John did not go to lunch that day. He didn't even want to see Alex's lying, cheating face. He was worse than Tom Brady.sorry not sorry pats fans. So he stayed in the dorm room and had Hercules make him lunch. Now, John wasn't depressed, just deeply upset and hurt. Even thinking about Alexander brang tears to his eyes. "Herc, what's for lunch?" Laf asked. He was also in the dorm, working on a skit for his theater class. "Just be patient. Its macaroni and cheese." Herc called from the kitchen. "Ew, macaroni. It reminds me of that little fart nugget, Jefferson." said John who was laying on his bed.

Time skip brought to you by my broken heart.

"Alright, foods done.(dun.)" Herc said bringing 3 bowls of macaroni from the kitchen to their table. "Hercules, I'm not hungry." John mumbled. "Are you still mad about Alexander?" Laf said getting up from his desk. "Yes! He broke my heart, and Eliza's! Those are two reasons to be mad at a person. "John, you should eat though. Its not healthy to skip a meal." Hercules said, concerned. He was the mom friend. "Fine. I don't know what I would do without you guys." John said getting up from his bed. "I'm still never talking to Hamilton though." he said, taking a seat at the table.

After the meal was over, Hercules was helping Lafayette with his skit, and John was laying on his bed again. "I'm going for a walk." John sighed getting off of his bed. He threw on a sweatshirt and jeans and walked out of the room. "I need to talk to Alexander." John mumbled.