in love with a pornstar (modern au fanfic LAMS)

chapter 36

a/n: all of you guys despise eliza now, damn... anyway. i enjoyed writing this chapter a lot, i think you guys will be pleased at the amount of lams that's in it. but please be warned: enjoy your few chapters of fluff until all of it goes to shit.

third person

"okay, elizabeth i know you did not just-,"

maria raises her hand, signaling for peggy to stop talking. the smaller girl scowls at her significant other, resenting what she just did. peggy's glare transfers back to her older sister, who is still just sitting there feigning curiosity.

"well?" eliza repeats.

alexander pushes his chair away from the table then proceeds to walk away, not a word being said.

as soon as he walks away, everyone just begins to scream, rant, and just yell at the middle schuyler sister. alexander grabs a hoodie and shoes, then begins to walk outside, away from his problems.

~...~

"it was a simple question!"

"stop."

"i don't see what the problem is-,"

"i said, stop."

"why does it even matter-,"

"STOP!"

the dining room falls silent at the command of the person yelling. john runs a hand over his face and he subconsciously redoes his ponytail numerous times, a nervous habit he picked up.

"do you realize how ignorant you are sometimes elizabeth? if he wanted to go ahead and tell people he would've! you can't just go ahead and say that shit and expect people not to blow up at you!" john screams.

"isn't that what he did when he outed peggy?" eliza contradicts.

"that's different and you know it," john pauses, collecting his thoughts. he then proceeds with a cold tone. "you say you love him, but have you ever stopped to realize that he doesn't love you?"

eliza's demeanor drops, she looks down at the tiled floor.

john laughs dryly, nodding his head. he storms away from the table, to his room. he slams the door shut, then grabs a random sweatshirt that was laying on the floor and slips it over his head. he grabs his phone and opens the sliding door that lets you go out into the ocean.

he walks and walks until he reaches the shore, the water lapping in. he grabs a stone that the water brought in and chucks it back into the ocean. he wipes his hand on his hoodie, then scowls at literally nothing.

he was mad, no doubt. why he was so heated over this was beyond him. he just didn't know how to react. he didn't know whether or not he wanted to scream, jump up and down like a toddler throwing a fit, or just have no opinion at all.

the freckled man kicked up sand then proceeded to yell, not even words that could be made into a sentence. he grumbled under his breath, then walked back to the room.

he shut the sliding door behind him, and he saw a lump under the covers shaking. at first he debated on laughing but then he realized that would make him an awful person. instead, he sat down next to it, and awkwardly poked it to get its attention. a head poked out from the covers, an upset face showing. alexander's hair was in a very messy bun, and his face was covered in dried tears.