My Name Is Alexander

Chapter 3

Alex's PoV

I strut into Dad's room, claiming a spot in the back. He smiles at me and I give him a little salute back. There's people in here, I cannot be seen smiling at a teacher. It'd ruin me. Dad understands though. He doesn't really like that I have two identities, but he doesn't try to stop me. I sigh, glancing around. It might be a good idea to make some friends. We'll probably be staying here for my whole life. I lean back in my chair but refrain from kicking my feet up on the table, I don't wanna upset Dad. OKAY WOAH CUTE GUY ALERT GOD HELP ME I NEED THIS MAN IN MY LIFE. Thank God I don't blush. I don't feel any heat in my cheeks and nobody's looking at me weird. Keep it together Hamilton. He's fucking perfect. Long blonde hair, sky blue eyes, perfect perfect perfect everything. I stare straight ahead, keeping my face unchanged, but sneak glances at him. Keep it cool. Casual flirting. Like always. Casual flirting. But wait to see if he's looking at us. I think fiercely. I take a sip of Redbull coffee from my water bottle. Play it cool, you're cool, don't talk to him. Wait a while. Hopefully we have some classes together. You're cool. It won't be weird when you flirt with him, you flirt with everybody. Just make sure you flirt with other people too. Just flirt. With a REALLY CUTE dude. I swap out my drink for water. The extra energy is NOT helping. He glances at me. "Why do you have two waters?" He asks. OH GOD HE'S TALKING TO ME PLAY IT COOL FLIRT CASUALLY.

"It's actually vodka." I whisper. "The other is whiskey." His eyes widen.

"You're kidding."

"Yeah, I am." I laugh, kicking my feet up on the table, not caring what Dad thinks. "Even I wouldn't bring vodka to school. Or would I?" I add mysteriously. "Who knows?" He smiles a little. GOOD! YES! My brain screams. Play it cool. Keep it cool. I glance at the clock, we have to leave for our first bell in three. Two. One. "See ya later." I say, winking at him. I swagger out of the classroom, ignoring him. Good job good job good job you stayed cool good job Hamilton. I follow the crowd of students downstairs to the gym and into the locker rooms. I hate locker rooms. They're loud, smelly, and they make me get out of my chosen clothes. But I have to, so I change as fast as I can while still playing it cool. Fold my clothes and put them in my assigned locker and lean against it in a practiced pose. I keep my jacket on me, hiding my tattoos. They're my business. I'll show them off when I want too. Not now. I hate gym. It's fucking stupid. Unfortunately, I am required to participate in it. At least I can use it to show off. Flirt. Establish myself a little more.

John's PoV

Was Hamilton flirting with me? I wonder as I change. Surely not. Who would? I won't deny he's attractive, but not really my type. Not really into 'bad boys'. Yeah I lied to my dad. I'm one thousand percent gay. He would kill me if I told him though. So I have to pretend to be straight, and deny the accusations from him that I'm a faggot. Because that's the way my life works. I can't be who I want to be because of my father. I want to be an artist. He wants me to be a lawyer. I wanted to take an art class this year. He's making me take Law. I hate it, I hate him. But that's my life and I can't do anything to change it.

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It's History class now. I fell asleep in Law, like always. Hamilton was taking it too. And he's sitting next to me in History like he was this morning. For once his feet are on the floor and not on the table, and he seems to be at least semi-interested. I dutifully take notes. We're currently studying World War Two. I just want it to be lunch alreadyyyyyyy. I didn't eat this morning and I'm starving, but I have another bell to get through.

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FINALLY it's lunch time. I claim my spot at my usual table with my best friends, Hercules, Peggy, Maria, Eliza, and Angelica. "Hey guys! How's it going?" I ask happily as I sit down. We only have a few classes together, so we don't get to see each other a lot at school.

"It's going good! Did you hear that Thomas is having another event? He says that today a few more people will get to challenge him in Overwatch. Wonder who the lucky few will be." Peggy says. I shrug.

"None of us, that's for sure." Angelica says lightheartedly. We laugh. We never get chosen, we're not 'cool' enough or whatever. Thomas Jefferson is one of the most popular kids in school. And he's one of the most famous YouTubers on the internet as of right now. Only fourth to Nonstop seventeen-seventy-six. He made a deal with us once we found out who he is. He'll let some of us play against him a few times a month and we leave him alone about his channel. It's worked out really well for the past year and a half. So far, nobody has beaten him.

"Ladies and gentleman! Hoes and simps!" Thomas yells, standing on a table, his red hair tied back in a ponytail. "The moment you've been waiting for has finally arrived! Today, three lucky people get to challenge moi to Overwatch! As always, if you beat me, the prize of five hundred dollars goes to you! Who wants to go first?" Everyone starts screaming and waving their hands. He points randomly into the crowd. "You there in the back with the green and black shirt! Think you can beat me?"

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Twenty minutes later, the last person is about to be chosen. Thomas scans the crowd, choosing carefully. "You there. In the corner with his hand down. Leather jacket. Come on up here." I look over my shoulder. Hamilton scoffs loudly, but swaggers up to Thomas.

"Ya challenging me?" He growls. Thomas raises an eyebrow.

"It's the other way around actually. You're challenging me." He corrects.

"Uh huuuuuh. Are we going to stand around all day, or am I going to thrash you?" Hamilton questions. Thomas smirks.

"Alright then. But don't throw a fit when you lose."

"I won't lose. Don't smash your computer when I'm through with you." He grabs the other computer and signs into Overwatch. "Why do I even get the 'honor' of playing against you anyway? What makes you so special?"

"Oh, a new kid. Well kid, I'm only one of the most popular YouTubers as of present. It's a great honor to be playing against me."

"Sure it is. Macaroni. You don't stand a chance against me." Hamilton says, correctly guessing who Thomas is.

"He's gotta be bluffing. Nobody can beat Thomas." Eliza whispers, eyes glued to the pair of them.

"We'll see about that kid. Round starts in three, two, one, now!" I crane my neck to watch as Hamilton's fingers dance over the keyboard almost bordly. I get the feeling that he knows the map he's playing on well. I can't see what's going on on either of their screens unfortunately. But people are muttering excitedly and about five minutes later Hamilton smirks and Thomas is wearing a look of confusion. Then horror as Hamilton laughs loudly.

"What'd I tell ya Macaroni? Told ya I could beat ya." He says smugly. "Pay up dipshit." Thomas snarls, but slaps the money into Hamilton's waiting hand.

"How did you do that?" He demands. "How did you beat me?"

"Let's just say I play a lot of video games. Buh bye bitch." He stands up and saunters away, out of the cafeteria. Everyone stares after him in pure awe before erupting into chatter. I see Thomas throwing a fit, screaming and slamming his computer shut, his normally calm exterior completely deteriorating.

"I can't believe that just happened. Someone beat Thomas. Thomas! The fourth most popular YouTuber in the world!" Eliza cries. "That's amazing!"

"Nobody has been able to beat him. He did it in five minutes. Five. Minutes. That has to be some sort of record or something." Hercules says. We're all in shock. Everyone. Who's ever heard of a nobody kid beating one of the most famous, and best, YouTubers of our generation?