Warning: Some swearing, some violence also I actually kinda like the actual T. Jeff sorry Jefferson-

Alexander's Perspective

"Thomas-What are you doing? Put me down!" I said angrily.

So, um, Thomas is holding me up from the ground from the back of my shirt for no reason. And he threw my backpack along with my paper to the side. Shit. I don't remember doing something today that involved him.

And why must it be now out of all times? I was finally getting a good day and he had to go and ruin it.

Aren't you aware that you deserve it? That you deserve your day being ruined you worthless piece of-

Okay, okay stop it I get the point! I deserve my day being ruined, because I don't deserve a good day at all.

"What's the matter, shortie?" Jefferson said, his stupid face going by mine. "You can't figure out how to get out of this, can't ya? Can't find anything tough to say to this, any words to make me let go of you?"

"I-"

"Just face it, Alexander." He suddenly dropped me onto the ground. "You can't use your tough talk now."

What is up with him?! I didn't even say anything! I try to stand up, but I suddenly feel a swift kick to the stomach and fall back to my knees.

"Thomas, look, I never said that I coul-"

"Shut up, big mouth." And he cut me off again. Fun. "You should have kept your mouth shut about what happened back in October."

What? What happened in October? The only thing I remember is that he had a party and I crashed it. That's all. "Excuse me-"

Another kick. This time in the arm. How'd he even-

"Hamilton, I know you've been telling the whole school about what you made me do to after you ran out of my house." Jefferson accusingly said.

"Wha-Oh. You mean the rumor about you screeching at everyone and almost ripping out your cotton candy hai-"

"Yes, Alexander." He interrupted me, for like the third time. Ugh. The tall man won't even let me speak to him for a second. "I know you spread it around, Alexander. Just admit it."

"Admit it? I didn't spread it. How could I have spread it if I left?" I asked, although I probably shouldn't have because of the look he gave me, and the smack upside the head and then yet another kick I the stomach.

Great. More pain.

You deserve the pain.

I know, but it still hurts and I can't ignore the stupid pain.

"Just admit it, admit that-"

"What is going on out here?!" A familiar voice from behind Thomas interrupted. I looked, and low and behold, it was Mr. Washington. How'd he get here so fast?

You do realize his classroom is only a few feet away, right?

Oh. Right. I'm an idiot.

Indeed.

Thomas looked back at Mr. Washington, a bit horrified. "A-Ah, Mr. Washington. Nice to see you here."

"Mister Jefferson, come with me." Mr. Washington sternly said, leading Jefferson away to where I assume is the way to the principal's office.

I quickly get up and dust myself off, soon grabbing my backpack and paper from off the ground. Wait....I should be in the lunch room right now. Maybe I can still make it..

I pull out my phone and check the time.

12:15 pm

Yes, I can still make it! I slip on my backpack and hold on tight to my paper, and quickly run off to the lunch room, still a bit confused on what just happened, but I can manage.

a/n: !!!!

thank you so much holy crap I can't believe this book is #7 in lams (by the time that I'm writing this, at least-) and 1.51 reads?! Holy heck! I thought it would only be, like, 5 or 10! Thank you all so much.

also I know it's Tuesday but it's almost Wednesday and I couldn't wait so I guess it counts-