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(Y/N) POV

As I run back to my brother, I feel a small resistance on my bag. I ignore it and continue my way. "What in the hell was that?" Alexander growled, grabbing my hand and dragging is to our new school. "Calm down, frère! The man was about to get hit!" I inform him, while trying my best to keep up with his long paced steps.

"Well you were about to get hit too! And you got us late!" My brother snapped, while looking at his watch. Sighing, I apologize while quickly jogging beside him. A loud irritating bell rang, indicating first classes. "Shit! Late! Again!" He groaned, while sprinting to room 1776. As he ran to his class, I skip to mine, room 1789.

Taking a step in, I take a whiff of the mesmerizing smell of baked goods. Baking was always my specialty (Sorry if it isn't for you in reality! We're using marionette's skills.), while Politics was my brothers. I found no interest in the way he would ramble and smack each other in the press. Peace was more of my thing. And I always found peace in baking.

"Bonjour class! Welcome. It is such a pleasure to see that multiple people love to bake like me! Now, sit, sit! My name is Madam Champlain, and I am your teacher for Home Ed. We will start with the basics, like kitchen safety and proper ways to do things. I hope you all know you're math because there are fractions included!" As the teacher kept rambling, I took a seat beside a brown girl, wearing a ravishing yellow tank top and black jeans. Her hair was tied into two pigtails which really enhances the bounce of her curly hair.

"Hello! J'emappel (Y/N) Hamilton. What's your name?" I ask, while extending a hand to shake. "Sup, I'm Peggy Schuyler. I like your shirt, by the way." She replies with a smile, slapping my hand as a gesture of a high five. "Thanks! I like your's too."

"So ya interested in baking?" Peggy questions, while jotting down a few notes in her book. "Yep! And I'm guessing you are too?"

She shrugged. "I like baking, but tech is more my style. I'm only here because my sisters are here."

"Oh. So you were forced to come here?"

"No, no. I still do love to bake, but not as much as Eliza and Angelica do." Peggy says, while pointing her thumb to behind us, which consisted of two girls. One had long ebony hair tied in a ponytail, and she wore a beautiful light blue crop top shirt and a navy blue skirt. The other girl looked kind of like Peggy, but a portion of her hair was tied back, leaving the rest of her curly hair down. She wore a cute lacy pink top with jeans that resemble booty shorts.

"Salut!" I wave. They wave back. The pink one began to speak. "So Pegs, you gonna introduce us to short cake?" I blush at that name. I was pretty short, considering that Alex was the shortest and I was shorter than him. "Aww, short cake is blushing!" Giggling, the blue dress girl poked my cheek.

"Well, 'shortcake' here has a name. Her name is (Y/N)." Peggy replies, draping an arm over me. "Nice to meet you (Y/N)! My name is Eliza." The blue- I mean, Eliza says. "And I'm Angelica." Her sister says. "It's nice to meet you guys!" I say, while shaking their hands.

"Can we still call you shortcake?" The rest of us laugh and I nod. "Sure!"

"Do you have any siblings, (Y/N)?" Eliza asks, while leaning her head into her hand. "Oui, I do. His name is Alex, and he is at Politics right now." I inform them.

"You four, please listen." Madam Champlain orders, grabbing our attention. "Pardon, Madame Champlain." The squad apologizes in unison. She nodded and continued talking. "We'll y'all at lunch, K?" Peggy whispers, nudging my hip. I shake my head 'yes' and continue listening to the lesson.

Thomas Jefferson POV

As I arrive at school in my limo, my "caretaker", Big Barney, opened the door for me. "Thanks." I say, while stepping out. Big Barney replies with a low grumble, before closing the door and driving off. That man never used his words, but it never truly bothered me. I won't make him do what he doesn't want to do.

I'm a big politics star and model, thanks to my father, the senator of France. I heard that I got competition in here, so Académie François is where I'm going.

I know I'm late, but that's alright. I was scheduled to go to school tomorrow, but I begged my father to come today. Being homeschooled for almost your whole life does things.

As I walk through the courtyard of my new school, I smell something quite good. Following the scent, I realized I found my way to Home Ed class. "Bonjour- Oh my!" The teacher squeaks, nearly dropping her pan. "T-Thomas Jefferson?" Oh right, I almost forgot about my fame.

"Yes...? That's me." As I say that, I hear a couple of girls squeal, while this girl in the corner, surrounded by 3 girls, looked confused. "Uhh, what's going on?" The girl asks. The girl in front of her turned around and scoffed. "You seriously don't know? This is Thomas Jefferson! Famous Model and amazing in Politics."

The girl still look uninterested. "I came here to get an education, not to hear a handful of girls fan girl over one measly little boy." Wow, okay then. I'm already starting to like this girl. "Right! Of course. You are absolutely right (Y/N)! Uh-er... let's continue our lesson."

The girl, who's name is probably (Y/N), sighed in relief. I've never come across a girl who didn't know me. I'm shocked.

"I apologize for interrupting your class Madam..."
"Madam Champlain!"
"Yes. I will be on my way now."

As I walk out, I hear a couple of dreamy sighs. (Y/N) is right, I also came here to get an education, and I also didn't come here to hear the praises of my fangirls.

Walking to room 1776, I accidentally bump into someone, dropping all their papers. I quickly get down to my hands and knees to pick them up. "I-I'm so sorry Monsieur! I didn't mean to do that! I really should have been looking my way."

The man in front of me chuckled. "Nonsense child, you shan't apologize. No harm was done." He said, while lending a hand for me to get up. I accept it and give him a small, apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry, once again. Are you a parent here?"

"No, actually, I'm planning to become a teacher here."

"Isn't there supposed to be a long system on becoming a teacher?"

"I have my ways." He chuckled again, giving me a small wink before walking away. I feel a small resistance in my bag, but ignore it. Waving goodbye, I take my leave into the classroom.

(Y/N) POV

The kid that just walked in created chaos in our class, which caused me to sink in my chair. "Did you see how hot he was?" One girl said. I gag.

"Please, please, can we continue our lesson?" I whimper, sinking lower in the chair. Peggy giggles while pulling me up. "This commotion is painful, I know." She starts laughing, and I join her.

The bell rang. Great! We barely even learned anything! Aside from how "hot" and "amazing" Thomas is.

The Schuyler sisters and I all head out the door, ready to escape this hell hole. "Gee, who knew were baking up fangirls?" I chuckle, jokingly. Angelica smirks and drapes an arm around me. "You're probably only saying that to cover up your feelings him."

I fake gag. "My feeling of hatred is as clear as glass. What else could you be talking about?"

The others snickered. "Yeah, sure."

"I'm serious! He just disrupted our baking class! Now we're probably delayed for doing the actual things until October."

"True. But anyways, we'll talk later. We got to go to class!" Eliza said, while splitting ways with us with a wave. "See you guys!"

We wave back. "I gotta go to science. How bout you?" Peggy asked. "Oh, I have history." I inform.

"K, see ya later shortcake." I blush once again. "See ya!"