hey, lover! [lams//college au] // completed

Chapter Four

A/N: I forgot abt this lmao sorry homies here u go 😰

Thomas Jefferson was the bane of Alexander's existence.

He was arrogant and self absorbed, had the common sense of a snail, and was so absolutely annoying that Alex wanted to commit multiple crimes within the first twenty seconds of meeting him.

So, of course, the fucker wanted him to help him study.

Now. Alex wasn't one to ignore someone in need. If Thomas genuinely needed help on a subject, of course Alex would do his best to help him out. It's in his nature!

However, this 'study session' was an obvious ploy for Thomas to be creepy and weird. He flirted with Alexander, even though the man was sure it was obvious he wasn't into it; between the bland responses to his flirtations and the hands that were slapped away when they grew too close, any decent human being would see it wasn't working out and would give up.

Thomas was not a decent human being.

The distraction John and his (apparently French) roommate had brought only granted Alex reprieve for so long; once the door was closed and Alexander and Thomas were alone again, the creepiness continued.

"Who was at the door?" Thomas asked, a hand trying to sneak around Alexander's waist. Alex jerked away from his grip.

"Uh, two people from a few dorms down. They were welcoming me."

Thomas hummed. "John and Lafayette, I presume?"

Alex nodded slightly, hoping the scowl on his face would deter the other man from talking to him.

"Ah, I hate those two. Their other friends, too," Thomas said snottily.

"I actually think they're pretty cool."

"They're okay," Thomas amended, and Alex actually snorted. The fucker would do anything to get close to him, huh? Alexander wasn't too keen on letting that happen.

"You don't need to lie through your teeth to try to get into my pants, asshole," Alex said, walking back towards his bed and grabbing his computer from off of it. "You don't have even the slightest bit of a chance."

Thomas looked affronted before a slow, terrifying frown stretched over this face. Alexander winced at the glare he garnered from the other man. "That's what you say now," he grumbled, eyes tracking Alex's form as the man started stuffing random writing materials into a small computer bag. "But I just know that I'll have you—"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever fuckboy. Now move away from the door, I'm going down to the library."

Thomas scoffed and didn't move. Alexander shoved his way past him.

"Don't wait up for me, asshole," he called over his shoulder, before making his way down the hall and towards the steps.

He was already halfway out of the dorm room when he realized he hadn't the slightest clue where the library was.

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"To text or not to text; that is the question."

John was pacing back and forth between the bunks, his brow creased. It hadn't been that long since he'd left Alexander's dorm with the man's number, thirty minutes at most, but he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted to speak with him again.

Lafayette was no help with this dilemma; the man lounged on his bunk, phone dangling precariously from his hand above his head. "Hey! Give me some advice, vous salope!" 

"I have elected to ignore your blatant disrespect. At least you've learned a little something from my french lessons, though."

"Ugh!" John groaned, sliding down the wall in a fit of dramatics. "I really, really really really want to talk to him again. But, if I text now, he's going to think that I'm— that I'm clingy! This is a high risk situation and you're..." John paused. "You're not even listening to me are you."

"What?"

"Exactly."

Lafayette sighed, putting his phone down before turning to look at John. "Are you done whining? Or do I have to hide from you in the dorm bathrooms again."

"So that's where you were..." John mumbled, before throwing his hands up to cover his face. "I don't know! Am I annoying? Oh God, Alex probably thinks I'm annoying—"

Lafayette cursed under his breath. "Stop over thinking, mon ami. Alexander doesn't know you well enough to—" the Frenchman's eyes lit up. He smiled, a large, fear inducing thing. "I have a plan."

John's eyes widened. The last time Lafayette concocted a plan he'd almost gone to jail for trying to smuggle himself onto a fishing boat while dressed in drag. "No. I don't like your plans, ever. You're not allowed to plan things anymore, not after The Incident."

"Don't bring that up! Anyways, I think you will enjoy this plan very much... yes, it's good... I'll just have to..." His phone was back in front of his face, his thumbs typing at a speed even Barry Allen would find impressing. John watched on in horrified confusion as the other man's grin widened. "Perfect. This will all work out, you'll see. Now. Let's just relax for the rest of the evening. Tomorrow the plan will be put into motion."

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"This plan sucks and I will not be associating myself with it."

"Lame! Loser! Other words that are negative and start with L!"

When John woke up that morning, he was not expecting to be greeted by the large, innocent eyes of Margarita Schuyler. Apparently the girls had 'invited themselves in' while John was still asleep (he didn't have any Friday classes, of course he would take advantage of that). Lafayette didn't seem to be bothered by their presence, and Hercules, who had come home from his job as a tailor's apprentice quite late the night before, was still fast asleep. John was the only one who had to face their rath head on.

"John! It'll be super cool! You have to come, we're going to invite our new hall mate so we can get to know them better. Don't you want to know them better, John? That was a rhetorical question, I don't need a verbal answer. Your eyes say all," Peggy said animatedly.

John loved Peggy. She was one of his best friends, someone who would support him no matter what, who would be there for him every step of the way. Whether it was him needing a place to stay after a bad fight with his dad or him needing a hand to hold when his mother's death day approached out of seemingly nowhere, Peggy was there for him. She was great, one of the best people John knows.

She was also an evil little devil who'd appointed herself as John's wingman in his junior year of high school and hadn't stopped this never ending battle since.

"Yeah John, this'll be a fun experience!" Eliza cried, pumping her fist up and down in the air.

"C'mon, dude. You've been stressing over classes since school started; let yourself live a little," Angelica added, much more calmly than her siblings. "Lafayette tells me that you have this 'Alexander's' phone number, right? Why don't you text him and ask if he'd like to join us for drinks."

John paused. He was being given the perfect excuse to text the man whom he'd been wanting to text all night. If everything went wrong he could easily blame it on Angelica for wanting him to ask (and if it went right it was John's idea, all the way; John is a good friend like that).

"Okay. Fine. But just know, I will most likely not be enjoying myself at whatever establishment chosen for this night of quote unquote 'fun.'"

He sent a quick text to Alexander, before opening up his private chat with Peggy.

Me: if this all goes wrong I'm blaming you. I will be mad at you for the rest of my days and I will never ever tell u anything again. this is a warning.

Peggy just looked up at him and winked.

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John: hey, my friends wanna meet u. are you willing to come with us to the XXX club tonight? maybe like at 8?

Me: I'll be there.