Opposites Attract (Lams)

Two

Hello again! I'm officially a high school graduate, an adult and I also passed my drivers test recently and applied for a job! (I despise driving so it took me a while) Anyways, on to the chapter!!

~A few days later, a Friday~

Alexander's POV
It's finalllly almost the weekend, I'll be able to catch up on schoolwork like the math project Mr. Paine assigned two days ago and I have barely done as much as look at it. Asshole hasn't bothered me too much but there's been a few moments. On the third day, I brought a new notebook to French but he swiped it again. Other than that though, he's kept to himself.

"Hamilton!" Someone suddenly shouted from a foot in front of me, immediately snapping me out of my thoughts. Mr. Conway was standing next to my desk with an annoyed look. My face got hot with the sudden attention from everyone in the class.

"Y-ye, err, oui monsieur?" I stammered. Wanting nothing more than to disappear into the floor beneath me.

John's POV

Shortie was a red as a tomato, so was Mr. Conway but for a completely different reason. Mr. Conway's pet peeve was people not paying attention when he's lecturing, why he decided to teach high schoolers god knows, but the situation was amusing for everyone else.

"Y-ye, err, oui monsieur?" Shortie managed to spit out.

"Pouvez-vous me dire quand Diggs a voyagé en Amérique?" (Can you tell me when Diggs travelled to America?) Mr. Conway smirked at Shortie's embarrassment. It was a cruel thing to do to be honest.

"1777, Monsieur." Shortie said with some confidence. A quick expression of defeat crossed Mr. Conway's face but it was gone as soon as it had appeared. He uttered a "Bien." (Good.) and walked back up to the front of the class. I watched Shortie physically sink into his seat with relief out of the corner of my eye.

The class finishes with nothing else interesting happening. The bell rings and I see Shortie eye me, probably waiting for me to leave first so he doesn't have to deal with me. Time to have some fun.

Instead of directly leaving, I paint a confused look on my face, gather my things and walk to Mr. Conway's desk.

"monsieur, je ne comprends pas pourquoi Diggs est allé aider l'Amérique?" (Sir, I don't understand why Diggs went to help America?) I tell him in a pathetic tone.
"Je crains de ne pas réussir le test parce que je ne comprends pas." (I'm worried I might fail the test because I don't understand.)

"Hamilton!" Mr. Conway called and put a hand on my shoulder. Shortie froze, nearly out the door, and spun around.

"Oui Monsieur?" He said.

"Puisque vous en savez tellement sur Diggs, vous pouvez donner un cours particulier à John ici. " (Since you know so much about Diggs, you can tutor John here.) Shit! Backfire!

"Uh, no, never mind. That won't be necessary." I say quickly, forgetting my French and trying to get out of the situation I just put my self into.  Conway gave me an impatient stare. I sigh.
"Ce ne sera pas nécessaire, monsieur." (That won't be necessary, sir)

"Bêtises, ça va être bon pour vous deux!" (Nonsense, it'll be good for the both of you!) Come on John, think of an excuse! I looked over at Alexander, who clearly was not on board with this.