You make me sick

Make (2)

1 MONTH INTO COLLEGE

Hamilton

Jeffershit bursts in, tears streaming down the face as he mutters something to me angrily, then storms into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. 

Lafayette gasps and mutters something in French, running after him. I shrug and turn back to my computer, blocking this out. The dude hates me anyway, he wouldn't want my help. 

Although, I do feel a slight ache in my chest as I hear a stifled sob, and soon after Lafayette's soft murmur in an attempt to comfort him. I try to ignore it, but after a few minutes of hearing him cry continuously, I can't take it anymore. I shut my computer quickly and dart outside after pulling on a sweatshirt. 

After making my way over to the staircase, I change my mind and head back for my laptop, squeezing my eyes shut to try and block his sniffles out. Ugh, Jefferson! Stop being sad, it's so distracting!

Once finally free, I debate internally on where to go, then finally decide on a coffee shop. I would say that I loved Laurens more than I did coffee, but, in all honesty, I would probably be lying. 

Sorry Jackie, you're the second love of my life, promise!

Once shielded from the sharp fog of the morning inside the cozy little campus coffee shop, I slide into an empty booth and open my computer. I try to finish typing my thirty two page essay that was supposed to only be five pages, but I can't focus. 

Maybe a latte will help?

Two sips later, and no such luck. I can't get Jefferson's sick little sniffles out of my head. I sigh, leaving two dollars of tip on the table for my waitress, then grab my laptop and head out. Jackie wanted a Disney movie run today, and I can't let him down. 

Redbox, here I come!

~~~

Jefferson

I pull the buzzing phone out of my pocket, smiling when I see the contact name.

JEMMYJONESSSSSSSSSSS👌

That's eleven s' to be exact. Siri has a lot of trouble with it, but I don't mind. I quickly press the green pick up button, pulling the phone up to my ear. 

"Hey James. What's up?" I have no idea why my boyfriend's calling me, but I'm not complaining. "Why are yo-" I'm cut off by his dark and low voice. 

"Jefferson, I've had enough." Jefferson? Since when does he call me Jefferson? I'm his Tommy boy, I was never Jefferson to him. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" His response is emotionless.

"I think we should break up." My fingers go cold, and I swear my heart stops beating for a second.

"W- What?" No. I didn't hear him right, he's just playing a game with me, he's gonna spring up from behind me and make it a huge surprise.

"You heard me. We should break up." I sputter like a broken car.

"B- But, w- w- why? S- S- Since w- since w- when?!" I can almost hear him set his jaw on the other end.

"I've had enough of you hanging out with other people behind my back. I don't wanna be long distance dating some slut." WHAT?! SINCE WHEN HAVE I CHEATED?! My response is a clear echo of my thoughts.