((TW: Attempted rape, angry Hamilsquad

This chapter is pretty long, so enjoy))

Alex's POV

I was writing an essay for Law when Herc and Laf barged in and dragged me out of my room, despite my many protests.

I was thrown onto the couch near John, and sat up, confused.

"What the fu-"

"Shut up loser, we're going to a party." Laf interrupted, smiling.

"Cool, have fun then." I prepared to get up and get back to my room, but was stopped when John grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me back next to him.

"Nope, you're coming."

"That's what she said." I heard Herc snicker, and saw John blush a bit, before shooting a glare to Herc, who stared back, smirking.

"Do I have to go? I have to work, Washington's have my ass if I don't turn this essay in." I protested, trying to squirm out of John's grip.

"When's it due, mon ami?"

"About a week."

"How many pages do you have to write?" Laf pressed, still intrigued on throwing me into a college party.

"Five."

"How many do you have, Alex?"

"Fifty, almost fifty-one." I stared proudly, before realizing my mistake, and groaned, leaning on the back of the couch.

"You're fine, go change and meet us outside the dorm." John muttered, pushing me toward my (and his) room.

I huffed, and walked in, slamming the door.

—time skip to party—

The party was at this guy named Jefferson's house, and honestly, the house looked huge, so I'd probably have a little fun.

Right?

We walked in, and were immediately greeted by the smell of drugs and alcohol.

I shivered, and scooted closer to John, who seemed to be friends with just about everyone at the party.

"Hey, Johnny!" A voice shrilled, and I looked up to see a dark-skinned man with an Afro making his way to John.

I examined the man, and was impressed at how attractive he was. Most party hosts were just disgusting perverted fucks who have never left their house, or so I've heard from people in Nevis.

"Hey, Thomas, nice party here." John grinned, shaking Thomas's hand.

"This is Jefferson?" I asked, impressed.

"The one and only. Who are you, little guy?" Thomas asked, stifling a laugh at my height.

"One, don't call me little, and two, Alexander Hamilton." I snapped, a little annoyed with this tall-ass.

Thomas barked a laugh, and turned to John.

"Assuming he's your roommate? He's pretty fiesty, Johnny. Might be a keeper." He smirked, elbowing John a bit, winking.

John nodded, and scratched his neck, a light pink color dusted his cheeks.

"Come on, I'll help you get some drinks." Thomas smiled, patting John's shoulder. They started to walk to the living room, chatting about God knows what.

I followed, trying to keep up with the two's conversation, put it was kinda hard, due to them both being taller than me, and the fact that horrendous music was blasting from the speakers around the house.

Suddenly, I was stopped by a white-haired kid with a small plastic gold crown on his head, his clothes reeking of beer and sex.

He wore a red turtleneck, with a white fur coat, and black skinny jeans.

"Hey, fancy seeing a new kid here." The boy grumbled, a slur in his voice.

"Yeah, nice to meet you too." I gave a shy smile, before trying to make my way to the living room, before being stopped by two boys beside the crowned boy.

"Sorry sweetie, you're coming with me." The man smirked, before handing me a drink.

I took the drink, and tried to throw it into the nearby trash bin, but it was forced down my throat by the boy's 'henchmen'.

I stood there, dizzy and confused, before I collapsed, blacking out.

John's POV

It's been about ten minutes, and I haven't seen any sign of Alex, and I'm getting a little worried about him.

Right now, Thomas and I are currently taking shots, being cheered on by almost all the people at the party, trying to see who can last the longest.

I was winning by a hair.

You see, when Thomas and I become popular, we would always go to parties and drink until we got wasted, then, we'd either go against each other, or hell, the host of the party themselves.

So we got good at it, but I'm a little better at it. However, the hangovers I get hurt like hell, and I remember almost nothing.

Right now, I'm trying to escape the game to find Alex. I've been trying to tell Thomas I had to find him, but he started to get a little tipsy, so, I decided against it.

I grabbed the glass and chucked the liquid into my mouth, earning whoops and hollers from people cheering for me.

Thomas was almost asleep when Laf barged into the game.

"John, mon ami, I have to tell you about Alex."

I nodded, and Laf dragged me into the kitchen near the bar, where Herc, the Schuyler sisters, and Maria, worried frowns plastered on their faces as they sat.

"Well?"

Herc looked up. "Maria said she saw him with George King, and saw the whole thing.

Maria sighed, and stared at me, fear clearly shining in her eyes.

"Alex was following you, John, and Thomas to the living room, but was cut off by George King, Charles Lee, and John Adams.

"George said something to him, and Alex said something back, before trying to get through the crowd to John and Thomas.

"However, George smirked at him, and gave him a spiked drink, Adams and Lee made him drink it, and he blacked out."

"Did you see where they took him?" I pressed, my fear for Alex growing.

Maria huffed, and shook her head. "Nope. Reynolds decided that was a good time to start flirting with me then."

I nodded, and tried to think. George was a fuckboy, and never had any feeling for anyone, so he probably was going to..

To..

Oh no.

"We have to find them. Now." I stated, beginning to pace.

"They probably took him to the guest room." Peggy spoke up, waving her hands.

I sighed with relief, and nodded. "Let's go find him, then."

Alex POV

I groaned, and sat up, realizing I was sitting on a bed, the faint light of a lamp was the only source of light I could find.

"Goodie, you're awake." A voice growled lustfully, and the same white-haired, crown wearing man was standing in front of me.

"Who are you? What the fuck am I doing here, bitch? I'm gonna punch you so hard you'll-" I snarled, preparing to collide my fist with his face, before I realized my hands were tied up in front of me.

"Tut tut, kitty-cat, no profanity shall be spat at the King. You see, you seem rather dashing in those clothes, but I'm afraid you'll look even better when they're off." The boy known as 'King' smiled, reaching his hands for me.

I growled, and kicked him back, before being punched in the gut by a kid with jet-black hair.

"This is no place for violence, Hamilton." The 'King' hissed, before waving his hand.

Immediately, I was pinned by two men, one of them being the black haired kid.

I struggled, before feeling a pair of hands sliding under my shirt.

I growled, and watched helplessly as 'King' smirked, sliding my shirt off me.

"Pretty skin for a pretty kitty." 'King' growled lustfully against my skin. I shivered, wishing I could beat up this perverted bitch.

He pressed his lips against mine, and slid his tongue over my lips, asking for entrance.

I denied, smiling smugly. 'King' quivered in anger, and snapped his fingers, anger clearly visible through his eyes.

My smug was cut off when the black haired kid jerked my jaw open, allowing the white-haired man to slip his tongue in, exploring my mouth.

A moan escaped my mouth, and I watched in horror as the 'King' smiled, and looked up at the two men standing over me.

"Thank you, Lee and Adams, you may leave." He purred, pointing to the door.

The two boys known as Lee and Adams gave sinister smiles, before opening the door, and closing it, walking way.

'King' turned back to me, and slipped of his fur coat, smirking.

"Now, where were we?"

John's POV

I watched as Lee and Adams scampered away from the guest room, and I nodded to the squad, following them upstairs.

They followed me, and I stood behind them, before tackling Lee and pushing him against a wall.

Herc did the same to Adams, only he held him up by his shirt.

"What the fu-" Lee snarled, but was cut off by Angie slapping him across the cheek.

"Don't play dumb, fuck-face. Where's George?" She growled, shooting daggers at Lee.

Lee growled, but began to cower in Ang's glare.

"We won't talk." Adams chokes out, before being punching in the nose by Herc.

"Tell us." I glowered, holding my fist up, ready to punch Lee.

"Why should I be scared of you, coward? You won't hit me, you too much of a wuss to do it. Hah! What a pussy-"

I shook with anger, before grabbing Lee by the neck, lifting him up, and slamming him onto the ground. Hard.

Lee gasped for air, before I stomped my foot onto his chest, causing him to cough.

I leaned down, pressing more weight on his chest, causing him to wheeze.

"Let me make one thing absolutely crystal clear with you, fuck-tart." I snarled, lifting Lee up by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against a wall.

"If you don't tell me where the fuck my friend is, I'll yank every single tooth from your mouth off, and stuff them down your cock-sucking mouth, that way you won't be able to talk or eat shit ever again. Hear me?"

Lee gasped for air, and stopped struggling, pure fear radiating off of him.

"Five..four.."

"Alright alright! He's in the guest room with George! He said he wanted to see what Alex was like in bed." Lee spilled, his eyes widening.

I smiled, and threw him into an empty, dark room, closing the door and locking it.

I looked at the squad.

They were speechless. All of they're eyes widened, and their mouths open.

Even Adams was terrified..

"Throw him into a trash can or something. Maybe lock him on the balcony." I ordered.

And that was how Adams ended up stuck on Thomas Jefferson's balcony.

Once I made sure the two couldn't get out of their 'cells', we made our way downstairs to the guest room, ready to confront George and save Alexander.

((See ya in the next chapter))