It must be nice... (Jamilton)

'I would have never gone this fucking far'

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Thomas sighed as he approached his street, taking out his black earphones as he turned the corner. His mind was disorganised for once as he prepared for what was going to happen moments from now.

What he wasn't prepared for however, was the boy who lurked around by a tree, watching and waiting until Jefferson was close enough to approach. 

Jefferson was preoccupied with his phone after he'd taken out his earbuds, looking up after a cold voice addressed him "Thomas."  

He looked up to see a slightly familiar freckled boy. "Oh. John." Jefferson seemed unamused by the fact the other was blocking his path, tiredly looking over at him. "Thomas. I need a fucking word with you." John's voice remained calm and collected as he spoke harsh words, narrowing his eyes at Thomas, who rolled his own "Sorry but I'm kinda busy" he replied, attempting to make his way past John. 

A firm hand grabbed Thomas's lower arm, causing the boy to look at John. The audacity. "No. You're not." Laurens's voice lowered as he move to stand before the boy again, an unreadable expression on his face which Jefferson could only assume was anger. "What do you want?" he asked, making it clear he was bothered as he crossed his arms. "I'm here to let you know you're fucking dead" spat John, trying to keep his composure. "Oh ho ho and what will you do?" asked Thomas, a curious eyebrow raised to John. In a sudden, swift movement John grabbed the other boy's collar with a tight fist, yanking it and pulling him towards himself so fast the other lightly lost his balance. "Listen up you prick, next time you do as much as look at him wrong I'm cutting your balls clean off your body." Laurens's voice lowered into a slight growl as Jefferson's eyes widened, almost impressed by John's sudden attitude. "I'm impressed by your duality, really" commented Jefferson, causing John to shove him away by the collar. "Don't avoid the topic." he threatened, "You're a pussy. You hide behind screens and papers. I swear to god if you don't find a way to fix this crap I'll walk you on a dogleash through hell and back"

"Okay so you clearly got your attitude from Alexander.." commented Jefferson, only to be cut in by John's frustrated voice "Stay on topic damn it." With a sigh Thomas rolled his eyes, "Honey, you really think I'll listen to you? That's ado-" but John had enough as he launched a sudden kick to the other's groin, catching him completely off guard. John glared at the man who folded and withered in agony before him, dropping down significant inches as he groaned. "YOU FUCKIN-" 

"Fix it." John left nothing but a burning glare before walking away, leaving the boy to practically crawl back home in agony. John's kick was strong. He really must've had some unbridled rage hidden away.

"Noted" whispered Jefferson to himself, eyes slightly teary as he dragged himself slowly to the front door.

**

Another week had passed for Jefferson to relax at home - who am I kidding? He was sentenced to piles upon piles of chores as punishment. The first week of the month expelled marked the one he would finally get back his phone under the conditions of good behaviour. He'd tried to argue with his mother but it was no use.

["That's my phone! You can't just take my stuff - I need that!" But Jefferson's mother turned away as she held the device, "You're living in my house so you follow my rules" she retorted, causing the boy to groan, biting his tongue in fear of saying something that would escalate the situation. "Yeah but I'm 18 next year anyways!" he finally protested, "Yeah. Next year." she shot back, before turning to look at him. "And to be quite Frank you don't act it. If you want to be treated as an adult then you better grow up and act like one. Posting stuff about other students in the newsletters is so childish, Thomas. You're lucky your father didn't slap you all the way back to Virginia" Thomas grumbled at his mothers words, glaring at the floor until she left with his pone in hand]