Misunderstood (Discontinued)

Chapter 7

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TW: self-harm, depression, but a Lil bit of fluff for my emotional dead readers ;)

Thomas's POV (WHOOOWOWW OOOoooOOOO... I'm done now)

I'm sitting in my Trignometry class, practically dying physically and mentally. The bell takes about 400 hundred years to ring. When it finally does ring, I pick up the homework, smiling a bit. Rushing out of the classroom, well as much as my sore ankle can. I walk to Burr's dorm, sliding something under the door, knocking softly. I chuckle quietly, heading off to my French class. 

Alex's POV

I'm sitting on the couch, doing some history homework. Considering that's the only homework I have when I hear a quiet knock on the door. I place my laptop on the table, untangling myself from my cocoon of blankets. I see a small packet with a sticky note. 

 𝐻𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑜𝑛,

ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑟𝑖𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘, 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛. 𝐸𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝: 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦𝑗𝑒𝑓𝑓@𝑔𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝑚(don't know if that's a real email. Don't try to find out)

𝑀𝑢𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝐽𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 :)

I smile at how he uses the nickname... or more insult I guess. Sitting back down, I look through the packet. Okay, well shit. Math is my weakness... I guess I'll have to email Jefferson.  I open my laptop, login into my Gmail. I notice an email from Lafayette, it read, 

"I guess you have forgotten about us. Considering you started your new life". Then had an attachment of Jefferson and me walking out of class. 

"Whatever Laf", I mutter. I delete the email but see one from Jefferson. I open it and I freeze. 

"I know what you did". The words shot poison into my brain, my breath stopped. I stayed frozen, my eyes glued to the screen, I read the last sentence. "My only question is why?". 

He knows? No...no... "NO!", the scream left my lips. Why was I so scared? Jefferson isn't my friend? I won't care if I lost him... would I? My mind raced. 

Out of pure fear it somehow drove me to email back. 

Alexhammy@gmail.com: What did I do?

Jefferson responded within minutes. 

Tommyjeff@gmail.com: You stole my homework notes! 

I loosen my grip on the table, noticing my knuckles are white. My heart slows,  I breathe again. 

Alexhammy@gmail.com: What? I haven't left my room all day!

Tommyjeff@gmail.com: Jk. Check the packet. I think they are stuck with those. 

I flip through and sure enough, a lined piece of paper falls out. I see something written lightly. I whisper, "Hamilton alone. Friends?". What does he mean by that? Does he observe me that much?  

Alexhammy@gmail.com: I found it. I'm guessing you are in the same dorm as Madison. 

Tommyjeff@gmail.com: No. Madison stays with James Reynolds.