The weeks went by quickly. John visited me as often as he could, even though I told him to at least do work while he was here. He did, most of the time.
Thomas never bothered to stop by. I was wrong about us being fiends, of course. I couldn't be friends with Thomas Jefferson! I can't believe I even thought that! I was so stupid. About everything. And of course, it took me weeks to realize it. And now I can't walk too.
Jefferson is an asshole, and always will be. He only helped prove my point after I got out of the hospital.
—After He Got Out Of The Hospital(I'm so clever, also this is Alex's POV)—
I winced a little as Herc lifted me out of the car and into the wheelchair. I would have to use it until my legs were fixed. If...If they ever got fixed.
"You good?" Herc asked as I shifted in the wheelchair.
"Yep. I'm okay." I mumble as John and Laf get out of the car and rush over. John had told me the supposed plans for the rest of the school year.
He would push me around in the wheelchair when needed, but during the school day Aaron Burr would help me out. I kept trying to tell him I would be fine, but he wouldn't listen. Of course, Aaron would probably be much happier without having to help me. So I'll just tell him that. Or lie and say John told me to say forget it.
"...dinner?" John looked at me expectantly.
"What?" I asked. I must have been spacing out.
"I asked if you wanted to go out for dinner later? Me, you, Herc, and Laf?" John smiles at me as we made our way into the dorm building.
"Yeah, definitely." I returned John's smile. For someone who is paralyzed from the waist down, I'm pretty happy right now. John isn't absolutely pissed anymore, and he doesn't mind us being out as a couple. And Herc totally has feelings for Laf still. Me and John just have to get them together somehow. We'll be matchmakers for once.
"Great! For now you have to work on catching up though. I don't have any of your classes, but maybe you could ask Thomas." John says. He pushes me into the elevator. Herc and Laf have disappeared somewhere.
"Ugh. Fine." I sigh. "Might as well just get it over with. Let's go see if he's in his dorm." John nodded and pushed my chair out into the hallway when the elevator stopped.
"Time to face the demon, right?" John says when we get to Thomas's dorm. I laugh a little, then reach out and knock.
Thomas opened the door, and I couldn't help the scowl that creeped on to my face. Thomas looked surprised to see me. Or maybe he was surprised to see John. Or both.
"Hi Alex. I was wondering where you went that night, nobody ever told me anything." Thomas says.
"Yeah, Okay. I'm just here for the work from the past few weeks. I'm assuming you can give me your notes with the assignments?" I say, reaching up and squeezing John's hand. He was pissed at Thomas.
"I don't have notes. And I'm assuming John knows now too?" Thomas changes the subject. I see him look at mine and John's hands.
"Yeah, I told him. When I was in the hospital." I say. I'm assuming he's talking about the note. I mean, what else is there? Unless he's lying.
"Really? You're still together after we kissed? I mean, you said you'd break up with him for me. I guess you weren't true to your word." Thomas looks at me in disgust. What the fuck.
"What?" Me and John ask at the same time. He takes his hand away from mine and steps back.
"Jefferson what the hell are you talking about?" I hiss, now mad as fuck. "I wouldn't kiss you even if my life was on the line. And apparently, after hanging out with you for a day and pretending to be your friend, it was." I motion to my legs.
Thomas smirked. He fucking smirked. I wanted to tear that smirk off his face. Then he leaned down to look me in the eye.
"You aren't intimidating when you're all the way down here, Hamilton. Although, it's not much of a change for your height. But you can't fight anyone anymore, can you? I guess, in a way, you've lost the most important thing you had."
"You're wrong Jefferson, as usual." I couldn't help the smugness in my voice. "I haven't lost my words. I haven't lost my friends, or John. Who I love by the way, and would never hurt. And let's be real" I smirked. "I could still beat you in a fight, with or without my legs. Why? Because you're a pussy, and I'm better than you. In every. Fucking. Way."
"I'd like to see you try and fight me, you bastard immigrant." Thomas said in a low voice. I could see the anger brewing underneath the surface. Now would be the time to run, if I could.
"Anytime Jefferson, anytime." I say, sitting back in my wheelchair. My eye twitched from his words. Bastard Immigrant. I felt John step back up behind me, and I felt proud. I could still kick Jefferson's ass in a debate. I always will. He would lose to a baby penguin.
But, I will learn time and time again. He still has the upper hand. Of course, I learned that agin as he kicked the side of my wheelchair. Hard. And it being not the most sturdy thing ever, it went toppling over. And so did I. John shouted and tried to catch it, or me. But I still was now laying in the hall, unable to move. I looked up, and Jefferson was standing above me. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Great job Hamilton. Learn how to shut your mouth sometime, how about that?
He smirked again, but the next thing wasn't what I expected. He didn't kick me, he picked me up by the collar of my shirt. Yeah this is when I die.
"Don't speak to me like that ever again Hamilton. I still have that goddamned letter. And I know exactly who to call if you cross the line. I don't care if you are a crippled now, I will still beat your ass if I wanted to. So don't test me again." And with that, he dropped me. I shouted in pain as I crumpled to the floor. Sure, I couldn't feel my legs. But I did have other injuries because of that damn car. I heard Thomas's door slam shut, and John was by my side in an instant. Don't think about what he said, think about John. John will always have your back. Right? Always and forever.
"Alex, Alex. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. He hit me, and I hit him back, but then he pushed me and I was just scared and surprised and I'm so sorry." All of his words came out in a rush.
"It's okay John...Please Tell me you didn't believe him about the damn kiss. He's a liar. And, and-" I might have just gone on a rant about how terrible Jefferson is, but John interrupted me.
"I did for a second, but then I remembered who we were talking to." He kisses me, then John carefully lifts me back up into the chair with ease. I wasn't very heavy.
I lifted my head to look at him, and he kissed me again. It was just a short kiss, but it was still a kiss from him.
"Thank you. For punching him." I say as we went back to our dorm.
"No problem. I've never before seen why you hated him so much. But now I hate him too." John grumbles as he tries to hold open the door and push me inside at the same time.
"I've got it." I say as I wheel myself into the dorm. John sighs in relief and walks in after me. "Geez, it's late." I comment, looking at the clock.
"Oh wow. Yeah, it is. Did you wanna sleep with me? Or in your own room?" John asks, sitting on the edge of the couch.
"I would much rather be with you. Under any circumstances." I say, smiling a little. He smiles back. Even though I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to smile right now. Neither do I, but I have to at least pretend I'm okay. I'm sure it's easy to tell that I'm not. But...I'll try for John. I would do anything for him. This whole Jefferson dilemma is just really infuriating.
"Well, let's go then." John goes to push my wheelchair, but I shake my head. I was gonna have to get used to doing things myself. Might as well start here. I went to John's room, with him following close behind me.
After a few painful minutes we finally got me onto the bed, and now I'm cuddled up next to John. As much as I can be. I can't tell if his legs are resting on mine or not, I just feel his arm around my middle.
It was comforting to be with John. If he wasn't here, I would be writing.
I would be writing...I guess that's the truth. No matter how many times I say I'll take a break...I won't. I think with a small sigh. John squeezes me a little, but I can tell he's tired. I am too. So I just let myself fall asleep, dreaming about my first night here. So much has happened since then. But the memory is still crystal clear.
Meeting Lafayette, Herc, and John seemed so long ago. But I'll remember that night for the rest of my days. The three playing twister until I scared them on accident. The missing mattress, and having to sleep on the beanbag chair. Now that I'm thinking of it...I never did find out what happened to that mattress. Huh.
Hey guys! I'm thinking I might find a way to end this in a few chapters or so. I might have a prequel or a sequel (on John and Alex's life, or how the trio met), but I'm not sure. Anywho, I'm working on another story right now. I might just publish the first chapter, and see if you like it. But, thanks for the reviews :D You guys are awesome.