What They Say (Mullette)

VIII

A week later, and Hercules was losing his mind. Thomas and Madison had forced him to graffiti the school, resulting in suspension, and made him cut class so that they could blame him if they got caught. It was absolute hell, but he had no choice. Fortunately, they'd yet to make Lafayette do anything because he wasn't anywhere near as cooperative. Currently, Herc and Laf were sitting in a large open area outside the library with the rest of their friend group on a cluster of leather couches.

"Homo alert!" Shouted some random jerk, making a show of moving away from Laurens specifically. The rest of his gang laughed, and Thomas broke away from the group. He flicked him on the head with a smirk.

"How are ya, Johnny?" Thomas asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. Instantly, Herc and Laf stood up. "Ah ah ah." Thomas held up his phone, grabbing Laurens by the hood. "It's been a tough day for my friends back there, and they need something to... take out their frustrations on," he stated coyly, "I mean, you could easily stop me, but I know you won't because I'll share your little... secret."

Hercules took a step back with a snarl, shoulders slumping. He couldn't just sit there and do nothing, but what other option was there? He considered the options in his head eventually coming to the conclusion, fuck it, and pulling Lafayette into a kiss. Lafayette returned it with a smile, putting up a middle finger to Jefferson. He pulled away, glaring at Jefferson. "Now, let him go before I beat the living hell out of you," he snarled.

Thomas let go of John, albeit reluctantly. "You're gonna regret that, Mulligan," Thomas growled, stalking away.

"Thomas, just forget it, they aren't worth our time anyway..." Madison said, following behind him.

It was silent in the group for a while. Then, Peggy squealed, tackling Hercules in a hug. "I knew it! And oh my god you two are so god damn cute!" She cried, getting back up. "That was so sweet Herc! Protecting John by sacrificing your reputation like that. It's so sweet to see that you're finally embracing who you are." she sighed.

"I told you they were dating," Eliza said to Hamilton.

Alex just rolled his eyes, handing her a ten dollar bill. "As promised," a stated reluctantly.

"Wait, you were betting on whether I was gay or not?" Herc asked.

"Nah, just Alex and 'Liza," Angelica replied, "He's fucking oblivious, so he just couldn't see that you were acting like a pining anime character around Laf."

"'A pining-' I was not!" Herc cried.

"Uh, yes you were. You can't lie to us," John stated with a smirk, "we've got the greatest collective gaydar in the school," he said, "and um by the way, thanks for doing that for me..."

"I'd been wanting to do it for ages dude, it's no problem," Herc replied.

"Same here," Laf stated.

The group laughed, continuing to talk and eat their pizza.

Meanwhile, Thomas slammed the door of the football team locker room. "THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?" He shouted.

"Move on, maybe?" James suggested, "those two aren't worth our time, Thomas. Just... let them be..."

"'Let them be'? Are you shitting me James? We 'let them be' and everyone will start walking all over us. We'll be nothing. I am going to ruin those two if it's the last thing I do!" Thomas yelled.

"Why? Because they're happy with who they are? Why the hell is that so wrong?" James replied, raising his voice.

"It's because they're different, James. It's not my choice who society says is wrong, I just take advantage of it," Thomas stated, turning toward the door.

"Thomas wait!" James grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him back. Now or never, he thought. He smashed his lips into Thomas' (HOW THE FUCK DOES ONE MAKE A WORD ENDING IN S POSSESSIVE I FUCKING HATE GRAMMAR) James squeezed his eyes tight, knowing that Thomas wouldn't kiss back. Then, suddenly, he felt a hand on his waist, pulling him closer. Thomas's's's lips moved against his, wanting more. Then, he pulled away, looking down at the ground and stammering. He walked back through the door, leaving James alone in the locker room, blushing madly with a goofy grin on his face.

A/N ITS ALIIIIIIIIVVVVVEEEEE Yeah hey, long time no see I've had finals and writer's block so yay for excuses. As you can probably tell I hate names that end in S, so Thomas and James are a fucking nightmare to write about ;-;...