I never want to say goodbye; a John Laurens x Reader

Chapter 2

"Well, that was Thomas Jefferson.....my boyfriend."
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(Warning: Swearing)
Johns POV

     I was disappointed to hear that (Y/N) had a boyfriend. She's extremely hot. Also, I might add that her boyfriend is THOMAS FUCKING JEFFERSON!  I could tell that she was afraid of him. I could tell that that asshole was mistreating (Y/N). I could see it in her eyes when he started yelling at me. I wish she wasn't with him so I could treat her properly. I didn't realize I was looking down until (Y/N)'s voice snapped me back to reality.

     "John, are you okay?" She asks me. No, how could I be okay when the girl of my dreams is dating one of the worst guys in the entire school? "Yeah, I'm fine," I say, lying. I think she can tell. I'm not a very good liar. Hopefully it's a good enough lie that she doesn't question me further. I don't want to have to explain that I have feelings for her. Wait, what? Oh no, I just met this girl and I'm already falling.

(Y/N)'s POV

I can tell he's upset that I'm dating Thomas. To be honest, ever since I met him, about 15 minutes ago, I'm upset that I'm dating Jefferson instead of him. Wait... what? (Y/N) stop this now. You have a boyfriend that you love, or so you say you love. Mainly because he's the first person to put up with your shit. That's kind of the only reason you're dating him. You were desperate for a boyfriend, so you dated the first person that liked you and was slightly attractive. You now realize that was a bad decision. Thomas was kind of, how to say, pushy. He forced you into your very first kiss. You didn't want to kiss someone yet, but you moved your head the wrong direction at the wrong time. He then thought it was okay, because you were to scared to tell him that it wasn't. He was scary when he got mad. And with your past, you didn't need someone to scare you.

     You start unpacking your things. After you've unpacked everything, you lay in your bed, exhausted from the long day. You hear a knock at the dorm room door. John opens the door, revealing a few of his friends. There were three of them. The shortest one was a little shorter than John. He had pale skin, long black hair and brown eyes. The second one had dark skin. You notice that he was taller than the first boy, but not as tall as the last one who stood above them all. To be honest, they were all pretty hot to, especially the tall one, but you didn't think they were as hot as John. They started talking to each other. You didn't think much of it until you hear a French accent. You tune in and hear the one with the accent ask John something. "Who's the beautiful young woman on the bed?" He asks John. "Oh! That's (Y/N), she's really cool." You blush when you hear him say this. "(Y/N)! Come over hear and meet my friends!" He exclaims excitedly. You make your way to the door.

"(Y/N) this is Alexander Hamilton, he writes way too much for his own good" he says pointing to the shortest one. "You can call me Alex, or Alexander, or Hamilton, o-or w-whatever you w-want" he says, extending his hand, blushing madly. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N), you can call me (Y/N), or (N/N), though I recommend against it" you say whilst giggling, mocking Alexander's behavior. John moves onto the next person. "This is Hercules Mulligan, he fucks horses" John says, laughing. "Shut up Laurens, anyways, hello there (Y/N), you can call me Herc for short" he says. "Pleased to meet you, Herc" you say, ignoring the fact he fucks horses. Finally you get to the tall Frenchman. "Finally, this is Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette" John says with a smirk on his face. The Frenchman with the long-ass name glares at John. "Please, just call me Lafayette, or Laf for short" he says. He kisses the back of your hand, "pleasure to meet you, chaton" he says. You know what that means, but you want to keep your knowing of French a secret, so you can listen in on conversations without them knowing. You notice John is glaring at Lafayette. "C'est ce que vous obtenez pour dire mon nom complet" Lafayette says grinning. "Hey, elle est à moi, elle est ma colocataire" John says back. While this conversation is happening, you start blushing. You notice Alexander smirking at you. He knows you understand French. You put a finger to your lips, the gesture used all around the world to tell people to keep their mouths shut. He goes along with it and doesn't tell anyone.

A/N: Hey, sorry if the French is wrong, I used Google. Now for translations. Chaton- kitten. 1st sentence in French- that's what you get for saying my entire name. 2nd sentence- hey she's mine, she's my roommate.