Stay with me ~ Jamilton

Chapter 1~ The New kid

My name is Alexander Hamilton, I'm from a small island in the Caribbean called Nevis. I specialize in Writing, Debates, and Politics. I hope this school will be just as good as I hear it is.

No no that seems to formal. I had been practicing my introduction all morning, and maybe last night. I barely got sleep. But the adrenaline from my chest is pumped for my first day of school. I walk there because i don't have a car and i can pay bus fees, I'm to busy paying for my apartment. It's not in a shitty neighborhood but not the richest either. Kinda in the middle but leaning more towards good.

Im finally here, New York prep (sorry cant think of school names bleh). I go inside to see chaos. there were kids on top of stairwells and kids crawling on the floor. Kinda disappointed but hey, it's the first day of school.

I walk to my locker and see three guys walk towards me. I assumed they were going to there lockers but nope, they stopped dead in there tracks right in front of me.

"Hi, I'm gay" one of them says. He starts blushing while the other two starts laughing. "Im John" he corrected. John has curly soft looking hair with freckles you could see from miles away (but this isn't Lams so moving on) Then theres another guy with a bandana and i little afro on his head. He's very buff, you can tell he works out. "My name is Hercules Mulligan, though I'd prefer you call me Herc" he says. I smile and wait for the other to speak, he's still laughing from earlier. "Bonjour mon ami, my name is Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, but laf for short" he says.

"My name is Alexander Hamilton" i say with a smile. "WELL WE'RE YOUR NEW FRIENDS NOW!" Herc yells. Everyone looks at him for about 5 seconds before we all start cackling, honestly from the first five minutes I've been here I can tell this year will be interesting.

|In class|

I sit down next to laf and he's talking about French shit. As he's talking I see a tall, dark, and handsome man walk through the door. He had a jawline that could cut diamonds, hair as puffy as a cloud and a little stubble. Kinda like mine.

He's wearing a dark magenta t-shirt with a black leather jacket, and black pants. We make eye contact. I tried hiding my embarrassment by lifting one eyebrow and giving him a look that said "you're interesting". He gave me a wink and sat in the back of the class

"Who is that?" i ask laf. He see's my cheeks flush. "Thats Thomas Jefferson".

A/N: POSSESIVE AU YAYAY. This au is super cool but also very angsty. Expect weekly updates k bye!!!!