Homework (Lams AU)

Careful As I Write His Name

"How the fuck did I even end up in this situation? Pining over the most popular "f-boy" at our school, even though I swore I wouldn't deal with high school relationships?

Well, it's a really interesting story actually. It technically started last year. I was a junior, as was he, and we shared all of our classes together.

His friends all hated me, but he knew I was smart still. He needed someone smart.

"Hey, bastard orphan," the beloved nickname those lovely people gave me. "You got a minute?" I hear the southerner ask as he runs to catch up with me.

"Well, I've got a lot of minutes, but I'd rather not waste any on you." I roll my eyes and continue walking.

He scoffs and stays next to me. "Listen, I don't want to be talking with you either, but I need help. And I know you do too. We can help each other."

"Pft, yeah right-"

"Alexander, please." He says, a different tone in his voice. I turn and face him. He looks around, worried someone may see us talking, before turning back to me.

"What?" I finally say, annoyed of this already.

"Okay, you probably already know this, but I'm dumb as shit." He admits.

"About time you realized it." I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Not the time." He says gently. "Anyway, I really need you to help me pass these classes. If I don't, my whole life is going to fall apart.."

"I'm not going to tudor you, I don't do talking to people." I tell him, crossing my arms. "Not for longer than I have to anyway."

He chuckles. "Trust me, I know that. I just need you to do all my homework for me." He says.

"No." I say plainly.

"Wait, I'll pay you." He says quickly. "I'll pay you a lot of money. I know you're struggling to save for college-"

"How the hell would you even know that?" I ask, now angry. Sure it was true, but it was none of his business anyway.

"I know more than you think." He winks. "Now come on, I'll help you pay for college if you do my homework. We have most our classes together anyway, so it won't be too hard for you. Just...Please?" He asks, holding out his hand.

I look at his hand. "Fine. But I'm not shaking your hand. And don't talk to me at school, it's weird. Just slip your number in my locker or something." I say before turning and walking away.

It was weird for him to be talking to me, for he only ever did if him and his friends were making fun of me. His little group had no idea I was doing his homework, and neither did anyone else. Neither of us wanted to be associated with each other.

The only people who knew were my two closest (and only) friends, Lafayette and Mulligan.

I sat down at the lunch table and pulled out both mine and John's binder, grabbing the math homework we received in first hour today. I start to fill both of them out and the two in front of me curiously look over.

"Why do you have John Laurens' math homework?" The French man asks me.

"I'm helping him pass his classes." I tell him.

The shorter Irish man raises an eyebrow at me. "And why would you help him? The guy and his friends make fun of you nonstop."

I shrug. "Cuz I don't care what any of them say to me." I say simply.

"Right, but that doesn't explain why you're doing his homework, mon ami." He gasps. "Is this some sort of sexual relationship deal? You do his homework and you get to have sex with him?"

I gag at the thought of that and look up at Laf. "God no, I'd never stoop so low to have sex with John Laurens." I sigh. "He's offering to help me pay for college, you know, since he's crazy rich?"

They nod slowly. "Well..That's nice to know. I wish I was getting laid to do someone's homework." Hercules frowns.

"Paid, mon ami." Lafayette corrects him and Hercules shakes his head.

"Nah, I'm still convinced Alex is getting other types of payment." He wiggles his eyebrows and I roll my eyes.

"Dream on, Herc."

This continued for the entire year, and onto the next. Now we're both seniors in high school, and he's still paying me to do his homework.

I'm not going to lie, this turned out way better for me than anything. I now have enough money I was able to quit two of my three jobs, and I now have more time than I know what to do with.

I still work at a pizza place down the street because I do not want to be in debt, but it's nice not having to work at the cafe and printing press as well.

Of course John and I never spoke except for when I gave him his homework every day. Even then, however, we barely spoke to each other. He was always trying to be cocky or say something "charming," but it's honestly just annoying.

Or, it was at least.

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