Jamilton |+ A Hamilton High School (Modern AU) Story +|

Chapter 3

Some of them sat down on a bench. Angelica, and John sat down, leaving space for one other person. Lafayette urged Alexander to sit down, which he did. Peggy, Eliza, Hercules, and Lafayette stood, exchanging glances. Once Alexander settled, Hercules spoke.
"Why'd you come to this school?"
Let me just say, the scenery was beautiful. It was just a simple walk in, where plants broke out. Flowers bloomed. Sun showered down above, as a glass panel was placed in the roof.
"Alexander?"
"Oh. Yes? Oh. Well," his pointer finger bounced on his chin as he thought. "It was the best rated." he answered, looking up at his newly made 'Friend'. Eliza blinked sympathetically at Alexander.
"You shouldn't have come here." John whispered beside him. As Alexander took the middle of the bench. John's elbow was perfectly balanced on the bench arm, his head being held with his palm. Meaning he was leaning a bit away from Alexander.
"What do you mean?"
"This is the worst possible school you decided to go to." Eliza choked, her voice a sweet tone.
"Can someone just tell him?" Angelica shook her head, annoyingly.
"This school is best known for it's source of bullies, suicides', most of all, blackmail." Lafayette spat out as soon as Angelica got her words across. Alexander felt a little shock tingle his throat.
"And it's all because of one man." John murmured, sticking up his pointer finger in a signal of 'One.'
"Who?" Alexander asked with a slightly shaken voice. As he asked, the others made another unsure face towards each, person there, except for Alexander. "There's surely no possible way one man can do that." he gulped, trying to press the fear from him.
"Well, he does have a group that follows him around everywhere and help him." Eliza's eyes rolled, not in a sarcastic way. "But.... it's mostly him that does the work." she'd wrap her arms around her waist.

"Just don't get on his bad side." Angelica partook in the conversation.
"What's his name?" Alexander asked, gazing at her with his brown eyes.
"Thomas Jefferson." someone answered, he couldn't tell but he thought maybe it was Hercules.
"And don't mess with, James Madison, Charles Lee, Maria Reynolds, and some other kids." Lafayette added quickly. Alexander thought for a moment. 'These people actually do sound like a threat.' he chuckled quietly to himself. No one seemed to notice.
(Bold, and Italic means thoughts of someone. Also to know, is these; (').)
This was Alexander's job. To bring people down like this so called, Thomas Jefferson.
"I had a horrible encounter with him." John snapped Alexander back to his attention. "Before break." his eyes fluttered down. The others eyes' showered with anxiety.
"Oh, mon ami.." Lafayette kneeled down and gave Laurens a hug.
"What happened?" Peggy enquired. Finally, she spoke. Lafayette pulled away from the hug, stepping back so he could hear the story.
"Well, I was grabbing books out of my locker.. when.."

~The day before summer break~

John entered his locker combo, hearing the click, he opened it. A large bang sounded from behind it's door, the locker flinging back towards John.
"Awh!" someone shrieked. He closed the door, his eyes widening and his hand cupping over his mouth when John found out who stood there.
"You little shit!" Jefferson held his nose, blood trickling down to his lips. His perfect curly hair was a bit ruffled in the front. At the moment, it was just him. The others' must've broke off to take care of themselves. John stumbled back as Thomas towered over him.
"I am, so sorry! I didn't even know you were there!" he shut his eyes tight, ready for pain to strike his body. After a few moments, his eyes slowly opened. Jefferson was still there, his eyes burning into John's. The books in John's hands shook, the bully's eyes now glancing at it. He slapped the books out of the young mans hands', storming off, his nose still covered. The books hit the floor with a 'flop', scaring John out of his shoes. His back hit the lockers, his legs shaking below him, making him skim down. His heart was pounding like a woodpecker's beak against wood.

~Back to present~

"Mon dieu.." (My God.)
"Oh, no.. John.." Eliza pulled him into a hug. Alexander guessed that these people were friends. He had even more confidence beating Jefferson. Thomas had a choice to beat John up, but instead, chose to do an easy move. Alexander processed the words that came out of John's mouth, ignoring what came out of everyone else's at the moment. When he slowly came back to reality, John was just shaking, still in Eliza's arms.
"If he goes near you, I'll give all my might to protect you." Hercules joined in on the hug, soon, everyone was in it. But Alexander. He wanted to, but he had just met these people.
Alexander stood up from his seat on the bench, patting John's shoulder. The six of them breaking out of the hug.
"I'll take care of it." He smiled at John. Who's face lit up with even more worry.
"Are you crazy?" Angelica rushed over to Alexander, pushing him slightly.
"He is crazy." Hercules rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry about it. This is my job." Alexander reassured them, surprised at how they cared for a stranger.
"What do you mean, 'job?'" Peggy asked, her voice sounding up again.
"I take down bullies of schools for a living." Alexander gave her a comforting smile.
"Wait. You're, THE, Alexander Hamilton?" Eliza looked puzzled, so did everyone else. He gave a small nod to answer the question.
"Oh my god! You really do got this!" John sprang into Alexander's arms, making him stumble back a bit. He felt his arms tightly wrap around his waist. Alexander hugged him back.

~Alexander's first day~

"Homeroom..Orientation day...Mr. Val...Junior Floor...Room 320." Alexander murmured to himself, reading his schedule. Like a few days ago, people crowded the hallways. He seemed familiar with them, the hallways. As he had gotten a special tour, with some real friends he'd soon get to know about more.
The bell rang about the time where he walked through the door. Luckily, John had showed him every room location, and number. It was on the left side of the hallway core, a colorful room.
The walls was painted a light blue, the floor, a light grey color. Mr. Val's desk was in the right corner, closest to the door. A skylight shone through glass above, making the class lively. A whiteboard was held on one of the walls, opposite the one that held the door. Smaller desks than Mr. Val's, were lined up in perfect lines, aiming towards the whiteboard.
"Hello." 
Alexander jumped, whipping around to see who he presumed was Mr. Val.
"Sorry to scare you there." he wore a light blue plaid shirt, his pants, some kind of formal, wear. Mr. Val held a clipboard, a welcoming smile beaming his cheeks.
"Oh. It's quite alright." Alexander pushed it off with a slight laugh. 
"Are you supposed to be, Alexander Hamilton?" he questioned, his eyes falling down to the paper placed on the clipboard.
"Yes." Alexander simply claimed. Mr. Val nodded in understanding, he marked something on his paper, then pointed towards an empty desk. 
"Oh. Um, thank you." Alexander sloppily replied, turning towards the desk. It was in the second row, next to a.. hehehe, okay, I have to say it. Hot, curly head. It was a dark brown, just like his eyes. He wore those 'I'm the boss' kind of clothes. His t-shirt was covered, by a jacket, just like the 'THS' one, but instead, it was just a black one. A white t-shirt under it.
Alexander sat down next to him, placing down his backpack. The unsuspecting man's head turned to look at him. 

"Who're you?" he asked, making Alexander look up. He looked even better closer up. He had a scruff of a beard, like Lafayette's. They could switch places and Alexander would not be able to tell who was who.
"I'm Alexander. Who're you?" he continued. The man smirked, chuckling slightly. His head turned to his friend next to him, who also chuckled.
"Who am I? Friend, are you new here?"
"In fact, I am." 
"Ah." he gestured to his friend next to him. "That's James." 
Alexander blinked, he looked like Hercules a bit. Except, a bit more, gangy? 
"And I, call me by my last name. Jefferson." it almost looked like he was trying to tease Alexander.
"Thomas Jefferson? James Madison?" Alexander asked, feeling a bit giddy.
"So you have heard of us."