I opened my eyes as I heard a soft buzz coming from John's nightstand. Oh, I left my phone there. I untangled myself from John, then grabbed my phone. Thomas was calling. Wait, why the hell was Thomas calling?

How the hell did Jefferson get my number?

I groaned and walked to my room, then answered it.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked sharply.

"It's past eight Alexander. I told you not to be late."

"I overslept, I'm sorry." Apologizing to his enemy. Well, there's a first for everything isn't there?

"Don't let it happen again. Get here quick, or I might just go to your dorm and visit John too." I'm going to kill him. It's official.

"Fine." I say before hanging up. I quickly throw on some clothes, then race out the door. This might be the worst thing that's every happened to me. Well...Maybe not the absolute worst. But it's definitely up there.

I could barely believe what I was seeing when I walked into the coffee shop. Thomas had abandoned his usual purple clothing, and was wearing a gray hoodie and jeans. Much like what I was wearing, except my hoodie was black.

"Hi." I say as I sit down in front of him.

"Why hello there." Thomas says, smiling brightly at me. "I've put a lot of thought into your first task."

"Wait, Wait." I say, interrupting him. "I need to know something. How long to I have to be your servant or whatever?"

"For as long as I want." He responds smugly. I opened my mouth to respond, but he beat me to it.

"I have rules, Hamilton. The first one is no arguing. The second is, shut the hell up when I tell you to. You talk way too much." He says. I have to bite my tongue so I don't snap and lash out. Think of John. You're doing this for him, so you can stay with him. If he found out he'd hate you for being stupid. Right? Definitely.

"Hmm, third rule! You must always do as I say, or this" he takes out the letter and waves it around "will be everywhere."

"Fine. I accept the rules." I grumble. He claps his hands together.

"Perfect! Okay, your first task! Hm...What was it?" Thomas sighs a little. "I forgot. Maybe it'll come to me later. But, anyway! For now you just have to do little tasks. Like, bringing me coffee when I want you to. Also, I like my coffee with a splash of milk and sugar, just so you know."

I blinked at him. Oh god this is going to be torture.

"Okay." I say. "Anything else, as of right now? Your majesty?"

"Hm. I'm ignoring that last bit. But can you tell Laffy to please hang out with me more often? He's a cool cousin. Also, why do you guys end your letters with Sincerely Me?" Thomas says. Then he smiles and gets up before I can even respond. I groan and smack my head on the table. I saw the three Schuylers look at me from around the cafe. They all worked at the same coffee place. I sigh and get up to leave.

This was going to be a horrid year.

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John tackled me as soon as I walked through the door.

"Where have you been?! I WAS WORRIED!" He says, narrowing his eyes at me.

"I was getting coffee with Thomas." I say, trying to get up. But John pushed me back down, then got up.

"At least try to think of a lie I would believe." He huffed.

"I'm not lying, I swear." I say as I get up. I wrap my arms around his stomach and rest my chin on his shoulder.

"You hate Thomas." John says.

"We have to work together at some point, why not start now? I was trying to be nice." I say. Can you imagine? Being nice to Thomas?

"Wait, really?" John asks, turning around to look at me.

"Yes, really." I say.

"What parallel universe have I been sucked in to?" John asks, laughing a little. "Wow! You're trying to be nice to Jefferson? Like actually?"

I nod a little. But I was slowly dying inside. "Yeah! Totally!"

(We're going to time skip a week, and we're still in Alex's POV)

I sigh as I get a text from Thomas. He had asked me to get him lunch, and now he wanted something else. I was already late to meet John, what else could this ass want?

Thomas: Can you stay over for a little bit when you drop of the food? I wanna talk to someone, and Jemmy is upset with me :(

Oh god.