John grew suspicious when Hamilton showed up late to school on Friday. His hair was disheveled, not in it's usual ponytail, and his shirt was unbuttoned twice at the top. His pants were on backwards and his shoes were on the wrong feet. And he didn't even talk or look at Eliza once.
Hamilton was leaning against his locker furiously jotting things down in his notebook when John strolled up. "Hi, Alex," he said, trying to be cool. Alex looked up once and said, "Laurens."
Ouch. Not wanted here, he thought but stayed anyway. He's had a crush on Hamilton for quite some time now, but was afraid to show it. Perhaps he could gain Alex's love and respect if he made him feel better.
"What happened last night?" Laurens asked, playing it cool. Alex looked up and shoved the notebook in Laurens' face. It read,
"Maria Reynolds and I slept together last night and I don't know what to do." Was written over 100 times over and over in the notebook. Hamilton cringed as John's eyes darted from sentence to sentence.
But in reality, John had a deep sinking feeling inside his stomach. He pushed back his tears and threw it on the floor and marched off into the hallways. Hamilton watched him stalk away with awe, then grabbed his note book and shouted at the interested on looker. "SHUT UP AND STOP STARING." They looked away.
Eliza ran up to him, and gave him a hug. "Alex, where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere." She kissed him and he smile and hugged her back. "Sorry, I was late." Eliza took his hand and smiled. Angelica, following behind. And, Alex, thought he saw Maria dark behind someone in the crowd in a yellow sweater.
John cried. He literally cried, like a baby, in the boy's bathroom. Like a small child throwing a fit. He's crying. He wiped away his tears when he heard the door open and then paused when they said, "John?"
He opened the door. Alex stood there, straight and rigid, obviously uncomfortable. "hey." John says carefully and wipes away his remaining tears.
"You okay?" Alex asks.
"Umm.." John replied and looked at his feet.
"'Cuz I'm not." Alex says very quickly.
"what?"
"I'm very conflicted."
"About what?"
"I can't seem to choose between Eliza, Maria, Angelica, or you."
"What?"
"Right now I'm leaning towards you."
"What?"
"I have to think about it, John." Alex stepped forward, and looked at John with longing before turning around.
"I'm sorry, John." He whispers before leaving the bathroom.
"So much for wiping away my tears," John says to himself quietly, wiping away the new tears that have formed.
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