Hello again, lovelies! I'm glad some people are reading this (and I'm incredibly grateful for the reviews, they seriously fluff my tiny ego)! I may be obsessed with this story because it's all I've been working on these past few days. This chapter was originally going to be two chapters, but I decided to combine them because why not? Hopefully you lovelies enjoy and don't forget to review if there's anything you really like or anything you think I can work on! ~Shaymie

The rest of the morning was a dizzying blur that I didn't remember half of. I spent the time I had before class sleeping in the library (shaking off the worried Schuylers, who thought I was dead; Peggy had threatened to call an ambulance) and found myself being woken up by none other than Alexander Hamilton himself. I narrowed my eyes at him as he sat down in the beanbag next to me and wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug grin from his face. Couldn't he find someone else to bother?

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be getting registered?"

"Did that already," he grinned, handing me a piece of paper. I numbly recognized it as his schedule and scanned over it, noticing that we had a few classes together. Oh joy. I wanted nothing more than to spend more time with this arrogant, flirtatious prick.

"George had already done most of the work before I got here. All I had to do was take a picture for my ID and pick up my schedule."

"Good for you," I grumbled, handing his schedule back. I closed my eyes and put a book over my face, hoping that he would get that I wanted to be left alone.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Guess he didn't get the memo. I sighed.

"Not really. And it looks like I won't be getting any this morning either because a certain long-haired prick won't leave me alone. Why don't you go find Gil or John? I'm sure they would be more willing to entertain you."

"For someone who doesn't talk much, you seem to have no problem talking to me." Alexander smirked and batted his eyelashes on me, and I tried to ignore the way it made my heart skip a beat. I had barely known the guy for a day, I couldn't have a crush on him. "Am I special?"

"Not in the way you seem to be implying."

"Is this guy messing with you?" I looked up and smiled as Angelica, who was carrying a pile of books. She set them down on a nearby table and raised an eyebrow at Alexander, who was lounging in his beanbag, trying to look innocent. The mischievous glint in his eyes was anything but.

"It's fine, Angie. He's, well…"

"Alexander Hamilton." He sat up in the beanbag and held a hand out to her. She hesitantly shook his hand and rolled her eyes as he kissed her hand. Could this guy go five minutes without flirting? "My name is Alexander Hamilton. I'm Lorin's new brother."

"I'm stuck with him," I sighed, putting my book in my backpack. I stretched as I stood up and gave Angelica a quick hug. I looked around for Peggy and Eliza and didn't see them. Odds were they went to class, or maybe to their clubrooms to get some stuff done before class. "It's almost time for class, Alex. We have first period together."

"It was nice to meet you, miss?"

"Schuyler. Angelica Schuyler." I sighed and grabbed Alex's wrist, pulling him away from Angelica. It wasn't anywhere near time for class (we still had about twenty minutes left), but I wasn't going to be late to English because of his tendency to flirt with anything with a skirt. And if he had stayed there any longer, I was convinced Angelica would have slapped him. I didn't miss the smug look on his face and let go of him the second we were out of the library. I didn't want to give him the wrong idea.

You've got to be kidding me, I thought, seeing Thomas Jefferson lounging outside our English classroom. He was one of the richest kids in school, and a major prick. He flirted with Angelica and I on a daily basis. His eyes brightened as he saw me, and I frowned as he attempted to tame his wild curls. Spoiler alert: it didn't work. I was hoping to not have to deal with him today. Between him and Alex, I didn't know who was the worse flirt.

"Hello there, Lorin," he drawled in his southern accent. I frowned as he winked at me and didn't miss the glare Alex gave him. Great. I didn't need two perverts drooling over me, let alone arguing over me like I was some kind of trophy to be won. I pushed past him and was halfway to my seat when I heard him asking about James.

"He's dead to me," I spat out as I turned to glare at him. I was sick and tired of everyone asking me about him. Just when I thought I was over it, someone had to mention him. I thought I was over him, over his manipulative words and the way he could talk me into doing whatever he wanted, over the disgusting feeling of his hands roaming all over my body, touching everything I didn't want him to and oh God, I should have just been able to say no-

I was trembling. I felt cold, even though the school didn't turn on the AC until third period. I was numbly aware of Alexander at my side, asking what was wrong, but I could barely hear him. He sounded a million miles away. He turned his questions to Thomas, who looked just as confused. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. I realized that I was breathing a bit too fast and tried to calm my breaths. I tried counting them like John had taught me, but it was no use. Everything was getting darker and darker. And then it was gone.

Alex's POV

"Shit!" I hissed, catching Lorin before she hit the ground. I looked around and realized that we were the only two in the classroom aside from the wild-haired prick at the door. I didn't understand what happened, but I could ask about that later. I had to get her to the nurse. I slung both our backpacks onto my back and lifted her into my arms. She didn't weigh nearly as much as I thought she would.

"The nurse's office is by the library," the guy at the door said, running a hand through his mess of hair. "I'd go with you, but somebody has to tell the teacher what happened. And I don't want to be the one to explain this to Laurens."

I nodded and started off towards the library. I wasn't sure how I would explain this to Laurens either. He seemed really protective of Lorin. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought they were dating, but he had repeatedly denied it when I asked earlier, his face the brightest shade of red I had ever seen. Which I guess gave me a chance with her.

I took a deep breath as I saw the hanging pastel sign that read "Nurse's Office" in swirly cursive. I had trouble opening the door with Lorin in my arms but managed. There was nobody at the desk near the door. There was nobody here period. Why the hell was the door unlocked if nobody was in here?

I set Lorin down on one of the beds and sighed. I didn't know where Laf or Laurens were. They had run off the second we got to school and I didn't have any way to contact them. Although Lorin did…

"Sorry, Lo," I muttered, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone. Luckily there was no passcode and I was able to get to her contacts. She… didn't have many. I saw Laf and the Washingtons, as well as Angelica. There were a few other people I didn't recognize, but that was it. I shook my head. Now wasn't the time to be snooping around in Lorin's phone. I sent Laf a quick text explaining what had happened and put the phone back in her pocket.

I pulled a chair up next to her and put our backpacks down. She looked so peaceful, but I was almost missing the sight of those stormy gray eyes glaring up at me. I brushed some sandy brown hair from her face and smiled. She really was the cutest thing, and I didn't know why she had denied it last night (or rather, this morning). I hadn't missed the sadness in her eyes or the panic in her voice as she left for her room.

I grabbed one of her hands and traced circles on it with my finger as I watched her adorably freckled face. I had never felt so attracted to a girl before, at least not this quickly. And this was different from anything else I had ever felt. This wasn't lust, it was something else entirely. I've had a few girlfriends (and some boyfriends), but they had never lasted longer than a few months, and there wasn't really anything in the relationships. They had only wanted me for my body.

I let go of her hand when I heard footsteps and looked up as Lafayette walked in, pulling a chair over and sitting on Lorin's other side. We sat in silence for a few seconds before he asked, in a hushed voice, exactly what had happened.

"We were about to walk into English when some southern asshole with a crazy 'fro started flirting with Lorin. He mentioned someone named James and she got mad at him. She started freaking out and I didn't really know what to do. I caught her before she hit the ground, but-"

I trailed off when I saw the furious look on Lafayette's face. He started rambling in French. I couldn't even keep up with what he was saying, but I could only assume it was terrible. He pulled out his phone and typed out a quick text before putting it back in his pocket.

"Laf, what happened between Lorin and this guy?" He shook his head and sighed.

"He was her boyfriend."