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First day of senior year…
Alex was NOT going to survive this. Everyone was squeezing their way through the halls, bumping and shoving to get to class. He then saw the infamous trio of Westerburg high school…
James Madison. His dad is LOADED, sells engagement rings.
Aaron Burr, no discernible personality but his mom did pay good money for his wardrobe.
and Thomas Jefferson… He’s a mythic bitch… They are solid Teflon - never bothered, never harassed. Alex would give ANYTHING to be like that.
the trio walked straight into the bathroom, Aaron was probably purging.
Alex also needed to go use the bathroom too, so there he went.
…
”Grow up, Aaron! Bulimia is SO ‘87!” Jefferson’s voice snapped, his southern accent somehow still seductive even while annoyed.
“Maybe you should see a doctor, Aaron..?” James Madison offered.
“Maybe I should…” Aaron replied, bending back down to puke.
There were some footsteps.
Mrs. Fleming entered.
“Ah. Thomas and James…”
Aaron puked.
“And Aaron.” She finished. But she yet opened her mouth again.
“Perhaps you didn’t hear the bell over all that vomiting? You’re all late.” She stated firmly.
”Aaron is sick, we’re helping him!” Thomas explained coolly.
“Not with a hall pass you’re not! Week’s detention. All of you,” Mrs. Fleming picked up her pen and was about to write each of their names down.
Alex stepped forward to Mrs. Fleming.
“W-wait! Were all out on a hall pass… yearbook committee..” Alex showed Mrs. Fleming the ‘hall passes’.
“Hmm… I see you’re all listed… get where you’re going.” Mrs. Fleming leaves, leaving the 4 in silence for a few seconds.
Thomas snatches the paper.
“This is excellent forgery… who are you?” Thomas demanded, his eyes scanning the paper.
“U-uh.. Alexander Hamilton. I crave a boon-“ Alex started.
”what boon?” Thomas asks, his eyebrow raising.
“Let me sit at your table at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If people think you guys tolerate me, they'll leave me alone.... Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes.”
Alex almost was out of breath just after saying all that.
“Do you do prescriptions?” Aaron asked.
“Shut up, aaron!” Thomas snaps.
“Sorry, Thomas…” Aaron apologized meekly.
Thomas suddenly grabs Alex’s chin, forcing him to look up at him.
”for a greasy little nobody… you do have good bone structure…” Thomas tilts Alex’s face to the side, inspecting him like a piece of art.
“And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important!” James added, peeking from behind Thomas to look at Alex.
“Of course you can stand to lose a few pounds!” Aaron added, ironic coming from him.
”hmm… you might be a good addition to our squad…” Thomas drawls out, his hand still grasping Alex’s face.
“Yeah!” James added cheerfully.
Aaron just nodded.
“Do you like blue?” Thomas asks, his voice kind, yet not kind. He lets go of his face.
“U-uh.. yeah…” Alex nodded shyly.
after about 10 minutes, his ‘makeover’ was done. He was wearing some blue blazer they just casually had around, and he wasn’t wearing his itchy thick scarf anymore!
”who’s that with Thomas?” A few voices called when Alex was walking class with the trio. (Idk I’m js gonna call it ‘the trio’ or sum)
Alex couldn’t stop smiling.
this was his literal dream!!!
He was popular now! And friends with Thomas, Aaron, and James.