You make me sick

Me (3)

Jefferson

As soon as the door closes, I hear a shuffling from inside, probably everyone turning to face Laf. I sigh, hoping that he doesn't spill anything.

He probably will.

I dash outside to grab a coffee, but nearly break down when I see the scones behind glass.  James loves scones. AUGH, JEFFERSON, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! Too late. Tears start to fill up my eyes as I run my hand through my hair, trying to focus on anything but thoughts of James. My waitress looks at me weird, but I'm not really sure I care anymore. 

I mumble a quick thanks to her, then head outside to collapse on an iron bench by the brick walls of the dorm buildings. Students pass by as I bury my head in between my knees, ignoring their worried glances of concern. 

Ugh, how am I gonna explain this to KG and Sam? I hate the guys, but as long as they're on my side, my enemies will be nonexistent. This isn't fair.

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Hamilton

"Alright, what the hell was that?" Laf shakes his head, grabbing a cookie and jumping over the back of the couch to land on a pillow. 

"Mon ami, I have no... How you say?" He turns to Hercules, who settles beside him and shrugs. 

"Permission?" He offers. Lafayette snaps his fingers, eyes lighting up. 

"Yes! I have no permission from Thomas." Laurens groans, grabbing my arm and pulling me onto the other couch.

"Come on, Laf, tell us!" Lafayette shakes his head again, leaning into his Hercules. John huffs, standing up and crossing his arms. "Come on, We're a group of gay guys," I mutter underneath by breath, and he bites his lip. "Sorry. Three gay guys and one bisexual, a transgender dude," Lafayette blushes at this. "And some gossip waiting around." Laf looks confused, rising up from his position on the couch to reach the same level as Laurens. 

"What does our sexuality have to do with this? Please explain, I do not understand." John sighs as I pull him back down to sit next to me, and I respond for him. 

"I think what Jackie is trying to explain, is that we can't really act compassionate around Jefferson if we don't know what's going on. Although," I turn to look at Laurens. "I'm confused about the sexuality rant as well." Laurens pouts, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

"I want something to talk about, people!" Hercules rolls his eyes, then opens his mouth to ask a question. I still don't understand what Laurens is trying get across.

"By the way, any idea why he freaked out when he saw me?" Laf raised his eyebrow, then gasped as his eyes ran over Hercules.

"Mon amour, you look just like him!" Alright, now I'm even more curious.

"Like who?" The French's eyes widen and he clamps a hand over his mouth.

"Shit." We all start clamoring at once, trying to get him to talk, when the door opens and we all fall silent. Jefferson rolls his red, puffy eyes at our expressions as he grabs a cookie. I open my mouth to talk, but he beats me to it.

"Did you tell them anything, Laf?" Baguette shakes his head no, and Jefferson smiles gratefully. UGH, HIS SMILE IS SO ANNOYING! Alright, my turn to talk.