Btw if you are reading this thank you!!!-s
Time skip bc i'm lazy af
Hamilton's p.o.v.
I had just gotten to my first class, political debates, when i noticed Jefferson walking in the door. Great.
Of course he had this class, he's always running his damn mouth.
I head to the back of the room because i know that this class was taught by Washington, which means assigned seats.
Jefferson walked towards where i was standing. I shifted uncomfortably. He was so annoying, and arrogant, and....
Washington walked in surprised that Jefferson was there so early. He was used to me being early, seeing that he was my teacher since high school.
Thomas' p.o.v
Great. Hamilton is in my dorm and in my first class. Luckily Washington knows that me and hamilton don't get along. He wouldn't put us next to each other.
Yes he would. Hamilton sits right next to me. Fuck. He caught me staring. He leaned over and whispered "like what you see?"
I turned red. He smiled clearly happy that he got to me. But he didn't.
"Fuck you. I zoned out."
"Sure." He smirked. God damn i hated that cocky smirk. I rolled my eyes and tried to focus on Washington but i found myself glancing at hamilton.
A lot.
I went mostly unnoticed until the end of class. I looked over at hamilton and we locked eyes. He started turning a light shade of red. I winked then walked away my head down trying to avoid him. I heard hurried footsteps come after me. I glanced to see hamilton running down the hall.
"Don't follow me hamilton."
"I'm not. I'm going to my next class." He muttered some inaudible comment.
He continued to follow me. Crap. We had the same class...again.
"Hamilton, give me your schedule."
He did so not putting up a fight.
"Dammit!"
"What??" He sounded scared.
"We have the same schedule."
I looked up and hamilton still had a faint blush on his cheeks.
Looking at his blush made me blush. Hard. Why am i blushing? It's Hamilton!
Still, thinking of my blush made me blush even worse. I looked in his eyes they were cute. No, they were- just stop Thomas.
"Thomas?"
Hamilton's p.o.v.
"Thomas?"
Jefferson had zoned out and was turning a dark shade of red.
He glanced at the sound of his first name.
"What did you call me?"
I could almost hear the fight starting.
"I'm sorry. Jefferson."
"No i like Thomas better."
He blushed even more. We stood in silence until i caught his glance. He was staring at me.
"What?"
"Oh nothing."
