Thomas

Laurens was back. He had been suspended for a couple of days, but he was back, now. The air was notably tenser from the moment he walked into the building. I was worried that Alexander would attempt to argue with Laurens like he had done with Eliza and Lafayette.

Alexander had sat next to me in home room again, but he didn't really acknowledge each other until Laurens came through the door. I kept my head down as I watched him sit at a desk across the room. Alexander turned to me with a questioning look on his face. I wrote him a note.

That's John Laurens. He's an asshole.

Alexander snorted and smirked a bit. I blushed when I realized that I had been the cause of that. Alexander responded with:

In what sense?

In every sense. He's a bully. He's racist, sexist, xenophobic, and really homophobic. Ironic that Lafayette can control him if he wants.

Alexander pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows. He glanced between my note and Laurens. He looked as if he was about to stand and yell at Laurens, but he thankfully stayed put in his seat. Instead, Alexander hummed and turned back to me.

"I'll try to avoid him, then," Alexander whispered.

"Smart," I muttered.

"Hmph," Alexander grinned. "Smart is all I am."

I smiled at him.


Alexander

I didn't want to sit alone at lunch. It was strange, I had sat alone every time before, but, for some reason, I didn't want to risk it now. So, I took my lunchbox, my book, and my determination, and walked right up to Thomas and his friends.

They stared at me in confusion and a tiny bit of fear, and I looked right at Thomas when I said, "I'm sitting by you."

Due to Thomas' darker skin, it was a little difficult to tell if he was blushing or not. He glanced at his friends, who nodded, and squeaked out a quiet, "Okay."

So, I sat next to Thomas on the stairs.

Thomas' friends introduced themselves as James Madison and Maria Lewis. Aside from that, the three of them were awfully quiet. I couldn't tell if they didn't talk because I was there, or if they were always like this.

Instead of talking, I opted to look around the room. It seemed like a fairly average lunchroom to me. I saw Eliza at a table of cliché popular girls, Lafayette and Mulligan sitting together at a table of other football players, and Laurens in a corner by himself. It may seem strange that I searched specifically for my enemies, but it's helpful to know where they are at all times. Keep your enemies closer and all that.

Because of this, I noticed right away when Lafayette led Mulligan over to Laurens. Lafayette began to talk to Laurens, and although Laurens' face showed disgust, he still seemed to listen to whatever Lafayette said to him.

"Um...is that normal?" I asked Thomas. He looked up from his food at me.

"What?" I nodded towards Lafayette and Laurens. "Oh. That's not good," Thomas mumbled. We watched the conversation between Laurens and Lafayette from afar. Laurens shook his head at one point, but appeared to hesitate when Lafayette said something else to him. Laurens gave a small nod, and Lafayette and Mulligan walked away.

I could've sworn all three of them looked at me.

"What do you think they were talking about?" I wondered.

"Something bad," Thomas replied. "If Lafayette and Laurens are talking, it probably means someone is going to get hurt. Probably someone that pissed Lafayette off."

"Someone like me, then."

"...Yes."

"Great. I'll watch my back."

"Smart."

I smirked at him. "Need I remind you that smart is all I am?" He smiled at me in return, albeit a bit shyly.

"Of course not."


Lafayette

"He's sitting by that Jefferson kid," I said, glancing at Hamilton, who was eating lunch on the stairs with the other outcasts. "He's desperate." Hercules looked up at him, too.

"Yup."

"Do you think they're actually friends?"

"I dunno."

"Ugh, even I know he can do better than that. Definitely not our level, but better." Hercules nodded. "Still, he needs to learn his lesson." Hercules nodded again. I pursed my lips in thought, and ended up gaining a kiss. "Hercules!" I giggled.

"'M sorry." I waved it off.

"Laurens is back, yes?"

"Yeah."

"I want to talk to him." Hercules hesitated, but unwrapped his arms from around me. I stood and made my way to where Laurens sat, with Hercules following me.

Laurens was was drawing in a sketchbook when I got to him, so, to get his attention, I slammed my hand on top of his drawing, but I was careful not to smudge it too much. Laurens quickly looked up and nearly stood to fight, but, when he saw who was in front of him, he merely glared at me.

"What do you want?" Laurens asked, his voice low.

"I need you to do something for me," I said. Laurens rolled his eyes.

"Why would I want to do something for a fag like you?" I began to tear the page in his sketchbook. A minuscule glint of panic flashed in Laurens' eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, for one, never call me that again. Understand?" Laurens rolled his eyes again, but nodded slightly. "Good. Second, I know how fond you are of hurting people, so I have a prop...proposition for you." Laurens smirked when the English word escaped me for a moment.

"What would that prop-proposition be?" I scowled at Laurens.

"There's a new kid who thought he could step to me. Alexander Hamilton. He's in our home room. I want you to teach him a lesson."

"Hmm..." Laurens shook his head. "No."

"Fine," I sighed. "I've been told that your dad cut you off so you can't buy anymore weed. I can pay you. What do you say?" Laurens hesitated, then nodded.

"$200."

"Deal."

"Where is he?"

"On the stairs." Without another word, I turned with a flourish and gestured for Hercules to follow me back to our table.

"Do you think he'll actually do it?" Hercules asked me.

"Of course he will," I answered. "He's working for me, after all." I smiled proudly and looked over at Hamilton. This was going to be fun.


I don't condone doing drugs, by the way.