When they entered the classroom most of the teachers were there. The science teacher was missing though.

There were two teacher's desks in the front of the classroom. They used to be smaller, but ever since Hamilton became one of the main debaters they had to get bigger desks for all his paperwork.

It was really easy to see that the desk that was furthest away from the door was Hamilton. "Is he a workaholic or something?" Thomas asked carefully. James had really scared him out there.

James didn't want to answer him so he just sat down by their desk and laid the two sheets that they had taken with to use as notes.

The door opened behind them and Mr Washington and Hamilton stepped. They both looked mildly pissed off and James began wondering if they may have Mr Washington leaning over to their side. Hamilton had somehow managed to write three more pages to add to his other fifty million that was already on his desk.

When Hamilton passed James he smiled at him to be friendly but James only glared back at him. Hamilton took the hint.

The debate started like all the others. Mr Washington presented both sides to the audience and each other. He then presented the subject and said who was going first, but the debaters already knew all of this.

Thomas was the first one out. He made some good points, insulted Hamilton a bit and did, all in all, relatively well.

Hamilton, on the other hand, started his part with straight up insulting Thomas. It took him a half minute to even get to his points.

Thomas looked disgusted, but James didn't bat an eye. He was so used to Hamilton acting like this that the most of a reaction that he gave was coughing every now and then.

In the end, Hamilton had made fun of both James and Thomas, and Thomas had almost started a fist fight. The teachers had left and had a "just-another-Monday" look on their face.

Mr Washington had asked both parties to come over to him and as the last teacher walked out and closed the door James himself ready for the yelling. "Mr Hamilton and Mr Jefferson," he started in a calm voice. "What was that?!"

"You have now known each other for ten minutes at max and you begin insulting each other?! You are adults and this is how you act? I'm highly disappointed in both of you,"

After the yelling, Thomas was given his map and they left the classroom.

"The teachers didn't seem to be mad though, " Thomas pointed out to James. "Well, since Hamilton joined the debate team the situation that just occurred has happened every single time,"

"I don't understand how anyone can like him. He shouted at me before he even knew anything about me,"

"There is Hamilton for you, " James said as they rounded the corner.

Longer down the hallway, James spotted A. Schuyler handing out papers. He quickly realized that the papers were invitations the yearly Schuyler party that they had at the beginning of every year.

James wasn't usually the social type of person and especially at parties. He tried it out during freshman year but decided it wasn't for him. He was, however, to polite to say no if they were to ask him, so he had been avoiding them every year since.

"We need to go," James told Thomas and began tugging on his sweater and pointing at the stairs.

"Why?" he asked. He looked over in Schuyler's detection. "Are you afraid of that girl?"

"No, but she is going to invite us to a party and I don't want to go,"

"Just say no thanks then,"
"It's not that easy. Let's just go,"

James then grabbed Thomas' arm and began dragging him towards the stairs. He was stopped halfway in his tracks as he saw E. Schuyler walking up the stairs. They made eye contact and James took a step back.

"Oh, hi James, " she said. She had this soft and sweet voice that made everyone like her, whether it was platonically or romantically.

"Schuyler,"
"You weren't trying to hide from me and my sisters were you?"
"No," he lied.

She smiled. "Good. Here," she said and handed James two invitations. "I know you don't really like these party things, but I really hope that you could come,"

"Of course," he said and fake smiled. "I'm guessing this is your friend," she said to Thomas and held out her hand for him. "Thomas Jefferson," he said and shook it. "Nice to meet you. I'm Elizabeth Schuyler,"

She noticed that they were holding hand and began feeling guilty. "Oh, I didn't that you were a couple. My apologies,"

James then realized that they had been holding hands this whole time. He quickly let go of Thomas' hand and looked at him in disgust. "We are not a couple!" he tells her then stormed down the stairs. He could hear Schuyler apologizing from the top of the stairs as he left.

James had headed back to the dorm room to clean up some of last nights mess before his first class. It was only the beginning of the day and he already wanted to go to bed. Most of his classes started midday so he could use his time to plan and get ready for debating with Hamilton.

James was the placeholder for the previous debater. He had been recommended to help out finding a new debater since it could take up to a month. James just guessed that it would be hard since they had to be informed to debate against Hamilton and about nobody wanted that.

Thomas, on the other hand, was a person who loved to put people in their place. James knew this and took advantage of the situation they were in, to get what he wanted. He didn't know how hard it would be though.

"She seemed nice," Thomas said as he entered the dorm room. James didn't reply. He was too embarrassed by the situation to even say anything. Thomas didn't like that. He began helping James cleaning up.

"You know it would be easier if you actually talked to your friend,"

James dropped the book he was holding. His eyes were wide open in surprise, yet cold in anger. The book hitting the floor caught Thomas' attention so he looked up. He saw James looking down at him with pure aggression. "You are not my friend,"

Right after saying that James had left and was now right outside the classroom an hour before he needed to be. He saw that A. Schuyler was still handing out invitations and Hamilton leaving Mr Washington's office, seeing Schuyler and making a 180-degree turn and walking at a high speed away from her.

"Alexander," she shouted when she saw him trying to avoid her. He stopped in his tracks and James rolled his eyes.

"Great. Drama, " he mumbled to himself.

"Angie! Hi, I didn't see you there,"
Nice lie Hamilton, totally believable.

"I hope I'm going to see you at our party next Saturday,"
"About that..."