Aaron was good at reading people. So when Alexander basically skipped into the classroom on Monday, Aaron knew something was going good for him.
"What's up with you?" Aaron asked with a smile.
Alexander just giggled. "Nothing much."
Aaron recognized the look on Alex's face. "Wait a minute. You're in love, aren't you?" Alexander giggled again. "Sweet Jesus..." Aaron grinned, understanding the feeling. (But that shall be explained later)
"Hello students," Mr. Washington called, starting the class. "Now, today is the annual Debate Kickoff. And, as some of you know, on the first day, we don't have any 'normal' debates." A few upperclassmen in the room cheered, but Alexander just turned to Aaron with a confused look.
"Just wait for it," Aaron smirked, holding up a finger (the index one! Geez!).
"For all of the new students who don't know," Mr. Washington continued. "The first debate of the year is what we call 'Debate Kickoff'. What we do is pit two students against each other but put them in place of two historical figures who debated long ago. The fun part is: the debate has to be a performance of some kind." All the students in the room began murmuring in excitement. Even Alexander looked like he had an idea already. "Now this performance can be a play, song and dance, whatever you want."
"Can I do a rap?" Two voices asked at once. One was Alexander, which surprised Aaron to an extent. The other was that southern mother-
"Of course you can," Mr. Washington said. "And since you're both so eager, you can go against each other." Aaron expected at least one of them to be angry about that, but they both seemed quite pleased with themselves.
"This is going to be fun," Alex told Aaron when the class ended.
"I'm totally gonna beat him in that debate," Thomas boasted when him and James stepped into their dorm room.
James coughed into his handkerchief (a fancier one from France that Thomas gave him) and sat on the couch. Then he sighed, "Sure, Thomas." The taller boy frowned and shook his hair away from his face. "Some stuff happened with Hamilton over the weekend." Thomas perked up and hopped onto the couch.
"What'd you get, Jemmy?" Thomas asked excitedly. James smiled at the nickname and Thomas' happiness.
"I spied on him and his friends in the cafe on Saturday and found some stuff out," James started. "First of all, he stared dating someone named John Laurens." Thomas gasped and grinned. "He's also afraid of storms."
Thomas took a deep breath as if he was going to say something, then began laughing.
"Wait...seriously?" Thomas asked between giggles. "Storms? That's so stupid."
"Yes, I guess it is, but," James coughed a few times. "I didn't get the context of the situation so we don't know if there's a reason for-"
"You aren't suggesting that we don't use this amazing information?" Thomas pretended to be shocked. James just shrugged and raised an eyebrow. "Fine," Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose. "We'll wait on this one. Because I like you." Thomas stood to leave, patting James on the head as he did.
"Where are you going?" James wondered, hurrying to follow Thomas.
"If we can't use the information that you got on Hamilton," the taller boy said, opening the front door. "Then we'll use what I know on someone he knows."
So...this chapter sucks. But I have something planned that needed to be instigated by Thomas in this chapter. Also, yes, I am talking about Theodosia.