You had to introduce Oliver and Jackson. Oh shit. You looked at Oliver after smiling at the three guys and said, "That's Oliver Azmec. Just Oliver." Then you looked at Jackson. "And that's Jackson Reenson. Just Jack. Maybe Jackson when you're mad at him." You looked back at the rest of them and they had smiled and said hi. You sighed in relief.
  "Guess what."
  You turned and saw the four new guys look at you. John had said it.
  Hercules then said with a smirk, "You're a part of the Hamilsquad now."