My Name Is Alexander

Chapter 1

John's PoV

"Did you hear there's a new student coming today?"

"Really? What do you know about them?"

"Nothing yet, just he's a guy! Hope he's cute, whoever he is..." I listen with interest to other students gossiping in the lunchroom. Oh, I'm John Laurens by the way. A junior here at King's High. Just turned sixteen. A new student, huh? We don't get many. Wonder where he's from. Wonder if he's in any of my classes.

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Lunch ends and I go to my next class, math. Ugh, math. I hate it. It makes my head hurt. At least my teacher, Mister Franklin, is nice. I go to my locker and unlock it, shoving my lunch box in and grabbing my books before shoving my way through the crowd to get to my classroom. About half the class is already there, and I take a seat in the back row. The rest of the class slowly files in as I sit, waiting for class to start. Mister Franklin clears his throat. "Alright class, before today's lesson starts, we have a new student joining us." The door bangs violently open and in struts a small man with flaming auburn hair, piercing and intelligent violet eyes, tan skin scattered with freckles, ripped black jeans, a dark red t-shirt, black leather jacket, black combat boots, and black gauges. "Would you introduce yourself?"

"Naw, intros are for pussies. I ain't no pussy. All ya need to know is the name's Hamilton and I can kick your ass easy as breathing." He says in a gravelly voice, swaggering to the back of the class, hands in the pockets of his jacket. He takes the seat next to mine. Mister Franklin looks faintly surprised but proceeds to start the lesson.

"Alright class, going on what we learned yesterday-" Hamilton leans back in his chair and kicks his feet up on the desk with a bored yawn, putting his hands behind his head. "-Who can tell me the answer to the equation on the board behind me?"

"Forty seven." Hamilton calls out without hesitation.

"That is correct. How did you solve it?" Mister Franklin asks, surprised by how fast he answered.

"By following the Order of Operations, duh." Hamilton sasses. "I'm not a moron." Wow, less than two minutes into class, and I'm already impressed by him. Not in a super great way though.

"Care to explain the steps you took to the rest of the class?"

"Bitch, if they can't figure out how to do it, then you need ta throw em all back in with the preschoolers where they belong." He scoffs.

"Detention after school today Mister Hamilton." Mister Franklin says calmly. "If you continue with the attitude, then you can go out of my classroom right now."

"Alright. See ya later fucktards." He swaggers back out, slamming the door behind him. Class resumes.

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The day is finally over. Hamilton was in all my classes. He got detention in all of them. I take my backpack out of my locker and shove my books in it, closing my locker and slinging my backpack over my shoulder. Walking out of the building, I notice a jet-black motorcycle parked outside. Surprise surprise, I see the small form of Hamilton striding over to it. He's gonna get in trouble for skipping detention. I walk to my bus, watching out of the corner of my eye as Hamilton puts a helmet on and revs his 'cycle before taking off. I get on my bus and take my usual seat one row behind the fire exit.

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I open the front door and walk in, take my shoes off and put them neatly by the door, close the door, and walk through my house to the stairs, ascending them to go to my room to start on my homework. My dad isn't home from work yet, but he never is.