Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

Einstein

A/N - shit gets deep

John's POV

"Settle down please!" Ms. Adams called. "We have new student coming to use all the way from the Caribbean. How about you tell us a little bit about yourself?" The red curly hair by bit his lip and shifted. Adams had forced him the stand at the front of the class and a few of my friends snickered behind me.
"Um...my name is Alexander Hamilton..." It was clear he didn't want to be up there but Adams continued.
"Tell us about the Caribbean. I'm sure it was lovely."
"No." He spat, Adams frowned and smiled.
"Then how about your interests?"
"Um...I like history and physics and chemistry. My favorite theory is The Theory of Relativity and-" he noticed the class frowning and shifted. "I speak five languages fluently."
"Wow. Impressive."
"Nerd!" Francis coughed from behind me, I rolled my eyes and Alex looked at his feet.
"I have an IQ of two hundred and seventy nine. The average American IQ is ninety eight or is that too much statistics for you?" He grumbled, I burst out laughing as the rest of the class was quietly and I couldn't breathe.
"Get wrecked!" Alex chuckled a bit and Ms. Adams sighed.
"Take a seat next to Mr. Laurens please?"
"I couldn't possibly-"
"Laurens raise your hand." I rose my hand and Alex slid into the seat next to me. He kept his head down and the teacher started teaching. I listened and after about twenty minutes I looked over. The dude had already taken three pages of notes and he was still going. He wrote in cursive and switched pens every other topic. I stared and he glanced at me. He seemed to shrink and pushed his glasses up his nose. When the bell rang he gathered his things and rushed out. Francis clapped me on the back and I looked at him.
"What does that little prick know?" He grumbled.
"A lot more that you, Kinloch." With that I walked into the hall and moved to my next class.

Alexander's POV

"How was school?" Laf asked innocently.
"HORRIBLE!" I fell into the front seat of his car and folded my arms.
"What?"
"I'm the freaky smart kid now! People only wanna be my friend for answers!"
"Well-"
"I should have died! Statistically and physically it all added up. I should not be here!" I screamed in anger.
"Will you just relax? You say that all the time." Laf's phone buzzed and he sighed. "We have to take John home."
"Who's John?"
"You'll see. I think you have in one of your classes. We waited and after a few minutes the back door opened and a duffle bag was thrown across the seats. The boy who laughed at me got in and huffed.
"Thanks, Laf."
"No problem. You've met Alex right?"
"Yes." I grumbled.
"Why so sour?" John grinned.
"You laughed at me. True, what I said may have been funny but it wasn't that funny. At best I should've earned a chuckle."
"Relax, Einstein. I was laughing at my friend."
"Don't. Call. Me. That." I spat.
"Alright, alright. I was just joking."
"Jokes have a certain tone of voice which yours did not display." I grumbled. "I'm not stupid."
"I like you." He grinned, I frowned and leaned away. "I know you're not stupid. I didn't mean it as an insult. It was just a nickname."
"Friends have nicknames." Laf glared at me and I huffed. "Friends..." I mumbled. Ok. Listen. I can name one thousand digits of pi without skipping a beat but I'm shit at social conversations.
"Nah. I get it. You don't know me." John smiled, Laf pulled out and glared at me. "Laf...I might need to stay the night."
"Oh, John-"
"I know. I know. Alex is still settling but...I don't know where else to go?" John put his head in his hands and I turned around.
"What? Why can't he stay the night cause of me?" I looked at Laf accusingly, already knowing the answer, and he sighed.
"Because mom and dad thought it would be better if you felt at home before other people started-"
"Bullshit! John can stay the night. I don't care!" I raised my voice and John sniffed.
"No, that's really not-"
"I said what I said." I growled, both sighed and Laf glanced at me.
"Fine but you're telling dad."
"Deal."