Goodnight, Alex." Laf said. Herc and Laf had walked with Alex to his dorm before heading to their own.
"'Night, guys." He said softly, shutting the door.
"Laf? Do you think he'll be alright?" Herc asked as they walked back to their dorm.
"Alex is strong. He'll be okay." Laf replied as they walked into their dorm.
"You sure?"
"Of course I am sure. He told us John said doesn't blame him, which already makes the situation better, doesn't it? John doesn't blame him."
Herc shrugged. "I suppose."
Laf looked at the clock. "How is it already ten?"
"We had a busy night." Herc replied. "Goodnight, Laf. I'm heading to bed. Don't forget we still have classes tomorrow."
"Goodnight." Laf said before going to his room.
Alex sighed, collapsing on the couch. How is it possible that he doesn't blame me for that? He pulled his computer out and began typing. I'll have to watch the time...I told John I wouldn't stay up so late…
After an hour he reluctantly put his computer away, then went to his room and collapsed on his bed, instantly falling into a dreamless sleep.
He woke up the next morning and saw a text from John.
'They'll be letting me out of the hospital later today, do you think you can pick me up?'
'Yeah.' Alex texted back. 'I can do it after classes, though I'll have to ask Herc and Laf if I can borrow their car.'
'Right. Okay, thanks. Love you.'
'Love you too.' Alex texted back. He climbed out of bed and grabbed some frozen waffles out of the freezer, popping them into the toaster and then starting the coffee pot. It's so quiet without John… Alex thought. At least he'll be back later today.
The waffles popped out of the toaster and Alex put them on his plate, covering them in syrup and sat down with his coffee mug in hand. I have debate class today, don't I? Alex realized. Finally, something fun.
He shoveled the waffles down and poured another cup of coffee into his travel mug, then began the trek across campus to debate.
Alex walked in, taking a seat in the front when he had an unpleasant surprise walk through the door. Thomas Jefferson is in this class with me? Wonderful.
Jefferson spotted Alex and stalked over, slamming his hands on the desk. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, what's it look like?" Alex replied, rolling his eyes. "I'm here for class."
"You're just an immigrant. Shouldn't you be learning to drive garbage trucks or something?" Jefferson spat. "Oh wait, I forgot. You can hardly drive a car."
"I can drive a car perfectly well." Alex growled.
"Really?" Jefferson smirked. "Then what was that whole story about you going in the middle of an intersection, causing a huge crash? Yeah, that really sounds like you can drive a car just fine. Really, you should've died. It would've rid the world of one more incapable person."
Alex stood up, scowling. "Say that again."
"Gladly," Jefferson replied. "The world would've been better off with one less incapable immigrant." He said, staring directly at Alex.
Alex swung first, narrowly missing Jefferson as he stepped out of the way.
Thomas grabbed Alex, pulling him forward and making him roll over the top of the desk, falling to the floor. Alex tried to push himself off the floor, but Thomas kicked him in the side.
Alex let out a groan of pain.
"So you could handle a car crash but you can't handle this?" Jefferson taunted, throwing yet another punch.
"Enough with the car crash, for god's sake." Alex replied, pulling himself off the floor and lunging himself at Jefferson, managing to land a hit squarely on his jaw.
"For someone so small, you sure hit hard." Thomas said, rubbing his jaw. "So, what were you doing in that car anyway?" He said, if only to piss Alex off. "Were you trying to get yourself killed? Or were you trying to get Laurens killed?"
Alex clenched his fists. Thomas saw and continued.
"Because I bet he's really thanking you for it right now." He continued, scraping away at Alex's last bit of self control. "He's probably wishing he were dead, after dealing with such a horrible person like you."
Alex lost it. "Leave John out of this!" He screamed, lunging himself at Jefferson and yanking his hair, pulling him backwards.
"Ow, Hamilton, get off!" Thomas snarled as Alex continued to pull on his hair.
"You brought this on yourself." Alex replied, punching Jefferson.
Alex had loosened his grip by punching him, so Thomas took his chance and whirled around, shoving him to the floor. And that was when the teacher walked in.
"Gentlemen! What are you doing?" Alex was sprawled on the floor, with Jefferson standing over him, his fist raised menacingly over Alex. "Get in your seats! I will not tolerate messing around."
Alex scrambled up and sat in his seat. The teacher began going over what was expected in class, including being respectful, at which point he glared at Thomas and Alex.
Alex sighed. Who does Jefferson think he is? Why would he say that? I would never hurt John… He clenched and unclenched his fists. This is going to be a long day… He sat through class trying to pay attention to what Professor Washington was saying, but his thoughts kept going off in different directions for the rest of class.
As soon as class was done he raced out of the classroom, glad to be out of the same room as Thomas, and glad to be going to pick John up. He went over to Herc and Laf's dorm and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" He heard Herc yell.
Alex walked in to see Herc sitting on the couch, Laf curled up close to him. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?"
"No," Herc shook his head. "Did you need something?"
"Yeah. Can I borrow your car? John's getting released from the hospital and needs to get picked up."
Herc and Laf seemed to glance at each other. "Do you really think that's a good idea?" Laf asked.
"What? Do you think I can't drive a car?" Alex exclaimed. "First Jefferson, now you?!"
"Alex, calm down," Herc replied. "You can borrow the car, okay?"
"Thank you." Alex replied, grabbing the keys off the counter and heading out the door.
He got to the hospital and saw John standing in the lobby with a big plastic boot on.
"So," Alex said, walking up to him. "What's broken?"
"A few toes, and my leg is sprained, so I'll be wearing the boot for the next few weeks."
"That's not too bad. Are you ready to go, then?"
"Yeah," John replied, leaning in and pecking Alex on the cheek. "Thanks for picking me up."
"No problem," Alex replied, grinning. "Let's go."
Here is chapter 11! So, I don't have this entire thing planned out, so if there's something you would like to see happen, PM me and I'll try to incorporate it in the story! I love seeing all you reviews, and I'll see you next chapter!