From Bully to Boyfriend •|Lams|•

Chapter 20

"No, John, your foot goes here, not behind you!"

Alexander had been teaching John to salsa for the past week.

Well, tried.

Alexander had grown up in a Latino foster home, and his foster parent had taught him how to salsa. They were very cultured, and you can definitely say that he loved it. So, doing this dance came naturally to Alex.

John, on the other hand, had absolutely no clue how to dance.

"Left, right, down, same thing!!" John barked, causing Alex to snort.

"Yeah, tell that to my di-"

"Continue that sentence and I will stab a spork in your thigh."

Alexander nodded, "Understood."

John giggled softly under his breath. Though, he would never admit it, he loved Alexander's weird jokes and pick up lines.

Alex twirled John around, dipping him.
"May I have a kiss, mi amor?~"

John took Alexander's cheeks into his palms with a snicker, "You dork."

He ever so gently pressed their lips together, only to pull away a few seconds later.

"Alex. Did you seriously steal my peach lip balm?"

Alexander pecked John's lips quickly, craving for the feeling.

"Mmm, maybe. It tastes good!"

John burst out into laughter, pulling himself up from the dancing position.
"Babe, you know you can buy your own, right?"

Alexander shook his head, "Never. It tastes better when it's been on your lips."

"Aka, you're too lazy to get off your ass to get your own."
That was John's favorite part of their relationship, the fact that they were best friends and lovers at the same time.

It's funny, really. They went from being rivals, to best friends and lovers. Not that John would ever regret a second of it.

Alexander was the best thing that ever happened to him.

Alex took a water bottle off the coffee table, taking a quick sip.
"How about we take a breather? Besides, classes start in about half an our."

John shrugged and plopped on the couch, red faced from all the exercise.
"Yeah, sounds like a good idea."

"Damn science.."

John grumbled as he pulled boo out of his locker. His science teacher gave him a D- on their last quiz. It's not like John liked that class anyways. The teacher was an old witch.

Suddenly, he felt a hand grip his shoulder. Not in a loving was like Alexander, but firm.

John spun around, only to roll his eyes, "What do you want Thomas?"

Thomas chuckled looking at the ground then back up at John, "What? Is it a crime to ask a classmate for a favor?"

"If you're an asshole, then yes."

Thomas's smile grew into a devilish smirk. "I wouldn't use that tone with me if I were you."

In a split second, John was being surrounded by Thomas, Burr, and Madison.

"What do you shit heads want? My lunch money?"

Burr shook his head, "Afraid not. We'd like something a bit more valuable."

John raised an eyebrow, reaching into his back pocket. He always had Alex as his emergency contact.

"If y'all want sex, you have another thing coming."

Madison pratically choked, coughing into his fist.
"No! Hell, no! We want dirt on your boyfriend."

John's arm relaxed, pulling his hand away from his phone.
"Why would you want dirt on Alex?"

Jefferson gave one of those evil snickers, "Oh you poor boy. See, me and your little boy toy are both studying to be politicians. If I don't destroy Hamilton's career now, then I won't ever get into government. Now, I am willing to give you-"

"I've heard enough," John growled.

"Oh have you?" Thomas cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes, I have. I'm not ruining my boyfriend's career and that's final."

John shoved his way past the men, stomping off down the hallway.

Aaron smirked at the two men, the others doing the same.

"You'll regret this, Laurens. You'll regret this."