It must be nice... (Jamilton)

It Must be Nice to Have Washington on Your Side.

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"God, seriously!?" Jefferson's voice cut through the noise of the loud voices shouting, and talking in the hallway. "What is it?" asked James, leaning over to look at the paper which his taller friend was holding, his expression curious as he tried to catch a glimpse of the words of the page, struggling as Jefferson moved forward. "Fuck's sake, Alex won the history competition again" he groaned, gritting his teeth as he crumpled the paper. "Let me see" James snatched it from his grip to scan the words. The smaller guy rolled his eyes as he read the words carefully, sighing before looking up at his friend, Thomas.

It's not the first time that the two had been agitated in this way.

It's not only the constant fact that Alex won anytime he was opposed to Jefferson, but the fact that he knew the whole thing was rigged. Washington favoured Alex, and it was so obvious.

There was a reason for that, though. Alex threw dirt on Thomas's name all the time, got him written down for stupid shit on the school news papers, and reported him for the dumbest shit.. Thomas and James have had enough.

Alexander was nothing but a smart-ass, tyrant little shit. Everyone thought he was so quiet, and so innocent, but him and Thomas didn't see eye-to-eye, and never have.

"I'm so fucking sick of this" complained Jefferson, taking a stop to his small locker as James scrunched up the paper in his hands, standing beside him. "It must be so fucking nice being Washington's fAvOurItE." He spat. "Because Alex is a try-hard little BIT-" James placed a hand on Thomas's shoulder, snapping him out of it before the man absolutely lost his shit. "Thomas, take a breath" he interrupted, causing the man to look down at him, his eyes bubbling over with rage, and yet, he closed them and very slowly inhaled. A small quiet fell as most of the students cleared. Thomas once more opened his eyes and looked to James, "This is so unfair" he said, to which Madison nodded, "I know".

"But what if... we spoke to Washington?" he suggested, "And said what?" there was a sense of doubt in Jefferson's voice as he raised a curious eyebrow to his friend - "Reported Alexander." Jefferson smiled and shook his head, "For what?" he asked, "Anything. He throws shit on us all the time so why don't we just do it back?" Jefferson sighed as he twisted the key of his locker, already looking away from his friend as he opened it - "He'll never believe us." said Jefferson coldly. "Yes, Yes I know" stated Madison, before continuing. "But... I know someone who he would believe.." he muttered, watching as Jefferson rummaged for his P.E bag in the locker, before looking to James with a raised eyebrow, "Who?" he suddenly sounded intrigued. James shared a tense look with him and Thomas's eyes momentarily widened in realisation "Ohhhh.." His lips then curled into a small smirk "Oh.. yeah, I see now" but before he could say anything else, he had gotten a nudge in his side from Madison, groaning. "Speak of the devil." whispered James, which instantly made Jefferson look over to where he was staring. And behold, a man wearing the same blue uniform made his way down the hallway, looking up from his paper only to lock eyes with the two - who got shivers of disgust.

"Thomas. James." He said, a smile forming on his face. Thomas gagged in disgust as the man stepped closer to them. "How many times have I told you not to call me that." hissed Jefferson, getting completely ignored as Hamilton started to begin a different topic, "Sorry that you lost the project" he said, "Better luck next time." He smiled sweetly at the two as Thomas burned his glare into Alexander's soul, watching as he turned and walked away. He then turned to Madison, "I think you may be onto something."