time skip because I got bored of where the story is going
john POV
Alex was always very passionate. That much was obvious to any one who had seen his in class debates with certain Samuel Seabury. However I had never expected to see him launch into a fist fight.
The day had started like any other. I had woken up and proceeded to make breakfast while Alex groggily unattached himself from his computer. I once again scolded him for not getting enough sleep while he smiled and apologized sheepishly. After breakfast, we went to class and were on our way back to our dorm when we were suddenly interrupted.
alex pov
"Well if it isn't the son of a whore himself!", I heard a lazy southern drawl. I turned to see a smug Thomas Jefferson leaning against a lampost, his posse known as the Southern Democratic Republicans surrounding him.
"Thomas! You know I thought this school was for educated people.", I said as John looked between us nervously. "Guess I was wrong."
"Screw off Hamilton!", Jefferson scowled as he took a step towards me. I narrow my eyes and take step towards him as well. He growls at me.
"C'mon guys it's not worth it", John pleaded as he came in between us. "Let's just-"
"Oh shut up you fag!", Jefferson scowled as he pushed John to the ground.
He.
Pushed.
My.
John.
No he did not.
I tackled Jefferson to the ground and began punching anything I could reach. I heard shouts from John along with muffled cries and grunts as I continued to see red. After what seemed like a minute we were finally pulled apart. I struggled until I realized it was John holding me close to his chest to which I then relaxed. Jefferson smirked dangerously at me, his eye bruised and bloody, his lip busted.
"We aren't finished Hamiltrash", he snarled as he began to walk away with his gang.
t. i. m. e. s. k. i. p.
"Alex, I can't believe you!", John scolds me the way a mother does as he tends to my bruised cheek and black eye. "A fist fight? Really? What does violence like that solve?"
He pushed you", I mumble. "I can't-I don't- I couldn't let him get away with it."
"Alex- I was fine. It was just one push", John whispers as he wipes at my cheek slowly.
"I'm sorry I don't know what- I just- I couldn't watch him hurt you. It's whatever though.", I said as I got up quickly and headed for my computer.
"What are you doing?", he asks me as I plug my computer in.
"Nothing, I just have to write an essay or two-"
"No", he cuts me off firmly.
"What do you mean no?"
"I mean no you're not gonna spend another night staring at that screen, Alexander you are coming to bed like it or not!", John exclaimed as he slammed my computer shot and shoved me into our bedroom. I stared at him, bewildered, as he dragged me into the bathroom.
"Now brush your teeth!", he commanded as he shoved a toothbrush into my hand.
"John-"
"You heard me!" I reluctantly brush my teeth. He pushes me onto my bed and climbs into his own.
"Goodnight Alex.", he murmured.
"Goodnight John...", I dosed off before I could finish.
