Alexander

10

The bell rang, and I scrambled to gather all my books. I was meeting with Alex at the park immediately after school so we could discuss potential candidates for the whole locker deal. As I was rushing down the hall, Eliza Schuyler stopped me, putting a hand on my arm.

"Hey, John. Do you have Mr. Adams? I need help with the homework." I removed her hand from my arm, and she immediately twisted her hair around her fingers.

"Yeah, I have Mr. Adams, but I have to go, maybe next time!" I tried brushing past her, but she slid over so she blocked my path.

"Eliza, move."

"Ugh, fine, whatever." She flipped me off before stomping the opposite way down the hall. I continued my mad dash out the doors, making a beeline to the park.

I saw Alexander sitting on a bench, writing in his notebook.

"Hey, Lex!" He turned, giving me a shy smile before closing his book and stuffing it in his bag.

"Hey, John. What took you so long?"

"Eliza Schuyler. Bitch was tryna' get into my pants."

"..oh." Was Alex's response. I sat next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"Don't worry. I like you better than her." He blushed, and I chuckled to myself. "Now, any suspects?"

"Thomas Jefferson. Eliza Schuyler. Those are the only two I have so far." I nodded slowly, thinking.

"Maybe Jefferson is using his boytoy Madison. You know, the quiet one?"

"Good idea."

"I don't have those often, so relish in the moment." I said.

"I can tell you don't." He giggled. I smiled at him, and he gave me a cheeky grin in response.

He was adorable.