Hello again, fellow Hamiltrash! I'd like to say thanks for the reviews and follows! I honestly didn't think I would get such a positive response, and decided to update! Hopefully you lovelies enjoy! (side note, I literally have this story saved as 'hamiltrash' because I'm too lazy to change the name) ~Shaymie
I didn't see Alexander for the rest of the day. Granted, I spent most of it in my room, but he didn't come down for lunch or dinner. His room was in between mine and Gil's, and sometimes I could hear them talking, though the sound was muffled slightly. I could have sworn I heard my name mentioned more than once.
I didn't see him until early the next morning, around four to be exact. I couldn't sleep and went down to the kitchen for a snack, surprised to see that he was already there, making coffee. I didn't know why he was up so late, but figured maybe he just couldn't sleep like me.
"Your name's Lorin, right?" he asked as I dragged a chair over to the pantry. I nodded and reached for the box of Pop Tarts, huffing as it was just out of my reach. Gil had probably moved them up as a prank. I was going to kill him when he woke up. I heard Alexander chuckle and squeaked as a tanned hand reached in front of me and handed me the box.
"You looked like you were having trouble." I smiled in appreciation and stepped down from the chair, clutching the box tightly. Gil knew better than to mess with my snacks. He was just asking for a death sentence.
"Laf was right, you really don't talk much," Alexander murmured as I put the chair back in its place. I shrugged and sat down, opening a pack of Pop Tarts. It wasn't really that much of a big deal. If anything, it was nothing but a pain in the ass. I hated having other people talk for me at school because I couldn't force a couple sentences out of my mouth.
We sat in silence for several minutes, Alexander drinking his coffee (black, I noticed. How disgusting!) and me eating my Pop Tarts. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and put my earbuds in, deciding to listen to my choir homework since there was no way in hell I'd be able to get back to sleep in time for school. I noticed Alexander staring at me from the corner of my eye and raised an eyebrow as I took an earbud out.
"Why are you staring at me?" I asked. He smiled and leaned his head lazily into the palm of his hand.
"So you do speak," his voice was light and teasing. "To answer your question, I like looking at beautiful things. Is that a problem?"
I felt my face flush as I looked into his dark eyes and forced myself to look away. Me? Beautiful? As if. I was too short, too pudgy, and too freckly. Not cute at all. He was just trying to get a reaction from me. Or even worse, he was just trying to get into my pants, just like James-
"I'm not beautiful, Alexander," I choked out, pushing away those intrusive thoughts. That party was done and over with. I had no reason to think about that anymore. I was here, at home, safe and sound.
"Nonsense. You're adorable," Alexander smirked, drumming his fingers on the table. "And you can call me Alex. Everyone else does."
"I'm going back to bed." I got up and left the table before he could say anything else. I wasn't going to let myself get tricked by another guy. Not again.
I yawned as Gil brushed my hair (He had insisted on doing my hair today, even though I told him it wasn't necessary."You look, how you say, 'a mess', mon ami. Allow me to give you the Marquis de Lafayette specialty!") and sighed. I hadn't managed to get a single bit of sleep last night.
"We have to leave early today so Alexander can get registered for school," Gil said as he took a bobby pin from his mouth and used it to pin some of my hair back. I frowned. That was fast. I would have thought he would have waited at least a few days to start school. Then again, he didn't seem like the type of person to wait for anything.
I hummed in response and struggled to keep my eyes open as Gil finished with my hair. I shot awake and screamed as he slammed my brush down my dresser.
"W-What was that for?" I asked, my voice too shrill for my liking. Alexander burst into the room, his arms halfway through his hoodie. He looked around and sighed as he tugged the jacket on.
"I was making sure you were still alive," Gil laughed, helping me down from my seat. I glared at him and looked at Alexander, who was staring at me again. He chuckled nervously and ran a hand through his coffee-colored hair.
"I, uh, thought you were getting murdered," he muttered, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. I noticed that he quickly glanced at my arms before looking away. "Although you look like you're dead, anyway."
"You're such a charmer." I pushed past him and went downstairs, taking my phone from my pocket as I felt it vibrate. I smiled when I saw a text from John.
Turtle Boy: U up yet?
Me: Yeah. Gil practically ripped my hair out.
Turtle Boy: Good, because i'm outside
Two seconds later, John walked in like he practically owned the place (though he was around so much, he almost lived here) and plopped down onto the couch, patting the cushion next to him. I sat next to him and leaned my head on his shoulder, frowning as some of his curly hair got in my face.
"Did you eat breakfast yet, Lori?" he asked, running a finger up and down my arm, tracing each and every one of my scars. I wasn't even sure if he was aware of what he was doing, but didn't feel the need to say anything. It felt kind of nice.
"Not yet. I don't know if we'll have time since we have to leave early today to get Alexander registered for school."John was one of the few people I could talk to for hours on end, and arguably the person I spent the most time with. Gil often complained that we didn't spend enough time together.
"You can at least eat a bowl of cereal," John frowned, grabbing my hand and gently pulling me towards the kitchen. I fought back the urge to roll my eyes and smiled. He tended to worry about me too much. Everyone at school assumed that we were dating because of how overprotective he was of me.
I knew better than to say anything to John when he was in Mama Hen mode and kept my mouth shut as he sat me down at the dining room table and started rummaging around in the cabinets for a bowl.
"So what's the new guy like?" he asked. I sighed and put my head on the table, trying to get at least a few minutes of sleep before school. Maybe if we got there early enough I could take a nap in the library.
"The new guy's right here," I looked up as Alexander walked into the room, his backpack slung over his shoulder. He had tied his hair back into a ponytail and looked slightly better than he had yesterday. Gil was standing behind him, holding both of our backpacks. I groaned and picked my head up slightly. I couldn't even get two seconds of sleep. Alexander raised an eyebrow as he looked over at me.
"Ah, I didn't know you were here, John!" Gil grinned and skipped (literally skipped; I didn't think his feet touched the ground for more than a second) over to John, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. I put my head back down and dozed off as introductions were made.