Chapter 3

I jerked awake, looking around frantically. I looked down, and saw I'd fallen asleep while doing homework. I groaned and stood, stretching my sleepy muscles. I rubbed my face, and looked at the clock across the room; 7:45 pm. I sighed, and sat down, finishing my homework. After an hour I finally finished my homework. I grabbed an apple, and after finishing it went to bed.

I glanced around at my surroundings, it was dark and musty. I looked up at my mother, she was sick I knew it, we both were, but she still managed a smile for me. A smile. I wish I could have smiled back at her, but I was too weak. It wasn't fair, I was more sick than she was, but yet I was the one who had lived. Suddenly she lurched forward, coughing up blood. "Mother!" I shouted, but it was too late. I was too late. She died because I couldn't help her….

I screamed and sat up in bed. I ran a hand down my face, and looked at the clock. 1 hour until school began. I sighed, and got out of bed, changed quickly, and grabbed another apple for breakfast.

I pulled into the front parking lot, and entered the school. I went to the same table as yesterday, and was glad to see my friends. If that's what we were now. John, Laf, and Herc. They greeted me, and I smiled back, eating my apple.

We talked until the bell rung, and then it was time for my B-day first hour; Pre-Calculus. I walked in, and found Laf. I smiled, and took a seat next to him. First hour passed in a blur, as did second hour. But to my great disappointment, Jefferson and Madison were in my third hour class. Jefferson chuckled, and strutted over.

"Well well, hello again Alexander," He said grinning wickedly. "You know, I looked you up on the internet, but it's almost like you've never done anything worth note."

I glanced up at him, raising a brow in challenge, "Well, I am only 16, it's not like I'm president or anything." I replied.

Jefferson's grin faltered, "Oh, don't worry. I'll find something. Good...or bad. Just know I always get information, one way or another." He growled, then nodded to Madison. They both walked away, and I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

Third hour was filled with glares being tossed back and forth between me and Jefferson. Fourth hour came, and I discovered I had Eliza and Angelica Schuyler in my class. It was A.P. English, and clearly they were advanced enough for it.

I saw them whispering, and then Angelica stood, making her way over to me. "Who are you?" She asked, although she made it somehow sound like a statement.

I didn't want to be on their bad side if they were really as powerful as John said. "Alexander Hamilton." I replied.

Angelica seemed to glare down at me, "Where's your family from?" She asked.

I gulped, "Unimportant, all you need to know is that I'm here now." I answered.

Angelica raised a brow, and nodded. "Alright, my name is Angelica Schuyler." She said, holding out her hand. I took it, and shook it.

I noticed that her sister was watching our interaction. "Who's that?" I asked, pretending to not know.

Angelica turned to her sister and waved her over. Eliza spoke, "Elizabeth Schuyler, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Schuyler?" I asked, looking to Angelica in question.

"My sister," She replied, "My little sister." She added, with a tone that said 'if you hurt her I'll hurt you'. I nodded.

Eliza smiled at me, she was very pretty, but I can't say she's my type. Maybe her personality would win me over. The class began, and the Schuyler sisters left me in the back of the classroom while they went to the front. The other kids turned to look at me.

Someone had caught the sisters' attention, and that didn't happen often.

I met up with John when the bell rung, and quickly blurted, "The Schuyler sisters talked to me."

John's eyes widened, "Oh? And did they seem to like you?" He asked.

"I think so," I replied, "I didn't say anything offensive, so I shouldn't be on their bad side."

John nodded, but I continued, "Also, Jefferson says he's going to ruin my life, basically the same speech he gave me yesterday."

John froze, "Just be careful Alex, he is powerful. And especially since he's running for class president."

I froze this time, "Well, then maybe someone else should run too."

John scoffed, "Like who?" He asked, and his face fell as he realized what I was implying. "No, Alex, it's too dangerous. If you run for president then he'll really ruin you."

I shook my head, "But somebody has to put him in his place, I'm the man to do it." I said.

"Alex, please."

"Too late, I'm already going to run. Where's the application form?" I asked.

John sighed, "In the counseling office." He said. I smiled, and ran to the counseling office.

If it was a fight Jefferson wanted, then it was a fight he would get. He wasn't the only one who is willing to do whatever it takes. I saw that we needed a certain amount of signatures to run.

The next day I went around, and most kids signed it without really caring who it was. I went to third hour with Herc, and Jefferson walked over.

"Alex! Hey, why don't you just sign this for me, eh? Maybe then I won't consider destroying you." He said, pushing the same sheet I had at me.

I smirked, and shoved it back to him, "Sorry, I can't sign it." I stated.

Jefferson's eyes flashed with hatred. "Why not?" He asked.

I smirked again, "Because I have one of my own." I replied, and something like fear flickered across Jefferson's face. "Looks like you have competition." I continued.

Jefferson scowled, "You better appreciate that I'm not murdering you right now, Hamilton. It'll just have to save it for the debate."

I smiled, "Can't wait!" I said, winking at him.

Jefferson scoffed, and went back to his own seat. I smiled, this was the chance I'd been waiting for. A chance to prove to myself, and the school, that I was more than than just a bastard orphan.