Mental (Lams)

Sequel

So. Y'all wanted me to write a sequel. So here's this. BUT FIRST-
I drew some shit so get ready to bleach your eyes.

Aight.
On with ze sequel-

John Pov
"You're supposed to be dead!"
I shouted, pacing my room.

"..Surprise?"
He said, doing jazz hands.

"No! No! See surprises are supposed to be happy!" I yelled, running my hands through my hair.

"That's not necessarily true-"
"Stop.
Talking."
"Right.
Sorry."

"Thank god Herc and Laf aren't here otherwise you'd be in a fucking mental hospital." I hissed.

"Hey just be happy I haven't killed a person. Or robbed a bank. Or broken into the white hou-"

"Oh so that's where we are setting the bar? Murder? You killed someone's cat Alex!" I shouted.

"Well their cat was being an asshole." He stated, crossing his legs.

He looked calm.
Too fucking calm.

"You fucking pyschop-"

He put up a finger, shaking his head.
"High functioning sociopath.
Do your research." He corrected.

I sighed heavily, looking at him hopeless.

"And to think there was a time where I actually thought you were cool."
I muttered, sitting down.

I put my head in my hands.
Jeez I want to cry.

"Jacki,"

I saw Alex stand up through the cracks between my fingers.

"Don't call me that. You haven't fucking earned it." I hissed.

"I jumped off a building for you!"
He exclaimed.

"No you didn't! You did it so you could escape!" I shouted at him, removing my hands.

How'd he even fucking do that and survive?
And the glass?
Botulinum..

He clenched his jaw.
And stared at me.
Oh that little bitc-

"Stop doing the thing!" I yelled, standing up.

He narrowed his eyes.
"I must remind you...You have neighbors, my dear Laurens." He said, a small smirk on his face.

"Oh fuck off." I hissed.

"That's not nice."
"Fuck.
Off."

"Message received."
He muttered.

"You should..just go before the cops find you or something." I said.

"The cops won't just 'find me'.
They are bloody idiots."
He said, sitting down next to me.

"Says the smartest person to ever live." I muttered.

He smirked.
"I wouldn't say the smartest but I'm at least top five."

"And you're cocky.
Great." I said.

"I'm not really cocky."
He replied.

"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."

"Hey John?"
"Mhm?"
"You're wrong."
"Oh well fuck me then!"

He smiled and pulled me close to him. My eyes widened as he whispered, "Gladly."

I pushed him away and crossed my arms.

"You're an asshole." I said, not looking at him.

"You like it though," He hummed, scooting closer to me.

"No I fucking don't." I hissed.
"Your dick begs to differ." He said, gesturing towards my pants.

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed, immediately looking down.

Oh that little bitch is such a fucking liar.

He burst out laughing.
"Your face!" He exclaimed.

"I thought you were a sociopath." I stated.

His face dropped and jaw hardened.
"I am."

Oh bitch that was fucking scary get me out.

I'm in bed bitch!
You can't kill me!

"Oh okay then.."
I muttered.

It was silent for a moment.

"..Do you actually like me then?" '
I asked.

"What?"
He said.

Oh damn.
He doesn't know the answer for once.
I like it.

"Do you actually like me? Everything you said. Calling me cute and all that shit. Was it true?" I asked.

"Of course." He said, confusion laced in his voice.

"Prove it."
I said.

"What do you mean 'prove it?'
You just have to take my wor-
ohh...
I see..
you want me to...
Oh.
Alright then."
He said, looking still taken back.

I expected him to be all slow and make it awkward but instead he just grabbed me and it was like
BOOM.

And he just kissed me like..
BOOM.

Like..one second he was over there being a sociopathic asshole and the next it was like
BOOM.

And my god, I actually enjoyed it.

He pulled away from me with a blank expression on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"You're making me feel things and I don't like it." He said, standing up and wiping his hands on his pants.

His pants.
Oh my gosh his fucking pants.
He has..
a..
fucking..
boner.

I don't know wether or not to be fucking disgusted or not.

I heard the front door open.
Laf and Herc are home.
My stomach flipped.

Laf and Herc are going to see Alex.
Laf and Herc are going to kill Alex.
Or maybe Alex will kill them.

Well fuck.

"John?!
You home?!
We got orange juice!"
Herc shouted throughout the house.

Alex looked back at me.

"What do we do?!" I whisper shouted. He smiled and pointed to my window.

"Bitch I ain't jumping out of a window." I hissed.

"I am." He said, jogging over to my window.

And just like that,he was gone.

For the second time in my life, Alexander Hamilton had left me.

~~~Do y'all want a part two?~~~