Juvenile Delinquent (Lams)

Chapter Eleven

A/N: You can skip this if you want but I felt like writing about it, so that's what I'm going to do for a little bit. So. On Friday I was outside with a group of my friends and then they all left to like get water or something so me and my crush were the only ones there. And I'm fucking freezing and he says "Are you cold man?" And in my head I'm just like Nah iM just shivering cuz it's fun. So I shake my head no trying to be all strong and he takes off his freaking jacket and gives it to me. I am currently wearing said jacket. He gave it to me and he's never getting it back. But I can't help but wonder did he do it cuz we are friends or is he gay like everyone said or like WHAT. Stop messing with my mind bro. Okay. On with the story 😂

Alexander Pov
        "Oh Hamilton!" I heard Thomas call. Come on.

I turned around and was met with a punch to the face. I fell to the ground, clutching my nose, which was obviously bleeding.

"What the hell?!" I exclaimed.

"I am Washington's favorite! I don't know how you are doing it but stay out of my way!" He told me.

"I wasn't in your way in the first place!" I said.

My blood started getting on my pants. Well. That's gross.

"Aww come on." I grumbled.

"Just stay away Hamilshit." He growled.

"Why are you being so rough on me? I haven't even done anything!" I shouted.

One of his friends yelled, "kInKy!" And they continued to walk away.

Assholes! I got up and held my nose while I stormed off.

"Where you are going?" John asked as I was walking.

"None of your damn business." I growled.

"What happened?" He asked, trying keeping up with me.

"Also, none of your damn business." I growled, yet again.

"Is this one of those things where you're not mad at me but you just gotta let out steam?" He asked.

We turned a corner.

"Yes. It is." I said, still growling.

"Alright. You can start venting if you want now." He told me.

"Why does everyone hate me?!" I yelled, coming to an abrupt stop.
"I haven't even done anything! Nobody even knows why I'm here! I'm not that bad of a person! I don't deserve this! I shouldn't be here! It's all my mums fault! If she never died then I would've n-never...I would've never..." I fell to the floor and just started sobbing.

"Can you go a day without having a mental breakdown?" Thomas said kicking me in the back.

"Leave him alone!" John shouted.

Yeah! Leave me alone! Let me have my breakdown in peace! I saw Thomas leave.

"Hey...it's okay. Come here." John said, softly.

He wrapped his arms around me and sighed.

"I know it's hard but it'll be okay. Alright?" He asked, sympathetically.

"Y-Yeah." I said.

I looked up. We locked eyes. He leaned in and so did I.

We kissed.

It was over too soon even though it felt like a million years. So gentle, loving and kind.

"I liked that." I said.

He nodded. "So did I."

"Maybe we could maybe...only if you wanted to..." He started.

"John will you be my boyfriend?" I asked, cutting him off.

"Yes. No doubt about it." He told me, hugging me again.

"Still wanna go on that date?"