War of College | Hamilton Reckless Au

the aftermath

Alex pov
The morning shines through the tan tinted curtains that are draped over a square window besides me. I lie awake staring at the ceiling, recalling the events that took place last night. "Morning sleepyhead" turning over I and see John sitting down beside me. "When did yo-" I sit up startled. "I came in a minute ago." John chuckles "How are you feeling...?" he asks sweetly. He leans over and ties the tan curtains to the sides of the window, revealing the red and blue sky. "Fine I guess..." I slightly mumble. "How did you sleep..?" John asks, I go under the covers and turn away from him. "Fine.." I mumble.
"Are you okay...? You seem...very closed off... Do you wanna talk about it..?" John patiently asks, his voice sounds concerned. I sit down on the bed, I looks away and don't answer... John sighs,
"Okay... come out when you are ready for breakfast." As he finishes what he was saying I hear him get up and walk out closing the door behind him. I dig my face in my hands. Pesky memories! Why can't they leave me alone! I stand up and rub my eyes.
I walk out to the living room wearily, I look around at the familiar scenery, Bright colorful blankets draped on the light brown couch, pillows scattered, laundry spread across the white carpet, controllers sitting on the table, and the kitchen in a disarray of pans, pots, wrappers and insta-noodles. I see Laff and Herc playing on Smash Bros on the TV, John is siting on the floor watching. I check my phone, it's Friday, October, 10th 8:00am. Burr is making coffee in the kitchen. "Morning Alex!" Burr says handing me a cup of coffee. I wave and take it, "Lauren's said that you weren't feeling well yesterday when I texted you." "How're you feeling?" He asked with his voice , I don't even remember anyone texting me last night, maybe I left it in the living room and John got it. "I'm fine, I wasn't sick I just don't like storms." I say while I tug on my teal jacket string nervously. I look down trying to hide the tension in my face. Burr looks at me, he seems concerned, which is the opposite of what I want him to be.Herc and Laff look over, with worried expressions. My freak out yesterday caused all eyes to be on me, in all the bad ways, I wanted to be alone, it didn't feel like I was in the comforts of my own dorm, it was like all my feeling where about to spill at any moment, I can't let that happen. I won't let that happen!
"I... I have to get to class.." I force out the first lie I can think of. I run in my room, get changed. As I rush out all I hear is John pleading "Alex wait-!" I shut the door. I leave feeling awful, I run to the first place I can see, I lean my back against the wall. I breathe sharply, all the emotions push out in a aggressive sob, I slide down to the floor and dig my head in my knees. I don't hear anything but the sound of my own misery, the familiar fall breeze flows through my hair.

Madison's POV

I lie in a puzzled wake, the guy from the other night intrudes into my frenzied thoughts,
Jefferson....
He seemed to be a awful person when I first heard of him, people speak of a dreadful man with harsh, unforgiving eyes, the man who will harm you even if you did nothing wrong. There's this forged ideas in peoples heads that Jefferson is a man to be feared, but was it forged because of actions, or rumors?
I look up at the ceiling, cover my face with my hands and groans in frustration. I don't understand it. If he is so bad, why would he protect me? Why me of all people?
I lie there while I collect my thoughts, after a few minutes I toss my cover aside revealing my sky blues bed sheets, I stand up. I open my dark red colored curtains, a warm light spreads from the outside to the inside. I look outside, to see a few people walking to class early, a guy playing soccer on the field and and some people that are just hanging out waiting for class to start. I shift my focus to a person that is pacing. I recognized the familiar puffy black hair, dark toned clothes and scratches on his arm and face, that has to be Jefferson! I continue to stare, wondering what he's thinking about. He stops and looks around, we make eye contact, I flush and hide behind the curtains. I should talk to him! I need to know why he helped me. I get dressed and rush to the front door, All the sudden my consciousness attempts to reason with this impulsiveness. I stop holding the door knob. I shouldn't....what if he is bad, what if I got him wrong last night, what if he really never wanted to help me. I take a step back. I shake my head, shaking off my reasoning. No, I should! I must! I impulsively swing the door open to prevent anymore overthinking. It slams at the wall and I run to Jefferson, he looks at me bewildered. I breathe heavily from the rush, I muster the courage to speak. "H-Hi...!" I stutter. He looks at my dorm and then at me. "You left your door open..." he says emotionlessly and nonchalantly, he points to it, it's wide open, giving a peak into the disorderly living room. "Hah!" I laugh nervously. I spin and maneuver my way around Jefferson, in a attempt to get to my dorm, I walk over and slam it closed. Jefferson looks at me like I've gone mad. "Okay!" I take a deep breath and turn around. "So... I didn't get to ask you this last night, because our conversation was rather short, but......" I speak softly and cowardly. Jefferson puts his hands in his pockets, he looks at me and raises a brow. "Yeah...?" He nudges me to finish.
"Why did you..... help me last night...?" I finally ask, Jefferson tightens looking rather uncomfortable with the question. "You could've easily just hurt me, but you didn't.. why...?" Jefferson is quiet, I look at him waiting for an answer but all I get is silence. Jefferson opens his mouth after a very long awkward silence. "Well-...." He is interrupted by the school bell. We stand looking at each other for a bit. "I have to go." Jefferson says briefly. "But-" I attempt to continue the conversation but he's already walking away. I take a deep breath and sigh sadly. I go and walk to my class defeated.