Sons of Liberty University | Hamilton College AU

Chapter 36 - Murderer (pt. 2 of 7)

John

On Tuesday, at exactly 3:36 PM, I ran into a girl in the hallway.

I remember the time because I had glanced down at my wristwatch a few milliseconds before to see if I was late at all, which I wasn't. All I had to do was grab Alex's blanket from Jefferson, who had broken into our dorm room to make James Madison less cold.

Okay, so, he didn't break in, Alex gave him the blanket and told him to tell James to get well soon, but in my mind it would be funnier if he had broken in.

And it was as I thought about how Christmas was going to play out for us that I ran into the girl.

She was a blonde beauty with tan skin and leafy-green eyes who wore nice clothing, along with several rings.

"Watch where you're going!" she said angrily, then pushed herself up and brushed off her leggings. "Disgusting fag!"

"Y'know, I was gonna say I was sorry," I said, rolling my eyes. "But it seems that the one who needs an apology is JESUS."

I then sprinted in the opposite direction.

When I reached our room, I found Alex sitting in bed, talking to the same girl I had run into in the hallway.

Alex grinned at me. "Hey, babygirl! Look who's here! This is Casey, one of the only friends I ever had in the Caribbean!"

The girl, Casey, smirked at me. "Hey, John. How nice to meet you."

I clenched my teeth and glared at her. "The pleasure is all mine," I ground out, then turned to Alex. "Baby, I got your blanket back."

Alex beamed, then patted the spot next to him on our bed. I obliged and sat down and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. He laid his head on my shoulder and sighed, snuggling up to me.

The look of disgust plagued Casey's features for only a fraction of a second before smiling at Alex, who hadn't seen her face. "Well, I'd better be off! Have to get to band practice. Toodles!"

And with that, she left.

"It's been so long since I've seen her," Alex said. "She's kind of a jerk, though."

"She called me a faggot in the hallway because I ran into her," I said bluntly. "She's not a good person."

Alex closed his eyes and sighed. "I hate her," he whispered. "She's such a bitch."

"That she is, that she is."

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"Hey, baby," Alex called from the bathroom. "Did you see if we got anything in our mail? Any um, packages at all?"

"Lemme check," I responded, then crept outside, ready to brandish my fake knife at whoever came my way. I opened the mailbox and found two letters and a bag package. I took the contents out of the mailbox and brought them back inside and set them down on our bed. "Yeah, there was a package in the mail. There's also two letters addressed to you."

He leapt out of the bathroom and grabbed the package and letters and went back in the bathroom.

I snorted in amusement.

"This one's from Mama," he said, coming back out without the package. "And this one's from Mr. Washington...?"

I quirked my eyebrow. Why wouldn't he just come down and give it to you or tell it to you in person?"

"I-I don't know," he admitted. "I'm gonna read Mama's letter first, though."

He opened the envelope and sat down on the bed and began to read the paper.

His hair was so messy. I loved it when it was messy like that.

His face fell. "She knows," he said softly. "I was hoping she would never find out."

I sat next to him and kissed his cheek. "It's okay, baby," I said softly. "We'll be alright."

He opened the letter from Washington.

"'Come up to my room tomorrow at around 5 PM'," he read aloud. "'There's someone I'd like you to meet.' Who?"

"I don't know, baby." I said, slipping my arm around his shoulders. "But we'll find out soon enough."