His Best Friend. (Hamlaf)

| chapter 17 |

Thomas' POV

I wasn't known for being.. the nicest. But throughout everything, I was pretty damn popular. People still liked me.

All but Alexander fuckin' Hamilton.

Him and I never really saw eye-to-eye.

I won't get into the crevices of our past, but just know he was a dirtbag who I 'loved to hate' according to.. some people.

By 'some people' I mean Lafayette.

Christ.. Lafayette.

Lafayette― I don't mean to get sappy, but he's really someone I value. One of my best friends, really.

I'm not too good at expressing that.

James says I often.. "self-sabotage" my relationships. And, he's right. I do.

I really fucked it up with Laf. I remember that Monday vividly. I could begrudgingly retell it..

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| Earlier that day, but from Thomas' POV. |

After Lafayette confessed that he actually liked Hamilton, I got weary of that. For a multitude of reasons. In this moment, I suppose my emotions got the better of me.

I took a step back and furrowed my eyebrows. "You can't like him, Laf."

"Why not, Thomas? Do YOU like him or something?" Lafayette accused.

What. What? That's.. a theory for sure. I stared at him with a mix of disgust and confusion on my face. Hamilton? Me? Me liking Hamilton? Whaaattt..? That's.. no..

I didn't know what to say for a second. I was taken aback. "WHAHAT?! Lafayette, that's-" I paused. The only way I knew how to regain my composure and my lead of the conversation was to.. threaten him. "Ugh! You know what? I'm gonna leak that photo." I said with no intent of actually doing it. I don't pride myself on that threat. Nor did I pride myself on it when I said it.

Lafayette looked distressed. He quickly made his way closer to me and he pleaded, "Thomas, don't- Please." His hands gripped my shirt softly.

Realistically, I felt like shit. But, I had already gone this far so I might as well commit to my act.. Right?

"Then stop kissin' Hamilton n' shit." I grumbled. I immediately regretted saying that. Or.. at least wording it like that. It came off more commanding than I'd thought. He was surely going to be pissed now. For a split second, my demeanor softened, before I went back to looking rather.. mean.

Lafayette let go of me, and he just stared at me. His eyebrows furrowed. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, and I didn't like the ambiguity. I was afraid he'd been offended by my remark. Within the span of three seconds, I instantly felt pangs of guilt and I just wanted to take back everything I said to him. Why would I say that to him?! I didn't mean it. I really didn't. I just got so.. defensive. For a reason unbeknownst to me! I.. I said it was because of how untrustworthy Hamilton is, but I didn't mean that. I didn't know what I was doing this for.

Just then, breaking the silence, Lafayette inhaled sharply as he wanted to say something.

"You know what, Thomas? Casse-toi!" [Fuck off!] He exclaimed.

I took a step back, my eyes widening slightly.

He continued, "You cannot control me, tu fils de pute!" [You son of a bitch!]