Alex POV

The next day I sat in the dorm reading my email,  making sure no one had sent anything important overnight, when John stumbled out of his room, holding his head and a bottle of aspirin. 

"God, I cannot feel my head. What exactly did I drink last night, antifreeze? Alex, tell me, did I do anything I might regret last night?" 

I panicked for a second as I struggled to find a believable excuse. "No, you just kept mumbling about how the representation of turtles in Finding Nemo was completely inaccurate." Jesus Alex, where'd that excuse come from?

"Oh thank God. Sometimes when I get drunk I do stupid stuff, like try to sing all parts of Miranda: the Musical at once."

"Ok, well we did sing a really awful rendition of Shallow, with you doing Bradley Cooper. I think Laf might have recorded it. Oh look, he sent it to the group chat." I showed him the video and he burst out laughing. 

"Oh my god! That was a stunning Lady Gaga impression. You been working on it?" 

"Shut up Laurens." I said as I grabbed my book and walked out the door, not wanting to be late to Mr. Washington's Government History class. I walked in and was immediately confronted by two guys who I'd never seen before.

The first one had an afro and a magenta T-shirt and acid wash jeans. The second was wearing a grey sweater vest over a white button down shirt and khakis. I assumed from the way everyone was staring at Afro boy that he was the leader. 

"Hey bastard!" said afro boy. "You new here? We're in charge of breaking in new meat, so follow me."

"Um no. I don't think I will. Get lost."

"No. I don't let people, especially bastards talk to me like that..."

"Boys, what's going on here?" asked an older man I assumed to be Mr. Washington. "Jefferson, Madison sit down. Hamilton take your seat please." I walked over to my seat, next to Lafayette and Mulligan, and sat down. 

"Mon ami, don't mess with Jeffershit over there. He's bad news." whispered Lafayette. 

"I thought his name was Jefferson. Why'd you call him Jeffershit?" 

"Because that's what he is. Complete and utter shit. Him and Madison. Both from Virginia. Both the definition of 'Entitled'" answered Herc. I sat in silence as Mr. Washington handed out a pop quiz to test our knowledge. #1: Who was the first secretary of the treasury and who was president at the time? Easy, Lin-Manuel Miranda was the first treasury secretary during Christopher Jackson's presidency. #2: What year did Daveed Diggs win the election? Also, easy. He won in 1800. The test was easy, seeing as all I did in my spare time (which I honestly had little to none) was listen to Miranda. I handed it in and grabbed the paper that had our assignment for the night written on it. This was easy. Two pages minimum on the friendship between Anthony Ramos and Lin-Manuel Miranda. I could write 51 pages on that subject alone. I left class and went to drop my books off when I got a text from Angie.

Snickers: Who wants to meet up at this new Revolution themed cafe for lunch?

CinnamonRoll: I'm in!

andPEGGY: I'll be there.

ElDiablo: Why the hell not?

Burr-ito_Grande: I'll come. Is it cool if I bring my girlfriend Theodosia?

Snickers: Of course! I'd love to meet her.

TurtleBoi: On my way 😄

NewBoi: Can I change my name? Also, I'm coming.

NewBoi has changed their name to NonStop1780

NonStop1780: That's better. Because in two years I will not still be NewBoi.

LaughAYeet: Me and Herc are already in the car! See you soon. 

Snickers: Great! Table's under Angelica Schuyler. See you soon!

I arrived at the restaurant and found everyone sitting at a table in the corner. I sat down and we all started chatting, as we made a vow not to drink today, seeing as we all had more classes this afternoon. 

"So Alex, where are you from? Your accent is very interesting." asked Maria. 

"Um, I'm from a small island in the Caribbean. It's called Nevis, it's beautiful there. But it's way better in New York." 

"That's cool dude." answered Peggy.

"Um John, can I ask where you're from? You kept doing a weird southern accent on the way home last night." 

"Oh god. What else did I do besides the accent and the karaoke? I'm from South Carolina."

"You did call me Alejandro Shamilton. That's about it." Laf burst out laughing.

"That's great! You have a drunk John name. He calls me Marquis de Baguette, which I like better than my real name, he calls Angelica 'Spaghetti Queen', Eliza is 'Zucchini', Herc is 'Roadkill', Peggy is 'Peg Leg', Aaron is 'Senor Nacho Boi'. Vous obtenez l'image. Random names based on random things." I nodded in understanding. I began eating my cheeseburger and after that was done I walked outside and was immediately confronted by Jeffershit himself. 

"Yo, loser. No one talks to me like that. You deserve every bit of this" Then, before I even had time to react, he punched me in the side, hard. I doubled over in pain just as he started laughing. I got back up and hit him square in the jaw then again in the nose. I heard a crunch and a yelp of pain as he fell to the ground clutching his bleeding nose. "What the hell! What makes you think you can just  break my fucking nose!" 

"You punched me first." I said and I walked back to my car. John was sitting there waiting for me when I got back to the room. 

"Oh my god Alex!!! Why is there blood on your clothes?"

"Don't worry. It's not my blood. Jeffershit punched me really hard so I hit him back and gave him a bloody nose." I responded sitting down on the couch. 

"Oh my god! Where did he hit you?" 

"My side. It's nothing to worry about."

"Let me see."

"Ugh." I lifted my shirt just a bit and let John see.

"Ok. Looks like it's just a bruise, k. But you should probably put some ice on it." He went to the freezer and grabbed some ice, put it in a ziplock bag and handed it to me. He sat next to me and I gave him a hug. 

"Thank you." He smiled and nodded at me. We spent the rest the night watching The Office on Netflix. When it finally hit midnight, we decided to call it quits in order to get enough sleep to function tomorrow. I turned off the TV and stood up. "Night John. See you tomorrow."

Then he stood up to and then we started to move closer together. I don't know what came over me, but I leaned forward and so did he. Our lips met and I felt more alive than I'd ever felt before.