Author's note: Meh friend, Chelsey made me do this. This is my first one I have posted, so yeaaa. I tend to write "detailed" and… a lot. So, enjoy! This is a LAMS fanfic. I have added in English i what Lafayette says, if you want to have translate open on a different tab feel free! So enjoy! This is a repeat of the last chapter but from Alex's pov. (Chelsey isn't her real name, don't worry guys ;))

Chapter four: Bullying problems

Hamilton's pov:

I've seen the way John has been looking at me. And I, can't say I don't feel the same, I think there is something between us, still faint, but it's there, And that's what matters. So, when we were in the hall together, I-I kissed him. At first he stood there panicked, I was about to pull away embarrassed, but then he kissed back.

The thing between us, the flame as I imagine it, got brighter, less faint.

"Well well well if it isn't Laurens and his new boyfriend." I hear a boy's voice say in front of me. John seems scared and jumps back. It's something about the way he's standing, shaking, that makes me believe that this kid bullies John, I have to do something, anything. I feel my hand rest on his shoulder trying to give him even the smallest amount of courage.

"What do you want?" I ask looking him in the eye.

He looks confused, "Who are you? You must be new here, hey new kid, what's the name?" People I can only assume are his friends stand behind him, two of them, we're outnumbered.

"Alexander. You?" I ask my hands shaking for some reason.

"Wow, if you don't know who I am then your tour guide must really suck! I'm not surprised, that wimp-" The kid begins, but I interrupt him, I can't stand this guy!

"What gives you the right to say that? Who said tormenting another for one's enjoyment was acceptable?" I yell at him, he actually looks startled and backs away a little.

"Woah calm down man I'm just playing, no reason to get aggressive," He says putting his hands out in front of him as if they were going to keep me back.

"Leave John alone, what did he ever do to you? What-" I say but I'm interrupted by that French kid whose name I can't remember.

"Charlie! Aller! Et emmène tes amis avec toi! Laisse les tranquille!" The French student bellowed while running down the hall toward us. (Charlie! Go! And Take your friends with you! Leave them alone!)

The kid, I think the French kid said he was Charlie, asked the question we're all wondering, "What did he say?" And everyone's eyes land on John.

There is a very tense vibe being spread between us all. John stumbles on his words, "H-he, he s-said,"

Poor John, I can't stand to see him standing, so defenseless and almost, weak. But when Charlie said, "Aww, look little John is scared!" It really pushed me off the edge.

"Shut up!" I stomp my foot and let go of John, i'm so driven by anger that I lose control of my actions, I don't think twice before grabbing the collar of Charlie's shirt and pinning him against the wall. I begin yelling at him, everything is this huge blur. The only thing that stopped me from spiraling further out of control? John's hand.

I feel his hand rest on my shoulder, his curly, auburn hair rubs against my neck as he whispers in my ear. "Alex, put him down, he's not worth it." He turns his head and rests it on my shoulder as Lafayette joins him.

"Alex, ça ne vaut pas la peine," To be honest, I have no clue what he said, I just feel John's head turn around again and whispers something about Lafayette agreeing with him.

Charlie mouths please, just now, I notice the shade of purple he turned. Did I do that?! Startled, I remove my hand from his neck, letting him fall, I just now realize that he hadn't been touching the floor, I really didn't know my own strength. I yell at him again and he scrambles to his feet and runs off.

"Alex, I-I-" John is interrupted by Hercules yelling down the hall, everything is still a blur. Lafayette runs off, John has his head turned away watching Lafayette run back. I study his profile. His unruly, curly, auburn hair, his beautiful freckles. When he turns back to me, I see something in his eyes that wasn't there before. He looks, almost scared.

"Alex, I want to thank you. You didn't need to do that." John scratches the back of his neck and looks down.

"Yes I did, how long has he bothered you?" I ask fearing the worst. When he doesn't move or talk, I place my hand beneath his chin, and raise his head so he can't avoid my gaze. "How long?"

"I dunno, a while, I wasn't counting." I feel like he isn't telling the complete truth, but I don't want to push him. "Um, the key closet?" John says pointing down the hall.

"Right," I follow him down the hall.

Chapter four! Thank you to IHopeThatYouBurrn (Chelsey) and one of my readers, for encouraging me to write this and continue past chapter three. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I love you all! Chapter 5 coming soon!

-Bettyslilcrazy22