Sinners and Saints: A modern HAMILTON AU

chapter 2

John's POV:

"Where's the cofeeeeeee?" Laf groaned, shuffling to the counter and plopping his head down on it. 

"Go get soooooooome!" I mock moaned back. 

Alex had now shuffled in while brushing his hair. "what's going on?" 

"John won't give me cofeeeeeeeee!" Laf whined pointing an accusing finger at me. I swatted his hand away and tossed a mug to him which he caught surprisingly since he looked drunk and exhausted.  

"so what class do you have first?" Herc glanced at his schedule.

  I peered over at my schedule which was taped to the refrigerator. "Debate."

Alex suddenly perked up. "ME TOO!" he gave me a fist bump while pouring half a can of Monster in his coffee. 

"petite lion? that's dangerous." Laf inquired. 

Alex slurped it down while glaring. 

Herc rolled his eyes and smiled at Laf. "you and I have History together!" 

While Laf and Herc giggled and squealed over their shared classes, I pulled Alex to the door. "come on Alex, we have class to get to." 

(time skip to debate class)

Alex and I walked into the classroom to find the most vile piece of crap alive. Thomas, fucking, Jefferson. 

"Well, if it isn't the world's smallest midget, Hamilbitch." he strolled over to us with his buddy, James Madison, nervously trailing behind him. 

Alex's face crossed with annoyance. "Your ass must be jealous at the amount of shit your mouth is coughing up." 

Jefferson's eye twitched for a moment then he burst out laughing. "look at this lovely display of the Caribbean crap trying to intimidate others. You're pathetic." 

Alex gave a snide grin. "At least I'm not traveling around in attire that's way too old for this century then having a human being trailing behind you like a dog! you're twenty times more pathetic then I am." his eyes shifted to James Madison who seemed to shrink from fear. Thomas caught his eye and stepped between the two. "No one insults James like that." 

"No one insults me, either." Alex shot back.

Jefferson's eyes glinted with mischief. "you know Alex, I make good impressions of people. this one is your father." he turned on his heel and strutted away. 

Alex's face paled then turned beet red. "YOU FAT MOTHER FUCKER!" 

I grabbed his shoulders before he could do damage. "calm down Alex. He's not worth it." 

I led him to his seat and made sure he stayed there until the professer came in.

After fifteen minutes of waiting, our instructor finally entered the class. Alex's eyes widened beside me. Our teacher happened to be an old professor of ours:

"Good morning class, I'm your instructor Mr. Washington." 

Yep. Old Washing Machine himself. a literal ball of kindness and hope. 

"I seem to recognize some students from my previous years of work," he nodded to Alex and I then his eyes trailed over to Jefferson making his face fall a smidge.

he regained posture and grinned. "since today is the first day of class, I'd like to start with a display of the musical Miranda's Debate #1. I'd like Alex and Thomas to start and use your own names." 

Even before he said it, the two men were having war with their eyes.

Jefferson stood up and rapped about the need without the bank  and honestly, I wasn't paying much attention. He wasn't that important anyway.