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Part 1 •oof•

Shitty a.n: so my gud fren asked for this and I'd thought I'd give it to her, I hope y'all Hamilton fans and the rest of my nonexistent readers enjoy! (P.s I'm sorry for the cringe French in all the Lafayette parts.)

~Alex's pov~
"I absolutely hate John Laurens. He is such a know-it-all, and not even the type of know-it-all that thinks their smart but the kind of know-it-all that is smart, he thinks he's so great because he gets some of the best test scores and is always called on in class but he is really just a fucking-" "WE KNOW, WE KNOW!" Hercules yells as he practically throws his tray down on one of the cafeterias tables. "Jesus, calm down Herc" I mutter under my breath "I'm just trying to make a point" "He has a point, Alexander" Lafayette chirped whilst chewing on a peanut butter and jam sandwich. "Ugh, you guys just don't understand" I say in a rather harsh tone. "Oh no we do understand" say Hercules chuckling under his breath with his boyfriend. "You, mon ami, have a crush" Lafayette continued. "No, I don't" I snapped "Screw you guys I'm out."
I must admit I wasn't in the best mood. I got an A on my last essay for English class, the second highest score in the grade, but of course, John had to beat me. The nerve of him. Getting a 97%.
Not much happened after the conversation with Laf and Herc. The only class I had left was AP calculus, which was complete shit, even though I was great at it, stupid-ass John was even better. The bell rang, I packed my stuff said goodbye to Herc and Laf and hurried over to catch my bus.
It was practically a miracle I got on in one piece. I would've made it with time to spare if it wasn't for that idiot Aaron Burr stopping me to drool over Angelica Schuyler. I had told him about how Angelica and I are quite good friends, and now whenever I see him I am forced to listen to him go on about how they'd be absolutely perfect for each other, and honestly that would be perfectly fine if Aaron wasn't such an ass. He thinks he's so suave and that he deserves to be at the top of everything, he's just like John except for the fact that I am better than him, but, I'm better then John so I guess there really is no difference. Whatever.
Another instalment to my horrible day: the bus. I sat beside yet another imbecile, Thomas Jefferson. I hate him more than I hate anyone else, which is saying a lot considering I have a long list of mortal enemies. Usually, Thomas sits with his good friend James Madison, but James was sick today, so I was left with the trash.
I woke up feeling horrible. My eyes were practically glued shut, my breath smelled as if something crawled in there and died, all in all I felt sick, to sick to attend school, but my parents would have none of it.
I got up, got dressed, brushed my teeth, and rushed down the stairs to eat whatever I could find. I could find a lot but the only thing I could stomach was a bagel with some cream cheese.
I had horrible dreams.
It started off as a normal day at school, but things seemed off. It was only little things, Elizabeth Schuyler waving to me (which literally never had  happened before), Charles Lee and Samuel Seabury weren't fighting (it's the only thing they do), Maria Reynolds' skirt was about and inch and a half longer. At first, I thought nothing of it, but then John came up to me.