Orphanage AU: Lams

Chapter 20: Philip and John Laurens + Math Class

I really have nothing interesting to say. So. Yeah. This one is really short. I apologize. I only group two POVs if they are short and they overlap in time or whatever, so there's actually a connection. Therefore, this chapter will just be short, because I can't link it. Sorry.

---Guess---

"I can't believe it!"

"I know!"

"He looks so much like you!"

"I know!"

"I mean, the same hair and it curls the same way like," Theo swirled his pointer finger in tight spirals.

"I know."

"And eyes- you have green eyes too but it's like the same exact shade of green-!"

"I know." Theo was so blown away by this. I was a bit freaked. But he was really cute when he was too excited about something to be self conscious about showing it. It wasn't a common thing.

"Brilliant green. Like really piercing, forest green." I would not blush I would not blush... "Harry Potter green."

"I know..." he was such a Potterhead. I was too, really. Common ground. We had a lot of common ground.

"It's really pretty." Theo suddenly looked self conscious again, retreating back into himself. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't very well say I know to that. That would be self centered. Theo shyly picked up the subject again. "And freckles. So many freckles."

"I know."

"These adorable freckles all over your face, he has the same freckles, and like, all over his arms and you have them all over you..." Blushing fiercely, he opened his book and refused to look at me. Good. I was blushing just as much.

"I know..." I agreed vaguely, taking my lunch tray and breathing in appreciatively. He said my freckles were adorable. And the phrase all over you... Ah! Philip! Stop! I reached into my backpack and pulled out my journal, filled with thoughts, random poems. An thoughts about Theo.

When we sat down, I quietly jotted the cutest quotes of our latest conversation and then turned to less important pages, reading them to get my mind off of Theo.

I didn't really know my sexuality. But I think maybe I liked him... I shook my head. Ugh! Philip! Theo eyed my crêpe. "What'd you get?" she sniffed curiously.

"Nutella and raspberries. And a sandwich without tomatoes." I cut a slice off the corner of my crêpe and nibbled, sighing with content.

"Philip! Me too!" He shoved me gently, shaking his head. "You have such a sweet tooth!"

"Shoot." I gulped guiltily. "I thought you liked tomatoes?" He just gave me a look. I knew what he meant. Every day, one of us would get a ham and cheese and one of us would get a raspberries and nutella. I always got a sandwich without tomatoes, and he got one with tomatoes. The sandwiches were for ourselves but the crêpes we split, so everyday we'd each get half a raspberries and nutella and half a ham and cheese.

We alternated days. It was my day to get ham and cheese. "It's your fault!" I defended myself, "You distracted me! Talking about my eyes and freckles!" I blushed and stabbed my crêpe.

Theo sighed and bookmarked his page. He was very passionate about the abuse of books: he never dogeared pages. "Tomorrow we get two ham and cheese and then we can go back to alternating." he decided.

"Theo!" I gasped, I needed nutella! "I need my chocolate!"

"Tough." Theo laughed. "You don't even have to listen to me, I wouldn't be hurt if you ignored my system." He was so pretty when he laughed. His nose scrunched up a little and his laugh was twinkly. He had freckles too, they were just far more subtle because of his darker skin.

I liked the subtlety. It was sweet. I knew he'd still be happy if we didn't use our system. I took a bite of my sandwich and chewed thoughtfully, reading my journal.

Today Theo proposed this system for the crêpes at lunch. He loves chocolate and wants to have some everyday. But he doesn't want to be unhealthy. He wants to split so we have half of each every day. He's so smart. I don't have a crush on him though. I'm just saying because he's really nice and...

I smirked, swallowing my sandwich. "Nah," I told him with a smile, "We'll do double and and cheese tomorrow."

---Angelica's POV---

Afternoon. Honestly, these kids weren't even that bad. I mean really, it was all just Jared. I didn't even know how an eleven year old kid could be awesome and too much at eleven years old.

This kid did it.

"Jared, can you please stop talking to Evan. I'm trying to show you the order of operations." I didn't even attempt to keep the exasperation out of my voice.

"Oh, don't bother, I already know it." Jared didn't even turn around.

"Evan?" I prompted gently. I didn't want to freak him out.

"Y-yeah Miss. Schuyler. He, Jared does. He knows, well Jared, Jared knows a lot of math." Evan seconded nervously. Jared blushed.

I groaned, "No, Evan, can you tell Jared-"

"Oh, oh, yes, yeah I-I can. Can you, Jared, could you, uh, could you maybe talk to me, to me later? Right now, now we should let, let Miss Schuyler t-teach." Oh my god, I loved Evan. He was so sweet.

Jared sat back immediately and made the sort of gesture men do when they open the door that is sort of a condescending ladies first. "Pardon me, miss. You were saying?"

I gritted my teeth and continued with the lesson, glaring at Jared whenever he made a sarcastic comment. Which was just about half the lesson.

I swore, though, I loved those kids. Jared just gave them all a bad name. The most irritating thing was that he was really smart. He finished first so he was technically allowed to interact with anyone who was also done until we started something new. But he finished so quickly it usually took less than 5 minutes before the classroom was filled with Jared's deapan flirting and Evan's shy, admiring responses as everyone else worked in silence, trying to pretend they didn't hear the oblivious couple.

Glancing at the time, I realized there was only ten minutes left before the end of class. I clapped my hands for attention. Jared applauded hardcore.

"Your class has been to Mr. Laurens' class right?" I knew they had but I waited for the murmurs of assent before I continued, "You are each getting about 5 dollars, and we'll go to the store one of these afternoons so you can get him a little welcome gift. I recommend you consider what you might want to purchase beforehand because you will only have a few minutes. I still plan to make educational use of the day."

""Pffft, easy. Get him lunch. Subway or McDonalds. Fast, easy, cheap."

I threw Jared a withering look and dismissed the class.

"But- the bell hasn't rung yet Miss-" Alana Beck, too eager. You're gonna be teased for that one. I felt a small twinge of pity.

"Miss Beck, who-" I stopped to glare at Jared, clenching my fists from behind my desk. In a perfect impression of me, he said exactly what I was saying, although I stopped at "who" when I realized he was speaking with me.

He continued, "Miss Beck, who dismisses the class? Me or the bell?" His pitch was mockingly high.

God. If he ever died, I would sing no requiem.

Because I felt like it. Philidosia!!! I know a lot of people ship Pheaker. I'm sorry, I can't get over my hate for him for killing my son. If you ship Pheaker, don't hate me. Please?