John, Alex, Laf and Herc have been hanging out for a while but soon enough it was time for the first day of college. Alex started to get comfortable with this group of friends and has learned a few things.

John loves drawing and is amazing at it too, he also has a fascination with turtles. However no matter how many times Laf and Herc have suggested it, he never took an art major. Instead he is majoring in medicine, but he doesn't seem that excited about it.

Laf is majoring in theatre and he's actually really good at acting, which kinda scares Alex a bit because he could just be acting right now waiting for the perfect time to hurt him. He also learned that he is from France which explains the thick french accent.

Herc is a fashion design major which Alex would have never expected, like the guy looks as if he was a pro wrestler or bodybuilder. He did offer to tailor some clothes for Alex, as he thought that Alex didn't have enough stuff to survive. He also used Laf as a model a lot, so did John.

Oh, and he learned that Laf and Herc are a couple, also that John was super glad to not be the third wheel anymore.

When first day rolled around he had an idea of what to expect, lots of work, annoying classmates and the prick who made everyone's life horrible. Alex took a look at his schedule

Monday [Mock trial 12:00-12:50] [Law 1:00-2:00] [English 3:00-4:00]

Tuesday [History 9:00-10:20]

Wednesday [Mock trial 12:00-12:50] [Law 1:00-2:00] [English 3:00-4:00]

Thursday [History 9:00-10:20]

Friday [Mock trial 12:00-12:50] [Law 1:00-2:00] [English 3:00-4:00]

Alex grinned he loved the idea of a law major, and now with a minor of English and history it was perfect. Sadly Laf and Herc had morning classes, so he invited John over.

"Hey Alex!" John beamed, his smile is so beautiful. Wait did he just think that, no because there is no way he likes someone, they'd just get hurt. Alex shook his head trying to rid himself of the thoughts. "Alex buddy, ya good there?" Alex nodded a bit to enthusiastically than he had planned. Eventually he and John sat down on the couch.

"Alex." John had some seriousness in his tone, this is what Alex expected. Them alone and John confessing his hatred towards him. "Have you ever learned sign language?" Wait… what? That's not what he had anticipated, he assumed he looked shocked because John had already begun apologizing "sorry, sorry, sorry, it's just, my cousin is mute and he uses sign language to talk. So I was wondering if you knew some because then we could have conversations easier. But I don't want you to just feel pressured to learn because of me and I'm sorry, it was a bad idea"

If Alex was a speaker he would have cut him off, but he wasn't so he just sat there; listening to the whole rant. Alex grabbed his notebook to respond and he looked to see John watching him ever so intensely. He grabbed his pen (the cheap ones from the dollar store) and wrote.

{John, it's alright. I understand that you did not mean to offend me in any way, shape or form. Knowing this I do not take offense by anything you said, therefore you must not feel obliged to apologize. Also, to answer your question, sadly I have never learned sign language though I would not mind being taught if you had free time.

Ham}

John had read the letter relatively fast, and he looked in thought before speaking "I could teach you after your history classes, I have free time than" Alex nodded, deciding against turning down the offer. Soon enough it was time for Alex to head out, he waved goodbye to John and made his way to his first class.

Once there he took a seat near the back, they got picked less to answer questions. He noticed a man that sat next to him, very plain. He swore that this kid was some generic boring character from a tv show. The other man had decided to introduce himself "hello, my name is Aaron Burr I look forward to having this class with you" Aaron had held out his hand and Alex shook it for what he judged a decent time (3.425 seconds).

The man seemed to be awaiting his name and Alex panicked, quickly reaching for his notebook. Swiftly turning to the page from when he first met John. The man seemed to have a look of disbelief on his face "Alex, you know it's almost impossible to pass this class without talking. So you need to find a way to speak in front of everyone." Alex had not thought about that, but… if he had to talk, surely he wouldn't get hit right?

He opened his mouth to speak when suddenly a man wearing too much magenta one should be legally allowed to own barged in on their conversation "Aaron Burr, I believe you should be aware that that is my seat" Burr got up and left far quicker than Alex would have anticipated.

Soon this flamboyant man turned to Alex "and you who are you? Please don't tell me you're another talk less, smile more bullshitter like Burr" That really annoyed Alex, no one should talk about someone like that. He stood from his desk and spoke though his voice was scratchy from not being used often. "And who might you be to dictate how other people should act? Especially when you look like you got trucked with an eggplant" The other man only laughed "I like you, you got spunk. However you did say i looked like an eggplant so.." Alex barely had time to clear his confusion before he got a blow to the face.

Alex held a hand up to his cheek, that would definitely leave a bruise; he's learned to identify bruises from getting hit so much. The man sneered at him "what? Have nothing else to say? Why don't we start with names? I'm Thomas Jefferson" Alex didn't know what to do, it seemed the ma- Mr Jefferson wanted a response but he just hit him for talking. Wouldn't he get hit either way. It couldn't hurt, could it? "Alex Hamilton"

Thomas couldn't believe his ears, Alex?! That kid hasn't changed, all those snarky comments and that fiery attitude. He knew him in Seventh grade up until he left in Eighth, he wasn't very good at english so Thomas assumed he was an immigrant. " 'm sorry could you repeat that?" Alex gulped, did he want to hit him after making him talk, if that was the case he shouldn't be talking anymore. But what if not talking in this situation gets him hit, what should he do. It seems like no matter what he does it ends in him getting hit!

"His name is Alex Hamilton." This time it had been Burr talking. Thomas still couldn't believe it "wait, didn't you hate it when people called you Alex? Back in seventh you always went by Alexander, something about getting to close to people." Wait? Did this guy know him, hmm in seventh grade... that was when he first moved to America, He must've still had dreams then. Surely this guy would notice that he has changed…

Unless you pretend to be the same as your old self around him

Alex that's the only way for anyone to know your weaknesses

Alex decided he needed needed to do this, to keep his secret. Or else people would use it against him. He knew this man was waiting a response though "Well things change, and i go by Alex now. So never EVER call me Alexander" that should make him seem like his old self, especially since he hasn't seen him in years. "That's not like you Alex, why are you trying to sound threatening?" This is it, his cover was blown.

Just say you hate him, that'll make this easier. He won't have a reason for talking to you anymore

His voice was right, it was the only way out of this mess "That's because i don't like you, now get outta my face!" Thomas just stood there in shock, sure he picked on the boy back than but.. He was a changed man, he just wanted to make things right. Thomas shook his head, this is a sign from god that things were better before. If Alex wasn't going to like him, he might as well hate him. At least then he had control over why, then nothing Alex says will matter.

When class started Alex was so engrossed in the lesson, they learned of what to do in court and the teacher even showed them an example of a good defense and good prosecution. He didn't even notice Jefferson mumbling.

"As soon as this class is done you'll hate me Alex, just you wait."