Love Me (Alexander Hamilton And John Laurens Love Story)

Missing You (Part One)

John's POV

The first day at school was hell. Hamilton left early so when I woke up he wasn't there, kind of upset about that. I run to my building realizing Alex didn't leave early but I left late. I run into Thomas Jefferson on the way he flips me off, I do the same to him. I don't get to my class on time, due to James Madison standing in the way, so I get a warning and a lecture.

When my next class comes I'm super early which is not a good thing because when I sat down all the people I hated sat down all around me. Jefferson threw paper at me the whole class, Madison would flick my ear over and over again when I was least expecting it, Samuel Seabury wouldn't shut up, Burr tried to stop them but only made them talk louder or do it more.

When class is finally dismissed I go to the next building and I'm so tired plus it's the first day so I'm not gonna get anything important so I fall asleep. My next class I look for people I know and I see Herc, so I go sit down next to him. He looks over at me and starts laughing at me. I wonder what he's laughing at until I pull my phone out of my pocket... someone drew on my face. I was gonna kill whoever did this. I ask the teacher if I can go use the bathroom thankfully he doesn't look up. Before I could wash it off Herc texted me to take a picture. I'm not taking a picture. I try to wash it off until I realize it's permanent and it's not coming off. I take my sock off and try to use that to get it off my face. By the time my face is red and tinted black it's been 15 minutes and the teacher sent Herc to check on me. Herc leads me back to class and looks disappointed when he figures out I didn't take a picture.

All through class I can't stop thinking about Alexander he must be having a better day than me. I will have to tell him all about it. Just imagining what he would say makes me chuckle. I realy hope he's having a good day. I think about what he said last week to, even though we still talked after that. Found your problem, did he? Did he find out what my father did? Does he want to help me? Can he help me? I don't think he knows but I want him to. I want him to say it's okay and I want to care for him. I want to tell him what my father does I want to tell him everything. I want to tell him how I feel, how much I care, how I feel about him. There are also things I want him to do. I want him to care for me, I want him to tell me about him, I want to know what goes on through his head, I want him to stay by my side, but most importantly I want him to save me...