It was almost like they planned it, except John was sure he would remember planning to make out with his nemesis. And surely it would be somewhere besides the 3rd floor bathroom of the political science building. It all seemed fairly unlikely and yet here he was, the bathroom counter digging into his ass as Alex Hamilton (douche bag) kissed all the air out of his lungs. John gripped Alex's shirtfront and Alex had John's face trapped between his hands.

This had started out innocently enough. He and Alex had crossed paths in the restroom after one of their more spirited class debates. Neither of them spoke because...well because they didn't really like each other all that much. Nevertheless, after a few tense seconds of standing side by side, washing their hands, they turned to each other in unison.

Before John knew what was happening, Alex's still wet hands were on his face, and their lips met in a heated kiss. John didn't remember how he had ended up pressed against the counter. He also didn't remember reaching up to take two fists full of Alex's well-worn Slytherin t-shirt.

Alex bit down on John's bottom lip, causing him to whimper. Alex started at the sound, pulling back abruptly and straightening his t-shirt. After a half furious, half terrified look in John's direction, Alex fled into the hallway, leaving John leaning against the counter with his fingers pressed to his lips. If is face weren't still damp from Alex's hands he would think the whole thing was some sort of strange hallucination. He didn't move until someone else came into the restroom and shot him a curious look.

As soon as he got out into the hallway he pulled out his phone and toyed with it for a few moments then put it back in his pocket. There was no way he could tell his friends about this...they would tease him mercilessly about 'sleeping with the enemy.' He wasn't sure he could explain it to himself anyway. He sighed and kept walking out of the building.

Alex rubbed his hand down his face and began to pace in his apartment. The lack of sleep had finally caught up with him. Yeah, that had to be it. He desperately needed to relieve some stress and had just momentarily acted contrary to his senses to do so. It's not like Laurens was complaining…He recalled the little whimper that had escaped the other man and groaned loudly. He collapsed onto the couch and buried his face in his hands.

This is how Angelica found him a few minutes later. "What's wrong with you?" she asked and plopped down next to him.

"Don'twannatalkaboutit." He mumbled.

"Well can we talk about dinner? Because I haven't eaten since 11:30." She said.

"Chinese?" he said, lifting his head.

"We had Chinese last night." Angelica said.

"Mexican?" He suggested. Angelica shook her head "I went to the taco truck for lunch."

"Unbelievable." Alex mumbled. "You pick then."

Angelica smacked him in the face with a pillow before reaching for the phone. "Ham and pineapple?" she said.

"Fine." He said.

"Seriously, what is wrong with you?" she demanded as she waited for someone to pick up at The Pizza Shack. "I haven't seen you this despondent since that Thomas guy beat you in debate."

Alex scowled. "That debate was rigged." He said. "The judge was his debate coach!"

"Oh, for fuck sake, Alexander, focus." She said but then held up one finger before speaking into the phone. "I'd like to place an order for delivery, please." After a pause she went on. "Two large pies, one with sausage and black olives and one with ham and pineapple." After another shorter pause she thanked the order taker and hung up.

"You have 30 minutes." She said, shifting on the couch until she faced him. "Explain."

Alex looked at his childhood friend warily. He knew there was no way out of it now. She wasn't going to take 'leave me alone' for an answer and if he lied she'd know. He took a deep breath. "You know John Laurens?"

"That little freckled Puerto Rican guy that you're obsessed with?" Angelica said with a tilt of her head.

"I'm not obsessed with him, he's an intransigent, loud-mouthed, know-it-all." Alex argued. "We can't stand each other."

"Whatever." Angelica said, waving a dismissive hand. "What about him?"

"I kinda kissed him in the bathroom today." Alex said quickly and cringed.

Angelica's expression was blank for several seconds before her whole face seemed to widen. "You what?!" she shrieked. "Why?"

"I don't know!" Alex said loudly before reaching for a pillow and burying his face in it.

"How do you not know?" Angelica asked, tugging at the pillow. Alex lifted his head and looked at her, his expression completely miserable.

"I just don't." he moaned. "One minute we were awkwardly washing our hands and the next I had pressed him against the counter. I was probably possessed."

Angelica threw her head back and laughed. "Oh my god this is not funny, Ang!" Alex shouted.

"Yes it is." Angelica gasped. "It is super funny and Eliza owes me ten bucks."

"You bet on me?" Alex deadpanned.

"Technically I bet against you." Angelica replied. "I said that you would eventually nail him because he's as smart as you are and intelligence is basically your sexuality and Eliza rolled her eyes and pointed out that Laurens might not even be into guys and I said I wasn't sure it would matter and then we struck a wager."

"First of all, you are both horrible people and second of all, I did not nail him." Alex huffed. "We just kissed for like a minute. And third of all, it will never happen again. I hate him, remember."

"Did you do the lip biting thing?" Angelica asked with a knowing look. Rather than answer, Alex pressed his face into the pillow again. He could practically hear Angelica's eye roll as she said. "You are totally going to nail him." Alex blindly groped for another pillow and tossed it in Angelica's direction. She dodged it easily as the buzzer sounded through the apartment.

"Pizza time, dude." She said, heading for the door. "Where's your wallet?"

"Fuck you, Schuyler, pay for your own pizza." He said. The fact that his voice was muffled by a throw pillow took most of the sting out of the comment however. As did him ultimately throwing his wallet in the direction of her voice and saying "Give them a tip."

…

John was laying on his narrow bed, tossing a baseball in the air, listening to the conversation around him.

"I don't know why you guys don't just go home with me for spring break." Lafayette said. "We can drink! Legally!"

"Because me and Laurens don't have the money to go to fucking France." Hercules said good naturedly.

"Bitch, did I say anything about you paying?" Lafayette scoffed.

Herc shook his head. "Nah, man." He said. "You already try to pay for everything. If I can't make my own way, I'm not going."

Lafayette rolled his eyes and tossed a nerf ball at John. "Laurens, what is wrong with you, mon ami?" he said.

"Nothing." John said.

"You're awfully quiet for nothing." Herc said.

John held firm to his determination to never tell anyone what happened between him and Hamilton so he sat up and shrugged. "Just wondering if Lafayette can afford to buy himself some game." He said with a grin. The comment earned him another nerf ball.

"I'm French, dude." Lafayette said with a laugh. "I don't need game."

That put an end to their curiosity for the moment and they continued their banter long past when they all should have gone to bed.