something they can never take away ≠ lams

-I will fucking destroy you, Hamilton-

Alex's POV

It was all back to normal. Finally. We were back at our dorm, John was doing alright and there weren't any fights after that, he continued leaving cute notes again and quite frankly, I was happy about that.

Anyways, there's 10 minutes until debate class and I was just about to put my shoes on. John was already in art class and left a note on the kitchen table.

Have a good day, you dork.

-JL x

Simple but cute.

I shove the note into my jacket pocket and make my way over to class. I pass rushing teenagers and busy hallways until I reach class.

Apparently, our old debate teacher resigned this morning, so an email says. Someone else is meant to be teaching us. What was his name? George Washingborough? Washingmachine? Washingman? Whatever.

I enter the classroom to see the usual faces like Angelica who is sitting next to her crush, Thomas Paine. James Madison, Aaron Burr, Charles Lee, Samuel Seabury and...

Thomas Jefferson?

Since when did he move into my class? Anyways, all that I know of him is that apparently he's a dick and self-centered. He's got very puffy hair and constantly wears magenta. Weird. He's always with James Madison, too.

I sit down at my desk next to Burr.

"What's Jefferson doing here?" I ask him.

He shrugs and says "Dunno. Everyone thinks he only moved to this class because James Madison is here"

I glance over to Jefferson, who is in fact sitting next to James.

As I am about to answer, a bald, middle-aged man walks in with a rucksack and piles on paper in his hands. He places the papers on his desk and his bag on the floor.

Everyone quiets down and we wait for the teacher to speak.

"Hello class. My name is George Washington-"

That's it. Washington.

"I will be teaching you debate for the rest of this year. I know, this whole teacher resigning thing is inconvenient but you'll have to bear with me. Anyways, you can call me Mr. Washington, Washington or what ever you want. Our topic for today will be 'Should women have access to abortion?'"

Interesting topic.

"I would like all of you to write a short paragraph defending your choice on whether it should or shouldn't be allowed. I will give you 15 minutes"

Before he could finish his sentence I was already on my 4th paragraph and not even finished. The 15 minutes passed rapidly and Washington spoke again.

"Right then. I need two volunteers to come up at the front of the class and demonstrate a debate for me"

I put my hand up. Obviously.

"What's your name, young man?" He asks me.

"Alexander Hamilton" I proudly answer.

"Okay. And you also" He says and points at Jefferson who has his hand up.

Great. Now I have to debate against Jefferson.

"The issue on the table, as I have already said. Should women be allowed to abort? Jefferson, you have the floor"

I wonder how he already knew his name.

"Women should absolutely not be allowed to abort! Abortion is a process where the mother kills the fetus. Sometimes there are understandable reasons for these actions, but then some women feel they aren't ready to be a mother. Prior to 1973, abortion was illegal in the United States, unless in situations where a woman's health was at stake. It should have stayed like that. Abortion IS murder. Condoms are available and inexpensive. There are also other forms of birth control. Some people say it's their choice so I think people should choose wisely, by not killing a baby. There are also many programs in the U.S. that will aid people financially, for people who claim to be financially unfit to raise a child. Contraceptives are free at schools, churches and pharmacies. Nobody should died because of someone else's wrong choices" Jefferson finishes up.

Is he being serious right now?

"Thank you, Jefferson. Hamilton, your response" Washington invites me to speak.

I clear my throat and begin my speech.

"I support the right to privacy and the idea women should have the choice to do what they please with her own body. As an example; a woman is raped by a man and becomes pregnant with his child. She decides she doesn't want to keep the baby; she has an abortion because the idea of raising a child of her rapist is too painful for her to cope with. Have you ever heard of rape? Have you heard how hard it could be to cope with a child? Especially whose dad is a rapist. Especially if you are still in school. Another example could be a teenager that decided to have sex, not being fully aware of the consequences. To support the child, she'd need to drop out of school. Some parents decide to help their daughters, some don't and kick them out of their own home. Which would later result in the two possibly dying due to inconvenient circumstances like starvation or the climate. Have you ever thought about that? No, didn't think so. You know how I know that? Because you are a self-centered bigo-"

"Alright, alright. Break it up you too" Exclaims Washington and we both return to our seats.

Jefferson shot me a glare as he melted into the seat.

"I will fucking destroy you, Hamilton" He mouths to me across the room.

"Bring it on" I mouth back, not realising what I've gotten myself into.

"After this lesson. On the field"

"Fine" I say.

Goddamnit Hamilton, why can't you keep your mouth shut for once?

The class is soon over and Jefferson and I get called back once everyone else is gone.

"You two have very good debate skills. I'd be hoping to see you two at debate club. You can fill in this form and being it to me tomorrow"

I spare Jefferson a dirty look as I grab the form from Washington's hand and sprint out of the room.

yo yo. sorry for the late update. I had athletics and my body was aching for a week. I could barely move. anyways, hope you've enjoy this chapter as things might get pretty steamy next chapter ;)