The Reynolds Pamphlet - Jamilams [COMPLETED]

Chapter Two

Alexander felt his heart sink further and further as the space between him and his dorm grew. He didn't understand.

What did he do wrong?

Lafayette and Hercules' dorm wasn't far from Alexander's, only a few minutes until Alex was in front of the door, knocking at it gently, waiting for it to open and for Lafayette and Hercules to take him in.

Hercules swung open the door, looking down at Alexander. At first Hercules looked surprised, until that surprised expression contorted into a sour disappointed look, one that Hercules had never wielded when looking at Alexander before.

"Look who's here Laf," Hercules yelled, looking behind his back as Lafayette approached.

As soon as Lafayette's eyes hit Alexander his expression was angry and upset. Alex was tacked aback, confused as to why everyone suddenly hated him.

"What do you want?" Lafayette growled, leaning on Hercules.

"W-Well, Thomas told me to leave-" Lafayette let out a laugh, though there sounded to be no amusement behind it, no emotion at all really. "Why're you laughing?"

"Because it serves you damn right," Laf chimed, his eyes cold. "I can't believe you would do that to the two of them. They love you, and you threw that away. I really want to believe you didn't do it, but I just can't," Hercules put an arm in front of Laf, sensing his anger could boil over at any second. "Cheating on them. How low, Hamilton."

Alexander stepped back, a look of shock dancing across his features. "Ch-Cheating on them? I would never-"

"Save it Alexander," Hercules interjected, handing him a few pieces of paper aggressively.

Lafayette slammed the door, causing Alexander to flinch back, wondering how his friends could be so cruel. He looked down at the papers in his hands.

The Reynolds Pamphlet, the title red, the font big and bold.

As his eyes scanned the pages his eyes widened in shock. "I-I never..." He mumbled to himself as he thumbed through the papers. "I didn't do this..."

He let the pages fall from his hands, gently floating to the ground as he walked away, his stride sad and a little angry.

He let his feet take him to a different door, Aaron Burr's.

He rose his fist to the door before knocking, quite aggressively this time. A tired and annoyed looking Aaron stood behind it as it opened, he leaned on the doorframe as if he was an old man relying on a cane for stability.

"Alexander?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "What're you doing here?"

"You must not have read it," Alexander mumbled. Aaron looked confused, staring at Alexander like he was speaking a foreign language. "The Reynolds Pamphlet. You don't seem to hate me, so I'm guessing you haven't read it."

"Oh, I read it," Aaron said bluntly. It was Alexander's turn to be confused. "You see, I just don't necessarily care. It's not my business."

Alexander couldn't say he was surprised. It wasn't really Aaron's thing to tell people they were wrong or that something they did was bad. He was kind of an in-the-background kind of guy.

"Can we talk?" Alexander asked. "And I kind of need a place to stay for the night, Thomas kicked me out."

Aaron shrugged, stepping out of the doorway, giving Alex the leeway to walk into his dorm.

Alexander sat on the couch in the middle of the room, his leg bobbing up and down as soon as his back hit the couch. Aaron took a seat in a chair across from the couch, looking at Alexander questioningly, the elephant in the room in need of being addressed.

"I didn't do it Aaron," Alexander said sincerely, looking at Aaron with a seriousness he had never portrayed so extremely.

"Okay, I believe you," Aaron responded, leaning back in the chair casually.

"You do?" Alexander asked with an eyebrow raised. "Why?"

"Well, I know you don't care about my opinion. So if you did do it, you wouldn't try so hard to convince me of your innocence. I can tell you're being honest with me," Aaron explained, semi-surprising Alexander with his answer. "My question is, who the hell published the pamphlet, who would have so much against you?"

Alexander leaned on the arm of the couch, sighing as he ran a hand through his long brown hair.

"A lot of people."