Warning: lots of cursing
Hamilton~
"Alright asshole, get out my bed!" Jefferson yells as he yanks the blankets off of me. I groan and roll my eyes.
"Five more minutes.."
"You got five seconds, Hamilshit."
I huffed and sit up on his Jefferson's bed. He slept on the couch last night while I slept in his unfairly comfortable bed. It was amazing.
I stand up and Jefferson scoffs. "Go clean yourself up. You look like a zombie."
"Fuck you." I say, walking out of his room, slowly. My body was still aching from the panic attack.
I was actually quite thankful that at least Jefferson was there to help me. Not to mention that was the second time last night he had to carry me. He made dinner and even let me sleep in his bed. No wonder why he's mean today. I guess he broke character last night.
I walk into the bathroom and look at myself. Ew. I do look disgusting. I smell my breath and nearly gag. I go to my room and dig my toothbrush and toothpaste out of my drawer along with some clothes and the last little bit of my favorite body wash.
I get myself cleaned up and I see that Aaron cooking in the kitchen. "What are you making?" I ask, sitting on top of the counter.
"Eggs and bacon, here try this." He scoops some of the scrambled eggs in a spoon and gives it to me. I blow some of the steam away and take a bite.
"It's not that bad."
"Please don't talk with your mouth open, it's annoying." Jefferson commented, walking past me.
I roll my eyes but I do close my mouth.
Moments later I am handed a well made plate of food. "Merci." I say in French and Burr shrugs. "You're welcome."
Jefferson seems to be intrigued.
I go in the main room and sit down on the couch, digging in my pocket for my pills that I am supposed to take. I don't want to experience what happened last night, again. I swallow them down with orange juice and began eating.
Someone knocks on the door and Jefferson answers it.
"Thomas! Mon amie, bonjour!" Lafayette says as he hugs Jefferson. I laugh at that because Jefferson isn't the hug type. Hell, how would I know?
"Hey french fry." Jefferson says as he lets Lafayette in.
His eyes meet mine and I smile. "Hey Gilbert." I say, knowing that name irritates him.
"Ugh, please I rather be called Marie-Joseph than Gilbert." He laughed sitting next to me.
"You okay? I heard about your panic attack so I came as soon as I woke up." He smiled at me.
Despite sometimes being clueless, Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de Lafayette was always kind. He would always be there if someone was upset. He was that one friend everyone needed.
"Thanks, Laf. Where are the others?" I ask and he seemed to shift in his seat.
"John is playing video games with Hercules." He breathed out, looking at his hands.
"Are you oka-"
"Tigre bébé, this is about you. Forget me I am- how you Americans say- legit." He grinned. (He called him a baby tiger)
I smile at him. I believe him. Whatever was troubling him, I'm sure he'll get through it. He'll figure it out. Lafayette is a smart man.
"Do you know what triggered your attack?" He starts and I look around to make sure my roommates aren't listening. Burr was in his room and Jefferson was listening to music while cleaning the dishes.
"I...I had a weird dream last night." I whisper. He grimaces and leans back. "A wet dream?"
"No! It was way different than that. I was sitting on my bed and I think I was texting someone. I remember them replying back quickly. It said that they loved me. I remember smiling but then right after, I got punched in the face.
Next thing I know, I'm outside the school, getting punched by Jefferson. I remember coughing up blood and then I died. Then I woke up and saw Jefferson and I felt like I was going to die." I finish, saying that all in one breath.
Lafayette looks stoned face at first but then looks at Jefferson who wasn't paying attention. "I wish he would kill me." He jokes and I laugh.
But he doesn't laugh.
"Lafayette?"
"Alexander?"
"Are you okay?"
"Je ne vais pas bien. Je suis magnifique." He forces a smile.
(I am fine. I'm magnificent.)
"Jefferson?" I say. The Virginian dips his head out of the kitchen.
"What, Hamilshit?"
"Please watch my smol Lafayette while I pay Hercules a visit." I set my plate of food down, standing up while doing so.
Lafayette sighs. "They don't know what's wrong. No one knows. " He say, referring to the others.
"Knows what?" Jefferson asked, walking into the main room on his phone.
The fenchman shakes his head. "Nothing."
I walk out of the dorm and head down the steps, passing four rooms before getting to the last one at the end of the hallway. I knock on it harshly.
The door soon swings open with John standing in it. "Hey Alexander!" He smiles. I smile back and we hug.
"Where's Hercules?"
The loud male was laughing as he beat Charles Lee in a racing game. "Seven out of ten, where's my money?"
"We didn't agree on money!" Lee shouted, tossing the controller on the ground.
"Hercules." I say, waiting to get his attention. "Hm? Oh hey Alexander. You doing good?"
"Yeah. What's up with Lafayette? He seems upset."
Hercules rolled his eyes. "That's because he wanted me to help him with something but I was to busy whooping Lee's ass to help."
I see Charles flick Herc off.
"So that's all that happened?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Yeah he's just too sensitive. "
John nodded. "Yeah. He might be a highly emotional person. Always crying and stuff. You know?"
I nod. Could be true but if that's the case, why did he seem so hidden? Like he wanted to hide something?
"That's all? Because he's pretty beat down."
"Dude. He's a whiny bitch." Lee groans.
This causes me, John and Hercules to give John a look. "Say it again?" Hercules pretended he didn't hear.
"I said-"
"I was giving you a chance to correct yourself."
I hurry up and leave the scene. Things were going to get ugly and I didn't want to stick around for that. I tread up the stairs and arrive back at my dorm and see Jefferson talking on the phone aggressively while Burr and Lafayette sat on the couch.
"What happened?" I mouth to Burr. He shrugs as he hands the Frenchman a tissue.
"I tried, okay!? What else can I do?!" Jefferson yells into his phone, walking to his room and slamming the door.
Things just went zero to a hundred. Real quick.
I sit down on the couch and drop my head into my hands. This week so far, has been hectic. A whole lot of shit happening at once.
The was a crashing sound and seconds later, Jefferson stormed out of his room in anger. He goes into the kitchen.
"Are you-"
"Fuck off." He says, he seemed to be looking for something.
"I was just trying to help. Don't piss at me for no reason." Oops. Did I catch an attitude? Hell yeah, I guess I did.
"Hamilshit, fuck off!"
"Why? Why doesn't anyone want help?"
"Maybe because everyone's done with your fucking shit, Hamilton! Maybe we're done with pitying your lies or taking care of you! The world has turned upside down but you just care about yourself! You're the reason why everyone's life is fucked up!" He was now standing in front of me, yelling.
"You know what?" I stand up and get in his face, despite being way smaller.
"Maybe everyone's done with your shit, Jefferson! You've done nothing but irritated the whole world around you! You've hated me since we first met, we fought over stupid things, argued for no reason! It's your fault that everyone has shelled away- because you make a person want to kill themselves because of fear of what you'll do to them! You beat me up for no reason, I had two broken ribs, a dislocated arm, and tons of bruises everywhere! I could've died and done the whole world a favor!"
"Well how bout you just kill yourself and do everyone a HUGE favor!"
"DON'T YOU THINK I'VE FUCKING TRIED!? Why the hell do you think I'm stuck taking those damn pills!? I've cut myself so many times, I've cried soo many times, I have a tolerance for pain! And when I hear 'go kill yourself Alexander' Do you think that doesn't make me want to?!"
I was breathing hard. I could barely catch my breath as hot tears spill out of my eyes. I hate him. I hate him! I HATE HIM!
"You always pull the 'pity me sally' card! I don't care if you cut yourself! I don't care if your mommy forgot to make your damn lunch! You think that because you look like a hot mess that everyone is going to hug, kiss, and hold baby Hamilton! I've been through shit too, join the pity party! You think your life is hard? Try having your fucking parents hate you!"
"AT LEAST YOUR PARENTS ARE ALIVE!" I cry, glaring at him.
He drops his glare and looks shocked. Of course, like I buy that sorry ass act. The room is noticeably quiet, even Lafayette stopped sobbing. Jefferson steps back away from me slowly before sprinting to the door and running out. Slamming it.
I feel a knot in my throat as I choke down a sob. I go into my room and slam the door, collapsing in front of the door.
I hear Burr speak.
"I did not sign up for this shit..."