"Thomas? I'm here." I call out, stepping into the dorm. I looked around, and soon found where he was. Thomas was laying down face-first on the couch. He said something, but his voice was muffled.

"I can't hear you dude." I sigh and walk over, putting his lunch on the table.

Thomas grumbled and lifted his head up. "Me and Jemmy got into a fight. I said sorry, but he just walked away."

He looked like he had been crying. I mean...I still totally hated this dude but...still. What was I supposed to do now?

"I don't know how to help you. I mean, this isn't something I can even help you with." I say, walking around the room, then standing a few feet away from the couch. Did I just make it worse? I think I made it worse. I'm usually good with words, what's the deal Alex?

"Shut up." Thomas growls, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at me. "I don't need you to help with that. I just wanted someone to talk to."

I roll my eyes and throw the pillow back at him. "Whatever. Knowing you it'll just be me trying to get a word in while you yap about your sob story."

Thomas narrowed his eyes and smirked when he caught the pillow. "Oh it's on now Hamilton." He picked up the pillow, then smacked me with it.

"Hey!" I picked up another pillow and smacked him with it. He returned the favor.

Oh my god, I'm having a pillow fight with my enemy. I thought. I couldn't help but laugh though. And he was laughing too. Wow. I was having fun. I mean, it wasn't that strange of a concept. I always had fun hanging out with John and Laf, and Herc. And John. Speaking of John, I needed to get to our dorm soon. He wanted to go somewhere...I think. I can't really remember.

I heard someone snickering, and I stopped hitting Thomas with the pillow. He got a revenge smack though, but then he stopped too. We both looked in the direction of the snickering. Oh no.

Lafayette was watching us, with Herc at his side. I felt my cheeks heat up, and they both exploded with laughter. I'll never hear the end of this. Ever.

"Oh my god." Herc says as he supports Laf. Of course, Lafayette was laughing too hard to say anything, and also using Herc as a support so he didn't fall over.

"Oh no." I heard Thomas mumble. I looked over, and his cheeks were as red as mine were. I guess he didn't want to be caught having a pillow fight with his enemy either.

Laf straightened out in a split second. "IM TELLING JOHN!" He yelled, then he raced out of the dorm.

"H-Hey! Wait!" I shouted as I ran after him. "LAF! SLOW DOWN!"

"Jamais! Je dis à John!" Laf yelled in response. We soon arrived at our dorm, but Laf was faster. He burst through the door and ran into John's room.

"JOHN! I found Alex!" Laf says as I crash into John's room. He jumped a little, but then put down his book and looked at us.

"Uh-Huh. Alex, where were you? We were supposed to go to the library together." John says, frowning a little.

"Oh...shit. I forgot. I'm sorry." I stand up and look at the ground.

"He was having a pillow fight with Thomas!" Laf announced cheerfully.

"What?" John asked. "You missed our d-, I mean our outing to the library for a pillow fight with Jefferson!?"

Laf cleared his throat. "I Uh...Left mom amour, I mean Herc, at Thomas's." And then he was gone. Wait, Mon amour means my love. I looked at Laf just as he ran out the door.

"I'm sorry, I did forget. Truly. I'm sorry." I say. John just stares at me.

"Are you serious?" John asks, "What has gotten into you? This past week you've been spending so much time with Jefferson, you used to hate the guy!"

"Well I never said I didn't hate him. He just needed some cheering up today! He's been having trouble with Jem-...James." Yeah. I messed up big time. Damn you Thomas.

"Are you kidding me?" John stood up, then shut the door. "Alex, I'm gonna ask you something. And you better be honest, because this past week you've been spending so much time with Jefferson. And you're always either getting coffee with him, or studying, or something! Are you cheating on me with Thomas fucking Jefferson?"

"What?! No! Ew!" I almost gag at the thought. It's a miracle I didn't throw up my lunch. I can't even imagine going on a date with Thomas. Well, I mean unless the coffee outings counted as dates. They might have looked like dates to other people, but me and Thomas were both in a relationship. Not with each other.

"John. Look at me." I take his hands and kiss his forehead. "I'm sorry, Okay? I wish I could explain but...I just...I'm scared you'll hate me. With what Thomas told me when he found out...something, and just the general mistake I made."

"Alexander, please. Just tell me. It'll all be easier that way." John says softly. This was my chance. I could tell him, and this would all be over. He would help me make Thomas go away. I opened my mouth, but then a phone rang.

No, no no! I thought angrily as John let go of my hands and looked at his phone. What the hell?! ONE MORE FUCKING MINUTE YOU ASSHOLE PHONE!

John looks at me, then sighs. "I'm sorry. I have to go to class now. But you are going to tell me later. Don't hide this from me. I'm not gonna hate you."

And then he was gone. I sighed and sat down on the floor. I wanted to cry. I wanted to smash something. It was just mixture of anger and sadness, and I didn't no what to do with it. But I found out that out of everything, I just wanted to talk to someone. And that someone was Thomas, which made me feel even worse. Fuck Thomas. Fuck me for letting Thomas get to those letters. But still, fuck Thomas. I mean, he's not that bad of a person...But still. Fuck him.

Even while thinking that, I took out my phone and texted him.

You: Can I talk to you about John, or is that weird?

The reply came sooner than I thought it would.

Thomas: You can come back to my dorm if you want, I owe you for cheering me up. Also, why did Laf run back in screaming in French?

You: ITs Laf, how can you ever know? (Also, did you hear what he said?).

Thomas: Well I only know a little French, but it was something like "Amour, John is mad at Alex"

You: Wait, amour means love :O

Thomas: :O

I laughed a little as I got up and started to walk to Thomas's dorm again. The door was still open for some reason, and Thomas was laying on the couch again.

"Not afraid about some creepers walking in?" I asked before stepping inside.

"Nah. I could fight them off." Thomas says, rolling his eyes.

"I'm sure you could. Hey, wait, didn't I beat you in a fight once? Me? Alexander? The tiny person?"

"Okay, that is not fair. You literally pounced on me like a...What does Laf call you again?" Thomas sits up and looks at me.

"Petit lion." I answer, laughing. "And you beat me in debate, so I was mad."

"Yeah, well, you got me back. A million times." Thomas smirked a little.

"A million and one, Thomas. You can't forget that." I smiled and got up to get some water.

"Oh, right. Yes. That one time is so important." I could almost hear Thomas rolling his eyes. I shake my head a little as I get a glass of water. A week ago I couldn't stand him, but now look at me. I was hanging out with my nemesis in his dorm.

Crazy, right?