Wow, it's been over 2 weeks since an update. I apologize since we've had content, I just haven't had the time to edit and type it out so it looked good lol. Forewarning, this is a pretty short chapter— but only because trying to fit in the next part would be too much content. Get excited for Chapter 4, though. Because I know you're gonna enjoy it a lot ;)))
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John Laurens (bold) - IG handle : (at sign) _ever_yours_turtle_
Peggy Schuyler (italic) - IG handle : (at sign) a . dot .ham_ilton (Me) {WITHOUT THE SPACES IN BETWEEN BC FANFICTION WON'T LET MY TYPE IT WHOOPS
Peggy has caught herself looking for John out of the corner of her eye all day during graduation. He never came to school for the few days that came after she showed the video. She's never admit it to anybody, but she was a little worried about him. No, not /him/. She was just worried about his father and what he'd do to John when he found out.
John sat in the folding chair as his row was called up for the graduation rehearsal. He was wearing sunglasses and a hood and the man officiating said he would not be permitted to walk with his hood and glasses. When John took them off he earned gasps from girls and laughs from guys. His eye was swollen. His arms covered in bruises and even a long cut on his lip. He practically ran across the stage to sit back down.
When she sees him after his removed the glasses and hood, Peggy actually feels sick to her stomach. Swallowing hard to keep from throwing up, her eyes eyes train on the back of his head, as if willing him to look back at her.
John hung his head before a guy came up behind him and clubbed him in the back. "I wanna see the other guy!" He cheers and walks away laughing. John sighs and tries to reach his shoulder, trying to pop it before he notices Peggy staring at him from the corner of his eye. 'What?' He mouthed defensively
'Talk. Later" she mouths back, already planning in the back of her head to give the guy who just said that to John a piece of her mind.
'Fine.' He mouths before turning back to sulking. After the ceremony rehearsal was over they were all going to lunch. Walking out in a mass crowd of panic as John continued to get harassed by the guys that passed him.
Peggy finds him quickly- follow the cheers in a crowd and you'll find the center of attention. "John" she says just loud enough to him to hear and takes his arm dragging him off to the side.
John flinches when she holds his arm. Still sore as he looked to her, trying to hide the shame in his face with disdain "what?" His swollen eye ticks and his cut curls in a snarl
She scowls, releasing his arm. "Your dad did this to you? Because you're-" Peggy cuts off, actually not sure /what/ he is.
"Because of you." He corrects. Breaking his scowl to sigh. "I mean... because I am... what I am."
"Well if you hadn't already been in a relationship when you kissed Alex, I never would have recorded it" Peggy defends herself, not that she has any right to do so
"Fuck off, Peggy." He sighs angrily, slipping his glasses and hoodie back on and beginning to walk away.
"Gladly" She mutters under her breath, itching to just be rid of him from her lifel
That night. They graduated. And John should have been ecstatic. He was ridding himself of a tyrant, but as he walked out behind his parents. He spotted her, and it hurt. "Goodbye." He whispers sadly.
So many times that night, Peggy wanted to say something to John. What, exactly, she wasn't sure. For almost all their lives, they'd fought like cats and dogs, so why, now, was she wishing it had been different?
John's eyes caught hers and they were both thinking the same thing. In that look was the real love they shared for each other, but it was too late. John tore his eyes away, and like that he was gone.
