I wasn't kidding when I said chapters would be short until I got in the groove of this, please forgive me for such tiny chapters. Quality over quantity and all that. Not that anything I write is quality. Anyway, please enjoy! ~Shaymie
John smirked to himself as he walked home from his first tutoring session with Alexander. He didn't know what drove him to flirt with the guy. Maybe it was the weed, making him feel like he could do whatever the hell he wanted with no consequences. Maybe it was the fact that Hamilton was cute as hell and he'd had a crush on him since last year. Whatever it was, it made him flirt with the poor guy every chance he got. Seeing Hamilton's face flush pink and hearing the guy that never shut up struggle to find words was hilarious, and honestly kind of cute.
Alexander Hamilton was infamous around school for being a smartass who couldn't shut his mouth, who wore his opinion on his sleeve and didn't care about who he pissed off. If he knew about his reputation, knew the things people said about him, he clearly didn't care. In fact, he was a pretty passive guy… unless you said something that he didn't agree with. Then he went from passive to passionate in a heartbeat, coming up with an eloquently composed counterargument in less than half a second. There was an entire Twitter account dedicated to the guy's rambles.
It wasn't until he got into a fight with James Reynolds in the school cafeteria that John really noticed him. He didn't know what had instigated the fight, since he was outside in the courtyard, which was the only place that nobody really went to during lunch, and therefore the only place he could safely grab a smoke without being bothered by a teacher. He just happened to look up through the window and see Hamilton on top of of Reynolds (and not in the fun way). Hamilton was strong for such a small guy, and it took three people (one of which was a teacher) to pull him away from Reynolds. The most surprising thing about the whole thing was that Hamilton hadn't even gotten in trouble for it. John had been anxiously waiting to see him in detention later that week, but he had never shown up, and he wondered whose dick he'd had to suck to not get in trouble.
After that, John was absolutely smitten with the guy. He knew that most normal people would be running for the hills after seeing a complete psycho beat a guy to a bloody pulp. Most people would do anything but develop a crush on the guy. But there was just something about Hamilton that was interesting. John couldn't put his finger on it, but he just felt… drawn to him. He considered it a blessing and a curse that out of all the tutors his dad could have picked for him, Hamilton was the one he had ended up with.
It was a blessing, of course, because now he finally had an excuse to talk to the guy without having the prying eyes of the entire student body on him. Who knew what they would say if they saw the loser stoner talking to the future valedictorian. They'd probably think he was trying to sell him drugs or something. At least with this tutoring business he could talk to Hamilton without anyone annoying him. It was a curse because John knew that the second his dad found out that he liked Hamilton, he'd be scrambling to get him a different tutor. A female one. And then he'd lose his shot to talk to probably the cutest guy he'd ever seen. He was brought out of his thoughts by his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and raised an eyebrow when he saw a text from an unknown number, which rapidly turned into a barrage of messages.
Unknown number: hey, this is alex
Unknown number: and hercules and lafayette
Unknown number: i don't have my own phone
Unknown number: this is laurens' number isn't it
Unknown number: shit, this isn't him
Unknown number: just ignore these texts
Unknown number: i'm going to kill him for giving me a wrong number
John chuckled as the texts started flying in. He sent a quick text to Alexander (who was apparently borrowing someone's phone), telling him that yes, it was him and he hadn't tricked him. He ended the text with a winky face and noticed that he was on his street. He heaved a sigh and hoped that his father wasn't home. He didn't want to deal with his homophobic bullshit today. He didn't want to be asked if he had "gotten over his phase" or if he had finally come to his senses and asked a girl out.
The house was empty for once. John sighed in relief and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the kitchen table. He noticed a slip of paper tucked underneath the bowl, along with a twenty dollar bill. He sighed as he dropped his backpack on the floor and picked up the note. His father had taken his siblings out to dinner at some fancy restaurant. Without him, as usual. Their relationship had been strained ever since he came out. Henry loved to remind John of how much he didn't fit in with his perfect family dynamic, and constantly told him that all he had to do was "go back to normal" and he'd be included in the family again. As if. Even if he could, there was no way he'd change who he was just to get his father's approval. He didn't need it.
John pocketed the money, which was mostly likely to be used to order a pizza or something, and went upstairs to his room. He dropped the apple core in the wastebasket near his door and kicked the door shut behind him. He needed some weed and video games. And maybe to text a cute guy, he grinned as he saw that Alexander had texted him some more. This was going to be a fun weekend.