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TW: self-harm, depression, but a Lil bit of fluff for my emotional dead readers ;)

Thomas's POV (WHOOOWOWW OOOoooOOOO... I'm done now)

I'm sitting in my Trignometry class, practically dying physically and mentally. The bell takes about 400 hundred years to ring. When it finally does ring, I pick up the homework, smiling a bit. Rushing out of the classroom, well as much as my sore ankle can. I walk to Burr's dorm, sliding something under the door, knocking softly. I chuckle quietly, heading off to my French class. 

Alex's POV

I'm sitting on the couch, doing some history homework. Considering that's the only homework I have when I hear a quiet knock on the door. I place my laptop on the table, untangling myself from my cocoon of blankets. I see a small packet with a sticky note. 

 𝐻𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑜𝑛,

ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑟𝑖𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘, 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛. 𝐸𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝: 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦𝑗𝑒𝑓𝑓@𝑔𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝑚(don't know if that's a real email. Don't try to find out)

𝑀𝑢𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝐽𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 :)

I smile at how he uses the nickname... or more insult I guess. Sitting back down, I look through the packet. Okay, well shit. Math is my weakness... I guess I'll have to email Jefferson.  I open my laptop, login into my Gmail. I notice an email from Lafayette, it read, 

"I guess you have forgotten about us. Considering you started your new life". Then had an attachment of Jefferson and me walking out of class. 

"Whatever Laf", I mutter. I delete the email but see one from Jefferson. I open it and I freeze. 

"I know what you did". The words shot poison into my brain, my breath stopped. I stayed frozen, my eyes glued to the screen, I read the last sentence. "My only question is why?". 

He knows? No...no... "NO!", the scream left my lips. Why was I so scared? Jefferson isn't my friend? I won't care if I lost him... would I? My mind raced. 

Out of pure fear it somehow drove me to email back. 

[email protected]: What did I do?

Jefferson responded within minutes. 

[email protected]: You stole my homework notes! 

I loosen my grip on the table, noticing my knuckles are white. My heart slows,  I breathe again. 

[email protected]: What? I haven't left my room all day!

[email protected]: Jk. Check the packet. I think they are stuck with those. 

I flip through and sure enough, a lined piece of paper falls out. I see something written lightly. I whisper, "Hamilton alone. Friends?". What does he mean by that? Does he observe me that much?  

[email protected]: I found it. I'm guessing you are in the same dorm as Madison. 

[email protected]: No. Madison stays with James Reynolds. 

[email protected]: Oh okay. I'll come by and drop the notes off.

I log out of my laptop and head to the door. Sliding my converse on, I fold the note stuffing it in my pocket. I tug the door closed, seeing students walking and chatting in the courtyard. 

I smile as friends and couples laugh together. I turn the hall, spotting Jefferson's dorm room. My pace quickens, nerves boil in my stomach. I knock softly on the door. 

"Who is it?", I hear Jefferson shout. 

"Hamilton", I shout back. 

Footsteps move towards the door, "Hey Hamilton.", he flashes a smile. My stomach leaps, I guess I just froze, "Hamilton? You good?". 

"Oh.. yeah sorry. I was lost in thought..", I blush, "Uh here's your math notes". I reach into my pocket, handing them towards Jefferson. 

"Thanks, do you need help with the homework?", Jefferson steps aside. 

"Uh yeah I do.. is it okay with your dormmate?", I walk inside. He shrugs, "He isn't home much". I plop down on the couch, Jefferson following. 

"Let's get started", I pull out my packet.

*Time skip*

We have been working for about an hour. My wrist is sore and my brain is about dead. Tho- Jefferson stands up, "Want anything to drink? I have to get to class soon". I shake my head, collecting my pencil and work. 

"No, I'm good. Thanks for the help", I respond. 

"Anytime Hamilton. Email me whenever", He smiled. Did his eyes always sparkle when he smiled?   I nod, putting my bookbag on. I walk to the door, opening it. 

"Well.. see you later Jefferson", I wave as I step out. 

"Bye Alexander-", He stops mid-sentence. "I..I mean-". 

I walk backwards, cutting him off, "Bye Thomas.". 

He blushes as I walk around the corner. I practically skip back to my dorm. Really happy, I don't even know why. (YES U DO HAMMY BOI MUAHA) But that happiness doesn't last for long. 

"Hey Alexander", Lafayette and Hercules stop me in my path. 

"...Um- do you need something? I-i got h-homework", I twiddle my fingers, nervous. 

"I think we should talk...", I stare up at them, surprised. 

"I thought you hated me.", I sighed, "And that you didn't want to talk to me."

They hand me a note, I read it out loud. 

" I know what happened to John Laurens but I can't say who. So for now forGivE hamiltOn". I gasp, staring at the note. 

"And then this", Hercules hands me another note. "jeffeRson knows who hurt laurens, GEt him back, sorry hamilton. hE will figure it out. i know thAt you got Close with him. KeEp LauRens with your friends". I quiet towards the end of the sentence. (FIGURE OUT THE NAME)

"Jefferson...?", I mutter. Lafayette places a hand on my shoulder, kneeling down. "Alex, I'm so sorry. We didn't know...John must have seen wrong. I don't even know how to make this up to you". He pulls me into a hug. I latch onto him. Tears flood down my face, I sob into his shoulder. Hercules squeezes my shoulder, "Bud... is there something else going on?".

"The n-note... it said-... t-that Thomas knows who did it... w-what if it WAS Thomas...?", Lafayette pulled away, "Did you call him 'Thomas'?". 

"I-... yes... is that bad?", I sniff. Lafayette shakes his head, "No it's not, I guess we knew that you would find a friend". I nod, "I miss y'all though". 

"Alexander?", a soft female voice calls me. Eliza. 

"Eliza?", I stand up seeing her standing with John. 

"John..?", I tear up more. John runs towards me, hugging me tightly. 

"Alexander! I am so sorry! I should have known you would never have done that, I should have known better!", John takes a breath. 

"I forgive you, John. It was a misunderstanding.", I pull away from John, smiling. 

Thomas' POV

I head back to my dorm, our teacher was sick, the class was cancelled. I spot Alexander with his friends? They are friends now?... 

"Jefferson?", I hear Laurens speak. 

"Hi, Laurens. Mulligan, Scyular, Lafayette.", I nervously respond. "Hey, Alexander.", I briefly smile. His nose scrunches up, he glares at me. 

"Jefferson, what do you know about John?", He walks towards me. Lafayette opens his mouth, "No Lafayette", he turns back to me, "What the fuck do you know about John? Alex raises his voice. 

"What do you mean... What happens to Laurens?", I answer, confused. Alexander glances at Laurens, he nods. 

"John... got hurt... physically," He throws a piece of paper at me, "This says you know who it was." I read the note, I gasp dropping the paper. 

"This is Madison's handwriting... but these words... oh my god...". I look to Lafayette. 

"Do you know who it is?", He asked concerned. 

"Yes... I'm sorry Lafayette."

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE THIS WAS TERRIBLE AND SHITTY BUTTTT GUESS THE NAME AND THEN ALSO IMA MAKE A WEIRD SHIP SOOO BYE I LOVE YALL