Author's Note: Hi! Thanks for taking the time to read this...This is actually the first fanfiction I'm writing, so... This story is a mixture of different things that happened in the musical, but they'll be modified and put into a different order and some made-up-on-the-fly stuff. DISCLAIMER (INCOMING SHIPS): Lams, JeffMads (And there may be some others later eyebrow wiggle Okay, sorry! I'll start the story now!

Alexander Hamilton found himself sitting in another front office seat across from either a condescending Superintendent or an unnerving Principal and the head of the school's Student Council sitting to his right, ready to show him to his classes. Being tossed around foster homes like a hot potato wasn't exactly Alexander's definition of a "perfect living situation" but it was bearable to say the least. His current care-taker was a named Mrs. Guerrero. She was young, but recently divorced, so she treated Alexander with utmost respect and cared for him a lot more than other foster homes he'd had previously. The office he was currently in frightened him, but not because of the atmosphere or because of the Principal, but because of the student sitting next to him. Alexander had heard too many things about this guy. Aaron Burr. Head of the Student Council, serious and smart, doesn't like to talk much. Acts like your friend for awhile then sort of just... disappears. He intimidated Hamilton to say the least.

"Alexander Hamilton is your name, yes?" The Principal of the school filed through a cabinet of papers in the far left corner of his office.

"Th-That's me, Mr. Washington, sir." Alexander stuttered nervously, seeing Aaron Burr glance up at him with a look a disapproval in his peripheral vision before looking back down at his phone. Aaron Burr was slouched down in his comfortable chair and didn't seem to be listening to anything Mr. Washington was telling him. On his phone, it read he was texting someone named, "Theo" with a heart after it. Alexander didn't want to snoop too much, so he looked away.

"Your schedule, son." Mr. Washington slid two papers stapled together across the desk to an empty space in front of Hamilton.

"Thank you, sir." Alexander nodded his head in thanks.

"Mr. Burr." Washington announced Aaron's name sternly as he tapped loudly on the space of desk in front of him. Aaron perked up immediately, sitting straight and blinking repeatedly before processing what was actually occurring, "Lead this sophomore to his first class of the day, please."

"Yessir..." Aaron mumbled absentmindedly, sticking his foot in front of the door, holding it open for Alex while he was still tap-tap-tapping away at the small keyboard on his phone screen. Alex grinned and said,

"Thanks!" But Burr just murmured a quiet,

"Yeah." Before stepping away from the open door, letting it shut behind him and started walking. He was striding through the halls without even looking up from his phone, as if he knew the campus like the back of his hand. It was hard for Hamilton to keep up with him, as he walked with such a purpose and with such poise it would be difficult to tell if he was a student or a teacher. Aaron was wearing an outfit that perfectly resembled a school uniform, though this school didn't have such a thing. He was wearing a black blazer and long pants with a red tie, which he constantly fiddled with as he waltzed through the tiled hallways.

Alexander Hamilton had been put into a Private School, which - not to brag or anything - most of the students' parents are either rich or financially stable. Mrs. Guerrero was - Alex didn't want to toot his own horn at how good of a foster home he'd gotten but - absolutely fucking loaded with money. And, on top of that, she wasn't just a power-hungry little prick. Speaking of power-hungry little pricks, almost everyone who lived in this small town hated their mayor. Mayor George III. He used to be the Superintendent of the school district, but he stepped his power up when the previous mayor died of a heart attack two weeks ago. George III couldn't seem more ecstatic that he died. It wasn't before long when Aaron Burr stopped in his tracks in front of a door with several people leaning on the wall next to it.

"Room F103. AP English Level D. How the hell did you get into that class? This class is above senior level writing, even I didn't get in." A mixture of disbelief and jealousy slowly spread across Aaron's face.

"Writing has always been my strong suit, I guess." Alexander shrugged.

"Good to know. I'll keep it in mind. I'll be waiting here after this period is over to lead you to your second hour." Aaron tipped his head to Alexander and strode away, the hallway now empty, allowing Aaron's clack of footsteps echo satisfyingly through the air. Alexander was standing there alone long after Aaron's steps had faded away. Alexander couldn't help but feel Aaron's false gestures of friendship.

"Uh, hello? Are you alright?" Alex heard an unfamiliar voice come from behind him.

"It depends, who am I speaking to?" Alexander asked, in a daze.

"Um... I don't know? Laurens, I guess. John Laurens. Listen, you're the new kid, right?" A hand clasped Hamilton's shoulder, spinning him around to face the stranger, "Are you- ah... um..." He automatically stopped speaking when he actually caught sight of Hamilton's face. Dammit, stop staring, Laurens.

"Are you alright?" Alex retorted, waving a hand in front of John's face.

"Yeah..." John swung a hall pass vest over his shoulder. A couple of people were quite a ways down the hallways calling his name.

"Laurens! Laurens! Laurens!"

"Wh-What you pricks?" John turned around hesitantly, his face red.

"Mrs. Glassy wants you to return to class with the hall pass right now! You've been out way too long!" They were getting taller as the got closer.

"Uh... Why would I want to go back to that class? She's so annoying." John scoffed as the two approached him and Alex.

"Hey... What's goin' on here? Who's this guy?"

"Mulligan this is... uh..." Laurens stuttered. Damn! Laurens, you're such an idiot! I never even asked his name!

"Alexander Hamilton." He whispered into his right ear, sending shivers up John's spine. John looked at Hamilton and smiled and Alex thought John looked - well - goddamn gorgeous. They started speaking and interuppted his thoughts just on time.

"Alexander Hamilton." John finally said.

"Well, I'm Hercules Mulligan."

"I'm Lafayette!"

"Uh... I'm John Laurens but you already knew that..."

"You can call us the Revolutionary Set!"

(Oh my gosh, I just realized the last lines rhyme. I love myself xD)

Author's Note: Hamilton and Laurens are getting so damn gay already xD

Next chapter: The Schuyler Sisters are introduced and things get gayer and gayer! Tune in next time!