Prophecy ~ Lams (COMPLETED)

Chapter 35: One Year Closer to Your Death Day

HEHE

----

ALEX POV

What's so great about birthdays anyway? They should really be called one-year-closer-to-your-death-day. All one word. It's accurate and just rolls off the tongue. 

My idea of a good birthday was staying bundled in my hoodie, curled up in a ball on my bed and not caring to go to class. I thought for sure that I would not be interrupted; Maria wasn't allowed in the boys dormitories (AS IT SHOULD BE) and non of my other friends were Slytherins.

Despite all of that, I heard a knock on my door.

"Nobody's in here," I mumbled, burying myself deeper into the bed sheets.

"Hamilton? Can I, uh, talk to you?"

My head immediately snapped up at the sound of Jefferson's voice. There was no stopping me in doing what was necessary.

I threw open the door and connected my fist with Thomas's nose, hearing a satisfactory crack on impact. A bright gush of blood erupted from his nose. He stumbled backward, groaning in pain.

"Fuck you! What, were you thinking, let's pay Francis Kinloch to make it look like Alex was cheating on John to uphold one of your twisted fantasies, and then pretend it never happened? Fuck that. Fuck you! Fuck everything!" I yelled, the fury in my eyes burning.

"Ow... Hamilton, I have no idea what you are talking about. I didn't pay Kinloch to do anything." He was surprisingly calm after what just happened. He never even retaliated.

"You're lying! You're a piece of shit, Thomas Jefferson! A homophobic piece of shit!"

He took his wand out of the pocket of his robes.

I expected him to start blasting spells at me.

"Episkey." He touched the tip of his wand to his nose and there was another loud crack. He pushed his teeth together and squeezed his eyes shut.

He stayed in that position for a while before opening his eyes again.

"I know I'm a complete dick. Just here me out for a second. I had nothing to do with that whole situation. And I wanted to apologize."

"Apologize my ass."

"I'm gay," He deadpanned.

"Oh shit..."

Jefferson began pacing back and forth. "My god. I said it out loud. For the first time. And it felt so fucking good. I know spitting out my newfound sexuality isn't going to solve anything, but-"

"Why were you being a homophobe?" That's all I wanted to know.

"My parents. They taught me that gay people were bad, and I believed it for a while... but when John kissed me when we were eleven, I was so afraid of what I was feeling after the fact that I kept ignoring it, hoping it would go away."

HOLD UP. 

"Let's park right there. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars. You and John kissed. You? You. You? What?" I could not believe what I was hearing. It was absurd to even think about John liking Jefferson like that. Bleh.

""He never told you?" He looked smug. "Ha, guess it wasn't meant to be after all..."

"Not helping your case here, Jeffershit."

"Right, right. Just ask him about it. Anyways, I kept being a homophobe while pushing down this growing feeling, and then there came... a boy."

I raised an eyebrow. He was going to have to do a lot better than this in order to dig himself out from the pit he put himself in.