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John's POV

Detention.

Ah yes. A two hour detention.

How wonderful.

How did I get here I hear you ask?

I like to call it wrong place, wrong time.

And punching a kid in the nose.

So hard

that it broke...

But more wrong place wrong time that disconnecting someone's nose form their skull.

I slump back in my seat. This is the last place I want to be, two whole hours sat here doing nothing. Well it could be worse, I could have been suspended. I had plans as well. Plans to sit in my room alone in the dark but they're still plans.

I look slowly around there room. It was quiet, everyone had gone home, and there was only on person in detention with me.

He turns around and looks directly at me, resting his arms on the back of the chair and smirking at me.

"How nice of you to join me Laurens, I knew you wouldn't want to be alone in this detention." He says smoothly and I roll my eyes.

Alexander Hamilton.

Popular.

Annoying.

Insanely hot.

Asshole.

I didn't even know the guy, I think I may have maths with him, I'm not sure. But that's it. I hate the way he's staring me down. I hate him. I hate him and all of his friends. The Hamilsquad. They suck, honestly, pretentious pricks who are just so infuriating that if I tried to explain why we'd be here all day.

I look away.

Oh and I may have forgot to mention, it was one of his friends I punched. In the face. And took off his nose from his skull. So why is Alexander in detention?

Because he punched me too. Isn't that great? He knocked out one of my teeth for fucks sake.

But I'm lucky I wasn't suspended. It was all in fair play after all.

"Aw c'mon sweetheart," He laughed, getting up out of his seat and coming over and sitting on my desk. I push my chair backwards. "You won't even look at me?" He leans in and cups my cheeks, slightly harshly, and I pull out of his grip. "You're so quiet doll."

"Well, yeah, no one plans a murder out loud." I retort, looking straight back at him with unmoving eyes.

"Ooh, feisty, I like that." He teases and leans in, and I pull a disgusted face and back away.

But luckily before he could say anything more, the door opens and he quickly hops in the next next to mine, and I push the chair over slightly, away from him. Mr Washington walks in, looks at both of us, and sighs.

"I don't think I need to go over this, do I? You both know why you're here, you've both been here before, two hours, I'll see you then." He says, and with that he leaves.

"Oh, tell me Johnny," Ew, "Why have you been here before?"

I ignore him but he shuffles closer to me.

"C'mon, tell me, you seem like such a moral student."

I snort out of pure reflex, and try to cover it up. He thinks I'm moral, that's funny.

He frowns at me, obviously pissed I laughed at him. "Well we're here for two hours, you'll eventually tell me."

"This isn't fucking Breakfast Club."

"No, but if it was I think I'd be Claire. Everyone loves me."

I'm taken aback by the fact he knows it, Maria had dubbed it a nerd film, but I laugh. "Not everyone."

"Everyone."

"I don't love you. I don't even like you."

"Oh, my poor feelings." He says sarcastically, and I roll my eyes.

See? Annoying asshole. And this is like the bare minimum.

He gets up out of his seat, walking over to the door. "I'm not gonna stay here two hours." He says, pulling at the door handle. But it didn't open. "Shit he locked it."

I hoped this would make him sit down and be fucking quiet for once, but he didn't give up, and walked over to the window.

He slid it open, laughing slightly, and clambered onto the window ledge.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask, slightly unnerved, then he gives me that little fuckboi wave before slipping out.

I cry out, running over to the window. We're on the second story.

I lean out to see him standing on the floor, smirking.

"Oh, worried are you?"

"No, I just don't want to have to give a statement about how you threw yourself out a window. I don't have the time."

"Oh sure. Come down."

"Uh no. We're on the second floor."

"Cmon, I'll catch you!"

"Says the guy who punched me in the face half an hour ago."

"Touché. Cmon Johnny, do you think Ill let you fall."

I slam the window down. There is no way in hell I'm jumping out a second story window into Alexander Hamilton's arms.

I don't trust him as far as I can throw him.

And I can't.

But am I really going to stay here for two hours? Two whole hours. That's so boring.

I open the window slowly again to see he's still standing there. Great.

I look around, and glance behind me before sighing and cautiously climbing onto the window ledge and sitting on it.

"You catch me and I will break your nose too." I shout downwards and he raises and eyebrow at me.

Ah fuck, am I really going to do this? I think so.

I sigh, and take in a deep breath, before looking down and then slowly pushing myself off.

It's not the highest I've jumped from, but that's another story for a more depressing time.

Annoyingly enough, he catches me.

"What the fuck?! I told you not to catch me."

"I wasn't gonna let you fall sweetheart."

"Gross. Put me down.... DONT DROP ME."

"Like I would sunshine."

"Ew."

He puts me down and I stand up, brushing myself off and I turn to face him. "... You're short."

"Uh, bitch I-"

time skip

"Where are we going?"

"We're not, you're following me. I told you to leave me alone."

"But that's the things peaches, I can't, you're just too damn cute."

I turn around and pull a disgusted face. "First off, what's with these nicknames? Secondly, ew."

I keep walking. I'd rather he didn't follow me, I'll be honest. I like the place I'm going to, and I don't want an asshole like him knowing this place.

"Can you please leave me alone?"

"Hmm, let me think about that. Uh, no."

"Cmon, don't you have like friends to hang out with and be annoying with them?"

"Nope!" He says, popping the p.

I roll my eyes and mutter under my breath.

But at last, I'm here. Completely ignoring Hamilton, I push open the door to the shop. The bell chimes and Maria looks up at me from the counter.

"Jack! I thought you'd abandoned me!"

I laugh and walk over to her. "Nah, I just had detention."

"Oooo, what did you do?"

I sit on the counter, "Nothing. I just punched an asshole in the face. I broke his nose. He deserved it. He called me an attention seeking fag."

"Shoulda broke a lot more than his nose. So who's this with you? Did you finally get a boyfriend?!"

"No!"

"I've been telling you, you need yourself a man."

"I do not need myself a man. Besides he was in detention with me. He punched me as well. Knocked out a tooth!"

"Oh. But you were obviously in the right!"

"Yeah well he's an asshole. Remember who I told you about?"

"Oh. Oh damn that's him."

"Oh yeah." We both glance at him, and Maria bares her teeth. "Kick him in the balls, make sure he cant reproduce."

"Good plan. He keeps flirting with me, it's off-putting."

"Oh? Is he interested?"

"No he's a fuckboi."

"Oh. But look at the way he's looking at you."

I pause and look at him, and he keeps stealing sly glances at me. But it's not like a fuckboi glance, it's ... different?

"I think he actually likes you."

"That is disgusting."

"Yeah, but imagine how cool it would be. You told me he was hella popular."

"So you're telling me to manipulate him and his feelings for social status?"

"Yes."

"But I'd have to talk to his gross friends. You know, the one who called me a slur?"

"Avoid that one. Think it over. Please. For me. You've been single for ages."

"Why is it your concern?"

"Because I'm your best friend! Tell me you'll consider it?"

"Fine... I'll consider it."

PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO

watching the footie. we ain't winning i'll tell u that.

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