Look Around, Look Around

Chapter 2 ~ What Is This Feeling?

Thomas Jefferson woke up to James Madison shaking him. "Thomas we have class is half an hour!" He scolded.

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay, i'm getting up." He groaned, tired and slightly hungover.

James left his room and Thomas quickly got ready as they walked to class together. They both had their English class together, and they both had it with Alexander Hamilton. Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton did not work well together. Anyone could see that. They loathed each other.

The second Thomas walked in he and Alexander glared at each other and sat at opposite ends of the room. James sat next to Thomas, as usual. Thomas and James were together all the time, often to the point people thought that they were dating. They weren't.

James coughed a few times during notes, and Thomas shot him a concerned look. James shook his head, while coughing, to say that he was fine. Though he didn't feel fine. But not because of his cough.

Something had felt off. And it felt off for a while. Ever since the beginning of the semester, when he and Thomas began sharing a dorm. Not in a bad way, but in a my-stomach-feels-tight-and-my-hands-get-sweaty-why-am-I-suddenly-nervous-around-you way.

Which didn't make sense to James at all. They were best friends. Have been since High School. James shook his head, trying to focus on Professor Washington's lecture about their new project. Somehow, James's gaze fell on Thomas.

"James?" Thomas asked.

He snapped out of it instantly. "I'm sorry what?" He asked.

Thomas flashed him his classic grin and turned to face the board again. James flushed and looked down at his notes, trying to distract himself.

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Class soon ended and Alexander walked past Thomas and James in the hallway. "I'm surprised you're not with your little boyfriend, Hammy." Thomas teased.

Alex turned around to face Thomas. He stood up straighter, to try to meet  Jefferson's height, but he couldn't. "You're sure one to talk." He shot back.

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Thomas asked, confused. Alexander rolled his eyes and groaned. He pointed at Thomas and then to James and made a heart with his hand.

James flushed. "W-were not-"

Thomas cut him off by wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "James here is my best friend you absolute dunce bucket." He snapped.

Alexander nodded. "Mhm, sure he is. And i'm the president." He said sarcastically.

Thomas flushed red with anger. "You little shit I swear to god I'll-"

"Ladies, ladies, break it up." Lafayette said, pushing them apart. He came out of nowhere. Lafayette was the one person who put up with both Jefferson and Hamilton.

Thomas shot Alexander a death glare and walked away, James trailing behind him.

"Boyfriends. He's a piece of shit." Thomas mumbled. James felt about ten times worse, but couldn't exactly figure out why.

A/N: Oh lovely, all of my irl friends are reading this. (If you guys bring it up I will probably die pls let me live) Also I hope you saw the Wicked references. Thanks for reading. ^3^