Homework (Lams AU)

And The Notes I Wrote That Took Me So Long

The Schuyler sisters were on vacation. This meant the school was quiet. It made me very, very happy. 

I walk past the spot I normally get beat up at, smiling gently. I then hear footsteps as a familiar freckled boy runs to catch up with me. "Well, someone looks extra happy today." He says, chuckling gently. 

I sigh softly and hold my history book a little tighter. I almost forgot John was also in that little group. "Well, I was doing pretty good until about..Ten seconds ago." I say, pretending to check an imaginary watch. 

He chuckles again and continues walking with me. "Wow, Hamilton, that hurts. Here I thought you enjoyed my company." 

I let out a scoff/chuckle and shake my head. "Far from it."

"Ah yes, that's why you keep having conversations with me."

I stop and look at him. I try to read his face to see his intentions, but find that I can't. Either he has no intentions whatsoever and is just here to annoy me, or he's really good at hiding his expressions. 

"What's the problem, Laurens? Your 'gang' isn't here so you decide to come bug me, instead?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. 

He shrugs. "Well, unlike you, I actually do enjoy your company." He says. 

"Yeah right." I scoff. 

The bell rings and I roll my eyes and walk away from John. He doesn't follow me this time, which I'm thankful for, and I make it to my second hour in peace. 

Well, sort of.

"Hamilton!" An arrogant southern accent exclaims. I groan at the sound and sit down in my chair. He sits down next to me. "I didn't know you were in this class?"

"You're sitting in Margarita's chair." I mumble, not looking up at him.

"Ah, I see. Well, if I'm not mistaken, Ms. Schuyler is on vacation, and won't be joining us at school today."

I could almost hear his smirk, but I stay focused on getting my binders and stuff out.

"Since when do you take Creative Writing?" I ask.

"Since today! I got my electives changed so I could get all my credits I'm missing." He says proudly.

I roll my eyes. "Fan-fucking-tastic..." I say under my breath.

"Hey, I'm just tryin' to be friendly, Lexi. Can I call you that? I'ma call you that."

I look up at him. "No, you can't call me that." I glare at him and he holds his hands up in defense.

"Alright, alright, fine. I'll just call you Alexander then." He sighs. "What's your problem, Alexander?"

I raise an eyebrow and look at him in disbelief. Who does this guy think he is?

"You already asked me that, and I didn't give you an answer then, I'm not giving you an answer now." I shake my head.

"Alright, keep your secrets then." He smirks. "I'll find 'em out eventually."

"Oh, bless your heart." I tell him. I didn't come from the South, but I knew damn well what it meant, and I knew he did too.

He shakes his head and then moves to a different spot in the classroom and I just chuckle to myself.

The bell rings and I then get out my paper and pen and start doing what I do best -- Write.

I write about all sorts of stuff. I write about my mom. God I miss her. She was my number one supporter through everything. Always there for me. 

I write about my brother, wherever he may be. I'm not really sure if he's dead or not, but I'm pretty sure he is. 

I then find myself writing about my father. I'm not sure why, I just was. I don't like writing about him, mostly because he's not worth writing about, but here I am, writing about him anyway. 

I continue writing, honestly zoning out and letting my hands write whatever they could. It could possibly turn out as gibberish, but most of the time it's just a rant about school and life and such. 

Once my hand drops the pencil because it can't write anymore, I look down at my paper to reread whatever it was I wrote. One name in particular stood out to me. 

John Laurens.

I hold the paper up, making sure I read that right. Why on Earth would I be writing about John Laurens? He should be the last person on my mind, considering I can't stand him. 

I sigh and read through that section, only to crumble up the paper and throw it away. It was weird, and definitely one of my gibberish writings. It had to be. 

The bell soon rings and I walk out of the room first, eager to get out of there and go to lunch. I get my usual nasty tray full of food and go over to the table with Hercules and Lafayette, who were both glaring at the door. I look at it and see Thomas Jefferson talking with John Laurens and I scoff. 

"Who is that?" Hercules asked, raising an eyebrow as I sat down. 

"Who? The really tall guy?" I ask. 

They both nod. "Yeah, that guy."

"That's Thomas Jefferson. I guess he was studying in France or something, and then he moved here." I say before shoving my mouth full of food. 

"How do you know so much?" Laf asks, tilting his head. 

I shrug. "He's on the debate team. He's cocky, though, and absolutely irritable." 

Herc chuckles gently. "Sounds like that's the case with most people you meet."

"Ha ha, very funny." I roll my eyes. "He keeps asking me what my problem is and stuff like that. He won't leave me alone, and it's been less than twenty four hours since I met him." 

"Huh, weird." Laf mumbles. "You say he was in France, though?"

"Well, yeah, but he's not from there. He's from Virginia." 

"Oh, ew. I don't want to hear his French, then. Southern accents and French do not mix well." Laf chuckles and I laugh gently with him. 

Lunch passes and I walk through the hallways, only for the ignorant tall southerner to bump into me. "Hey, watch where you're going!" I scoff at him. 

He turns around, smiling at me. "Who, me? Why, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there, you were too small." He snickers. 

I shake my head. "I don't understand how anyone could tolerate you."

"Well, James Madison seems to."

"Yeah, well James Madison is an idiot." I roll my eyes. 

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I called your little boyfriend an idiot. Because that's what he is. Plus, he's in worse shape than our entire government system is." I smirk gently at him, seeing as it angered him. "In debates, he just sits there, useless as two shi-"

I feel an instant pain to the front of my face, specifically my nose, and then another pain to the back of my head. I realize my eyes were screwed shut so I opened them to see I was on the ground now, Jefferson hovering above me. 

Before I could process anything, he was swinging at my face again. I had successfully angered him. Great job, Ham.

I sit there and don't bother fighting him back, figuring he would be done soon, when I heard someone shouting something in the distance. 

"Hey, stop, get off of him!"

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