Lmao this chapter s u c k s

Alexander took a deep breath and walked into his first class, World Geography. The classroom, he noticed, was empty besides the teacher.

"E-excuse me, miss?" He blurted. The lady sitting in the teachers desk looked up at him and smiled.

"Hello there! My name is Ms. Garcia, but you can call me Ms. G. Please, take a seat anywhere you like!"

"Hey. I-I'm Alexander Hamilton but you can call me Alex. If you want, I guess?" Alexander responded, setting his backpack under a desk in the back corner.

"Well, nice to meet you, Alex! I can't wait to get to know you better!" By now, Alexander had decided that Ms G was a good teacher. He liked her.

~•Timeskip to lunch•~

Alexander looked around at the crowded lunchroom and swallowed thickly, his anxiety suddenly kicking in.

He felt vulnerable, scared, afraid. There he was, the short new kid awkwardly standing alone with a half-empty lunch tray.

At least he had survived getting his food, but finding where to sit was a whole new story. That is, until Thomas Jefferson walked into the room.

The high-schooler had dark skin that practically glowed in the luminescent cafeteria lights. His jet-black hair was curled past the laws if physics, sitting on his head in a large, fluffy afro. Alexander could almost Imagine running his hands through that georgous hair. He wore dark blue, slightly baggy jeans and a magenta t-shirt. To top it all off, he wore black converse shoes and a fancy gold watch that probably cost more money than Alexander himself. He entered the cafeteria, his hair bouncing with every step, and confidently strode to the front of the snaking lunch line.

Strangly enough, Alexander heard no complaints. Of course, what be didn't know, was that they were too scared to speak up- Thomas Jefferson was the meanest kid at Lin-Manuel High.

Alexander let out a small yelp as a hand grabbed his wrist and dragged him to a secluded table.

"Sit!" Alexander quickly obeyed. Once he was settled, he was finally able to get a good look at his abductor.

Talk, frizzy brown hair, freckles, green eyes. "John?" Alexander asked.

"Yeah. Hey Lexi," Alexander's face flushed. "I saw Jeffersh*t looking at you and decided to save you."

Alexander looked up, his brows furrowing. "Why?"

John sighed and sat across from Alexander, grabbing his forearm and giving him the look much like a parent explaining to their child why they can't say a certain bad word.

"You see, Thomas Jefferson is a bully. A mean bully. He has a reputation of being the meanest kid in Lin-Manuel High- rumors has it that none of his victims have made it out alive," Alexander gulped, his eyes wide, "of course, that's not true- I mean, half the school's still alive, am I right?"

Alexander suddenly broke into a fit if giggles, vividly imagining Jefferson as an oversized pink grape wearing his fancy gold watch like a gauntlet. He didn't hesitate to confide in John and the two spent the next five minutes giggling over the Mad Pink Titan, Thomas Jefferson.

A pair of hands slamming the table in front of Alexander broke the two out of their laughing fit. Alexander looked up to see Jefferson himself, staring daggers at the two of them.

"What are you laughing at, huh?" Jefferson spoke, a thick southern drawl dripping from his words.

"Nothing, Jeffersh*t." John admitted with a smirk.

Jefferson's face flushed. "If you weren't friends with my cousin, Je te tuerais tout de suite, b**ch." Jefferson snarled. (I would kill you)

Alexander, who was fluent in French  understood him perfectly, sank lower I'm his seat.

John, who was learning french but still had no idea what he was saying, only stared at Jefferson with a lopsided half smile. "I'm, sorry, what? I don't speak the baguette."

Jefferson rolled his eyes and grabbed the front of John's shirt. "If you weren't friends with my cousin, I would kill you, b**ch." Jefferson translated, a deadly look in his eyes.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry!" John gasped. Jefferson smirked and dropped the freckled boy back into his seat, leaving him to rub his sore neck.

Thomas turned to Alexander, taking the smaller boys' tray. Snarling, Jefferson tipped the half-empty tray onto Alexander's lap.

Alexander yelped as the hot spaghetti sauce came into contact with his skin and clothing.

"You're the new kid, huh? Alexander Hamilton, I believe." Alexander stiffly nodded, his eyes wide with terror.

Jefferson leaned over the table, pressing his lips to Alexander's ear. "Mess with me and I make your life a living h*ll. Understand?" He whispered, his hot breath making Alexander cringe.

"G-got it.." Alexander whispered, too afraid to move in fear of provoking the unusually attractive bully.

Jefferson leaned back, nodding his approval. Smirking once again, Jefferson stood up and walked away, but not before slamming Alexander's face into the puddle of spaghetti sauce still intact on his now near-empty tray.

Alexander lifted his headz fumbling around for a napkin. John readily gave him a napkin, helping him to wipe off the bigger sauce chunks.

Looking down at his lap, Alexander sight. Red marinera sauce covered the entire front of his legs, and he had no doubt his face and chest looked the exact same.

'Amazing first day, eh Alex?'