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

Bad Boy

A/N - ok...but here me out...John with a lip ring ;)

Alexander's POV

   A girl got slammed against the locker next to mine and I jumped. John Laurens, the school bad boy, was making out with a girl, Martha Manning and his hand was up his shirt. I blinked a few times and tried to look away but John looked over and smirked. "Twenty to watch, Hamilton." His southern accent drawled, I tore my eyes away and slammed my locker closed. I ran as fast as I could and bumped into my best friend, Lafayette. 
   "Alex? Hey, woah, what's wrong?"
   "L-Laurens...he-...'twenty to watch'...burn my eyes." I wheezed, trying to catch my breath. Gil sighed and pinched his nose. 
   "I swear he's gonna get suspended again." Gil mumbled, I bit my lip and sighed. 
   "Whatcha talkin' 'bout?" Laurens drawled, leaning over me. I squeaked and scrambled behind Gil. "Where's my twenty, Hamilton?" 
   "Fuck off, John."
   "Geez, Laf. I'm just poking fun."
   "He doesn't think it's funny." Gil snapped, I huffed and pushed my glasses up my nose. 
   "Whatever. I gotta get to class." He huffed, trudging off. I sighed and pulled the sleeves of my hoodie over my hands. 
   "Why is he so mean?"
   "Not something I can answer." Gil sighed, I huffed and pushed a loose curl out of my face.  

John's POV

   How do you get the boy you're crushing on to notice you? Certainly not by slamming you current girlfriend against the lockers next to him. Every time I try to actually talk to Alex I goof and forget how to function. Besides, it's not like he likes me anyway. He's a nerd, I'm the bad boy. This isn't some shitty fanfic some sixteen year old girl is writing in the middle of the night. I don't get to sweet, cute, funny, smart, adorable boy who wears nothing but over sized sweater and hoodies. He's amazing though. I just wish he'd look at me with something other than disgust and a slight hint of fear. I sighed and took a drag of my cigarette. I limit myself to two and mom makes me wait a month before getting a new pack. She says it might help but it won't. Ever since mom and dad divorced I haven't been 'her little boy'. Whatever. I'm different now. That's all there is too it. The door to the courtyard opened and I tried to hide my cigarette. Alex looked over and paused a moment. I glared at him and took a drag, hoping he'd leave. He put his back down on the table and huffed, pulling out his laptop. I frowned and stood up straight. "You're not eating with Laf?" He looked up and right back down. 
   "He's with Hercules today..." He mumbled, I moved forward and leaned against the table. 
   "Look. I-...I'm sorry...for earlier." I grumbled, Alex looked up at me and I took a drag to avoid eye contact. I felt my free hand shaking and I hid it in the pocket of my leather jacket. I used my tongue to play with my black lip ring and puffed smoke away from Alex. 
   "The cameras can see you."
   "Washington doesn't care." I hummed, playing with my class ring. Alex shivered a bit and started typing. "See ya 'round." I put out my cigarette and sighed, throwing it away. Littering doesn't make you cool people. I felt his eyes watch me leave but I didn't look back. I couldn't. I was too afraid of the look in his pretty violet eyes. I sat down next to Laf and sighed. 
   "Where's Alex?" Laf asked.
   "Courtyard." I mumbled, playing with my class ring. 
   "Why isn't he sitting with us?" Herc asked.
   "You're here and now John's here. It's like a cocktail of anxiety." Laf chuckled, I smirked a bit and sighed heavily. "What's wrong?" 
   "I don't know. I just have a bad feeling." And I was right.

Alexander's POV

   I jumped as I heard frantic banging on my front door and grabbed my baseball bat. I looked through the peep hole and found Laurens looking behind his shoulder. His usually jelled back hair was a mess, shrouding the shaven sides as if his hair really was that long, and he wore a hoodie instead of his leather jacket. I opened the door and he grabbed my shoulders. "Hamilton! You gotta let me in! Please!"
   "Wh-What? Why?" 
   "JOHN!" Another voice boomed angrily, causing me to flinch. 
   "Please! I'll do anything! Money, sex, drugs, booze! You name it. I'll get it. Please!" He begged.
   "O-ok." I let him in and he slammed the door, locking it. Suddenly there was more banging and I gripped my bat. John instinctively grabbed me and pulled me close to him, pushing my face into his neck. I let it happen. I was terrified.
   "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" A man boomed.
   "Go away or I'll call the cops!" I called back, tears starting to form in my eyes. 
   "Give me my son or I'll charge you with kidnapping!" The man yelled back, I looked up at John and he looked down at me. 
   "No one else is here! Go away or I'll charge you with attempted robbery!" I yelled back, John sighed with relief and the man grunted. John craned to look through the peep hole and I bit my lip. "Is he gone?" I asked quietly, John put a hand over my mouth and I squeezed me eyes shut. After a minute or so John moved his hand and sighed.
   "He's gone. Are you ok? Are you hurt?"
   "N-No...What the fuck was that?" I stammered, pushing away from him.
   "Um-...You have to promise you won't tell anyone." John growled, I sniffed and nodded. "So-" He told me that his dad used to abuse him and at the end of eight grade his mom divorced him. He said that his dad showed up, got drunk, and beat the shit out of John. 
   "I-Is that blood? Is that your blood?" I gasped, seeing a dark liquid on his hoodie. 
   "Y-Yeah." John sighed, I grabbed his wrist and dragged him up to the bathroom. "Hamilton, where-" I sat him on the toilet and he looked around as I pulled out alcohol, bandages, and an old towel. "What are you doing?"
   "Take your hoodie off." I mumbled, blushing a bit. John bit his lip and slowly pulled it off, exposing dark bruises and preexisting scars. I blushed a bit and he looked away. He slowly turned around and I gasped. Long cuts lined his back over nasty scars and blood dripped from the fresh cuts. I grabbed the towel and pressed it again a particularly deep gash and John hissed. "Sorry." I whispered, John played with his ring as I stopped the bleeding and cleaned the cuts with alcohol. John would hiss or grunt and I'd pause for a moment. "So...why, out of all places, did you come here?" I asked quietly, John sighed and shrugged a bit.
   "I don't know. Mom told me to run and I did and I ended up here."
   "How'd you know I'd let you in?"
   "I didn't." When I finished cleaning the cuts I got out a roll of bandages and sat in front of John.
   "Put your hands on your head." I muttered, I wrapped the bandages around his torso and John watched me. I would move forward and loop my arms around him like a hug and John just stared down at me. I tucked the bandages in themselves and started cleaning up.
   "Thank you." John whispered, I looked up at him and smiled a bit.
   "No problem." I cleaned up the mess and John grabbed his hoodie. "Here. I'll wash it for you."
   "No, that's ok. I should get home anyway." He smiled.
   "What? You can't go home. He'll hit you again." 
   "Yeah...Where else am I suppose to-" 
   "Stay here." A light red tint spread across John's face and he stammered a bit.
   "Hamilton, I can't stay here. I-" I took his hoodie from him and grabbed his wrist. I sat him on the couch and went to put his hoodie in the wash. While I washed the blood out John came in and hugged me. I blushed and froze. "I know I've always been a dick to you and I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it all back." He sniffed. "I know you hate me and I'm forever in your debt." I leaned into him and sighed.
   "I don't hate you. I never had. I just-...I don't know." I mumbled, John hut his forehead on my shoulder and I continued washing the hoodie. Suddenly John jumped back and I frowned at him. He stared down at his feet and I giggled. "Relax. It's just Kiki." I smiled, I washed my hands off and picked her up. "Wanna hold her?" I asked, heading to the couch. 
   "N-no...Cats hate me."
   "Kiki's a therapy cat. She loves everyone." I sat down and John carefully sat a distance away. I leaned over and dumped Kiki in his lap. John shifted and pet her gently as I turned on the tv. He relaxed and leaned back into the couch. I glanced at John a couple times and blushed. I forgot how attractive he is when his isn't scaring the shit out of me. I sighed and yawned. "It's getting late. I'll bring down a pillow and blanket." John nodded and I brought the blanket and pillow. John carefully laid down and Kiki curled up next to him. "Goodnight, Laurens." 
   "Goodnight, Hamilton." 

John's POV