Thomas Jefferson walked confidently into the school, his regular casual swagger in place.
He flashed Washington a peace sign as he passed the other boy's locker. Washington rolled his eyes and turned away.
Jefferson pulled his own locker open, turning to speak to the boy next to him.
"What's up Madison?"
The other boy looked up from what he had been doing. "Hey Jefferson! How are you?"
"Good," Jefferson drawled. "Ready for the weekend."
Madison laughed. "It's Monday."
"Mmm," Jefferson agreed lazily, taking a sip from his waterbottle.
"So, you thinking of asking Angelica out today?" Madison asked, a small smirk on his face.
Jefferson snorted. "She's all eyes for that that Burr kid. Barely any of her attention is left for me."
Madison shrugged. "It's worth a go."
"Not really."
"Well, if you say so. . ."
"I do."
There was a moment of silence.
"What about her?" Jefferson pointed across the hall with a pinky, casually holding his waterbottle.
"Who? Maria?" Madison asked, following his finger.
"The one in the red?"
Madison nodded.
"Yeah, her."
"I think she's already interested in someone," Madison said, a frown on his face.
Jefferson sighed. "None of the girls are left for me."
"What about Eliza?"
Jefferson laughed. "Are you kidding me? She's practically obsessed with that Hamilton. I accidentally knocked into her the other day, and he practically took my eyes out. There is no way on earth I'm asking her out and risking Angelica's rath."
Madison didn't see how Angelica and Hamilton connected in that context, but he shrugged it off.
"Okay. Then I guess all the girls really are taken."
Jefferson sighed and turned back to his locker.
"They're all blind to my brilliance."
"Yeah, something like that," Madison muttered, rolling his eyes at his friend's arrogance.
•••
During class Jefferson sat near the back.
He amused himself with drawing doodles of Hamilton. In them he was shot, impaled, Eliza broke up with him, and every other sort of painful thing that would lead to his ultimate demise Jefferson could think of happened.
Needless to say, Jefferson went to lunch with a broad smile on his face.
He came into the cafeteria to see only Madison sitting at their regular table.
He scanned the room with a frown.
Normally Angelica sat with them. Where was she?
His frown deepened when he saw her sitting with Burr.
What in the world did she see in him?
He walked over to Madison and sat down heavily across from him.
"What's up with you?" his friend asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing," Jefferson pouted.
"You sure?"
"Yeah," he said distractedly, eyes fixed on the other table. "It's nothing."
A/N: So. . . Jefferson's POV. Thoughts on it? Did I do well?
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