The Truth// Jamilton Fanfic

i should go.

(IM BACK BITCHESSSS:)))
Now prepare for more s a d n e s s

>Thomas POV<

"i should get going my mom is probably wondering where I am." I felt the entire spark from yesterday and this morning fade slowly out, great. More middle school flashbacks.
"Oh. Are you sure? I can make breakfast for us if you wan-"
"No. No please you've done enough by helping me. Enjoy your 'date' with John," venom crawled up my throat making the next few words burn more than my hate for Alexander. "I'm really glad he's apologizing, he's a great guy and I hope everything turns out good for you two." My back turned to Hamilton grabbing my phone and headphones, packing all of my shit into my bag quickly. "Really? You think so?" His voice sounded light and sweet as he said those words, "you think he'll change ?"
"I did, didn't I?" Popping one of my Airpods in my ear, turning back to him with a forced smile. Putting on strap of my backpack on hearing alex laugh softly, "well I'm still not sure it's only been one day Thomas-"
"And I've given you probably 5 years of fucking pain, haven't I?" My voice pierced through his laugh my hair slightly bunching as I turned my head towards him, my eyes wide and becoming red before settling down.

He nodded shyly.

Sighing, I tied my hair half up and gave him a slight hug. "Be careful Ham-Alexander, just because you change doesnt mean the old you isnt hidden behind silver lining."
"I know, that's why it's so hard to forgive you. I want to believing me, but theres so much history between us and-"
Tears filled the peaks of my eyes gently biting my cheek, "s-see you at school, h-hm?" Shutting the door and starting to walk to my car parked a little ways down the street, by this point my face was tear stained and burning. Unlocking my car and getting in throwing my backpack in the passenger seat, sobbing in my hands.
I hated myself so much. Barely even breathing as my head spun the car. I couldn't have been nice to him??? This was my FUCKING way of flirting?!? I could've been the annoying pick me boy
The flirt
The sweet guy no one fucking wants
But no
I'm the football prick that every wants to fuck.

they fuck me then don't even stay around for morning. I did the same anyways so.

I wiped my face and glanced at my phone, I didn't have a chance with Alex. Starting up the car and driving off not looking back, I was tired of looking back I can't look back without falling apart. The drive was quiet, no music just my thoughts, turning out Alex filled most of them which didn't help. I turned on my NF and Billie ellish playlist, engulfing myself into the music and letting everything fade only focusing on driving.
       A few minutes passed before stopped at the gates of the neighborhood, checking my phone and rolling down my window to put in the fancy pin number for this place hearing a little click and thank you from the machine as I stepped on the gas driving up the hill, taking deep breaths as I parked my car in the driveway turning off the car and getting out with my stuff. My heart slightly pounding out of my chest, even looking at the front door. The modern country house near the back of the neighborhood, the biggest property of about 16 acres, a creek not too far. Gulping slowly I knocked on the door, hearing the locks jingle and the door slightly open.

"Thomas?"

"Hey James, long time no see"