Taming the Bad Boy (Lams Story){DISCONTINUED}

Project

John's pov

"John?" Mr. Washington says.I look up from my sketchbook. "Are you listening?" He Questions. "O-Of course I am!" I say slightly shaking.He looks at me suspiciously,Then goes back to what he was saying,All I hear is "blah blah blah Partners Blah"I freeze,Hoping George would let me work alone,I hate socializing,Everyone in this school barely knows me!I take a deep breath,and I listen." Alexander Hamilton,Work with John Laurens. "I freeze again,Just my Luck,Being with a kid who I talked to just a few days ago,and we didn't even talk!We just discussed a book! I see him whispering to his friend,Aaron burr,I know they're talking about me,I pull my hood down over my face.I hear some people saying "You're dead" or "I'm so sorry." But my mind keeps telling me you're fine...But am I...?

(After seven hours of hell/After school)

I managed to get Alex's number because George said we were supposed to since none of us live close to eachother.

1 Text from Alexander

I look at the Text that he sent me.

Alexander:Meet me in front of the school.

Huh?Why?It doesn't have to be done Until next month,He probably wants to be Finished with it,He has better things to do than hang out with me.I gather my things,and head outside.Sure enough,There is Alex. "Where the hell were you?" He says.I look down at the ground "...Talking to Peggy..." I say nervously. "Listen,I don't want to be seen around you so let's go to my house before it gets dark." He says,and starts walking,So I try to catch up,There are no words on the way to his house.We arrive at his house,Not very neat,His parents aren't home either. "Where are y-your parents...?" I ask Hesitantly.He stops dead in his tracks. "Listen kid,Your here for a project,not to ask about my personal life." He snaps.I look out my backpack by the door and take out the materials For the project.He leads me up to his bedroom,Its surprisingly not as messy as downstairs,I lay the materials down in the floor.I sit down,and I glance around his room,he's got all kinds of papers scattered across his desk.The rest of his room is pretty bland.He sits down with me.We don't talk much at first,but we eventually end up having a conversation,Why was I do scared in the first place,It's not that bad...he's actually...kinda nice...

(UGHHHH WHEN WILL MY WRITING NEVER BE CRINGY?!)~Arttrash_030