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“They won’t expel him, they’ll just suspend him for a week or something.” James said as the four of them played croquet at Alex’s house.
”He used a real gun. At a school. They should throw his ass in jail.” Thomas said.
”He used blanks,” Alex told them. “Worst he did was ruin a couple pairs of pants- and not even that! Can’t you bleach out urine stains?”
“You seem pretty amused, I thought you have up on high school guys?” Thomas asked.
Alex shrugged. “Never say never.”
Thomas hit his croquet ball into Aaron’s, causing him to sigh.
”What’re you gonna do, take the two shots or send me out?” He asked. Thomas laughed at him, lining up his mallet with the ball.
”First you ask if you can be maroon, knowing i always am, and now this? It’s like you’ve had a brain tumor for breakfast or something!”
He knocked Aaron’s ball into the bushes around the yard. Aaron visibly deflated as he turned to Thomas.
”Really?”
”It’s your turn, Aaron!” Thomas called. “Easy shot, hun!”
”No way, no day.” James said to Alex.
“Give it up, Burr!” Alex called out.
Aaron stepped into the bushes, hitting the ball. They all watched intently as the ball proceeded to hit a statue, then a tree, and roll through one of the hoops.
They all stood there stunned for a moment, eyes wide with shock.
“Holy shit-“
”Oh my god!”
Aaron laughed in disbelief. The odds of that were basically impossible.
”So, Tommy, i heard you were taking Alex to a party soon?” James said once the commotion had died down.
”Yeah, i’m giving him his shot, his first Remington party!” He turned to Alex. “You mess this up and it’s “keggers with kids” all next year.”
Thomas hit Aaron’s ball again.
“Why?”
Thomas smirked. “Why not?”
Aaron began to make his way over to the ball once more, but Alex’s parents came through the back door.
”James, your mother’s here.”
“C’mon whoever wants a ride,” He said, motioning with his hand.
The three ran up the steps, leaving their balls and mallets at the bottom of them.
They all said their goodbyes as they passed the Washingtons
”Alex, dear,” Martha said. “Why not sit down with us?” She gestured to the seat next to her at the patio table.
“So,” She said, handing Alex some food off of the tray on the table. “How was the second day back from break? Lafayette told us you made some friends?”
George laughed.
”We almost couldn’t believe it when he told us, but then we saw you coming inside with them and we were shocked.”
Alex scoffed jokingly. “School was fine, thank you.”
”So, i heat prom this year is going to be big. Any contestants worth mentioning?”
”Maybe; there’s kind of a dark horse in the running.” Alex said.
Suddenly, George grumbled at the book he had in his hands, a book Alex hadn’t taken notice to.
”Will someone tell me why i read these goddamned spy novels?” He said.
”Because you’re an idiot.” Alex replied.
”Oh yeah, that’s it!”
Martha laughed. “Oh, you two.”
Alex checked his phone, and stood up upon seeing the time.
”Great pate, but i gotta motor if i want to meet up with the Schuylers.”
He pointed finger guns at them, walking backwards until he ran into the wall.
Once inside, he rushed upstairs to grab his bag to meet Peggy and Eliza. He didn’t make it there, however, as Lafayette had pulled him in a different direction.
Into Laf’s room.
”Dude, i’m meeting up with the Schuyler sisters soon, let me go.”
Lafayette closed the door and sat down in front of it. He knew Alex was too weak to move him.
”Tell me what is going on and i will move.” He said.
Alex huffed, pulling out his phone. He sent a quick text to Eliza saying he might be late because Laf was being an asshole.
“What do you mean?” He said, sitting in one of the chairs of the room. Laf glared at him.
”Really?” He asked, throwing his hands up in frustration. “What has been going on with you? First, you are acting strange, and now you are a Heather!”
“I’m not a Heather, I’m Alex. Hamilton; Nice to meet you.” Alex told him.
Lafayette scoffed. “Oh, sure.”
“It’s not like that, Laf.”
”But it is! Merde, we are at school for two days. Two days! And you are already completely changed!”
”Laf-“
”You are being even more secretive- hiding everything from us. I can not believe you would not tell me about this.” The silence was deafening. “Look at you, you even have one of their hair ties-“
”Scrunchies-“
”Oui.”
He stood up, opening the door with force. Alex stood as he gestured for him to go. Just as Alex stepped out, Lafayette grabbed him and held him close.
”Please be safe. You do not know what they could do to you.” He whispered into Alex’s hair.
”They can’t do any worse than what i’ve done to myself.” Alex laughed, shooting finger guns. Lafayette rolled his eyes, waving Alex off and going back into his room.
Alex just barely made it to the Schuylers on time. When they saw him, they could barely contain their laughter.
To paint the picture, Alex had burst into this little coffee shop, completely out of breath; his hair was falling from the scrunchie, and his cheeks were bright red.
He clutched his bag tightly in his left hand as he made his way to sit down at the table with them.
”I’m- hi- i made it- fuck-“ He sputtered, laying his head on the table.
Peggy gave him a pat on his head. “You good?” She asked.
He gave a thumbs up, his head still down. “Never better.”
”Anyway, you’ve gotten quite popular within a few days, huh?” Eliza asked, for if Alex to lift up his head and look her in the eyes.
”I already told you, ‘Liza, i’m not an actual Heather.”
“You never know,” Peggy said. “They could get you to do some fucked up things.”
”Weren’t you friends with Aaron? And you’d still say stuff about him?”
Peggy shrugged. “Why do you have to look on the bright side of everyone? Face it- He’s an insensitive bitch.”
”I don’t look on the bright side, i try to see the good in everyone.”
”That’ll be the death of you, Alex.”
”Just like you and having a big heart?”
Eliza rolled her eyes, ready to argue back, but her phone began buzzing.
”Sorry, Alex, dad wants us back.”
”Wait, why?” Peggy asked, trying to peer at Eliza’s phone. Eliza jerked it away.
”He didn’t tell me. Bye, Alex.”
”Bye, ‘Liza, Peggy.”
The girls waved him goodbye as they left down the street, leaving him to drink his, now cold, coffee. He took a sip, and spat it out in disgust.
(Cold coffee is nasty. How could anyone stand iced coffee?)
He instead opted to go down to the 7/11 nearby. He didn’t go there very often; the last time he went being in July when he went with Laf to buy Corn Nuts.
He browsed the snack foods in the shelves, looking for something- anything- that would spark joy in his soul.
He was barely even there for a few minutes when a very familiar person walked through the door.
Alex pulled a bag of chips from a display, pretending not to notice the kid walking over to him.
”You gonna pull a super-chug with that?” The kid asked. Alex smiled.
“No, but if you tell me your name, i’ll let you buy me a slushie. I see you know your convenience-speak pretty well.”
John laughed, putting an arm around Alex’s shoulder. Alex blushed at the sudden contact.
”Well, i’ve been moved around a lot; Any town you can think of? I’ve probably been there.” He took his arm off of Alex to shake his hand. “John Laurens. Go by just John, though.”
Alex tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. “Well, ‘Just John’,” He joked. “That little stunt you pulled in the Caf today was pretty severe.”
”Extreme always seems to make an impression.” He smiled. “Now, did you say cherry or coke slushie?”
”I didn’t... Cherry.”
“Are you kids gonna keep flirting over there or are ya gonna buy somethin’?” The older woman working behind the counter said.
Alex’s face went bright red as he and John both laughed silently.
”Sorry, ma’am, i was just tellin’ him what a great place this 7/11 is.” John said, grabbing the chips Alex was holding.
”Hey-!”
”Let me buy them for you.” John offered, also carrying the slushie.
”Wow, chivalry isn’t dead.” Alex joked.
“Not nearly as dead as the dinosaurs.”
“What?”
”Enjoy the food, sweetheart.” John said, handing over the food and then turning to leave. Alex stood in awe, his face still red and stomach with butterflies from the experience.
”He’s a keeper.” The lady said.
”Yeah,” Alex replied before walking out of the store, still in shock.
(It wasn’t until he got home that he realized John’s number was in his pocket.)