Washington's Daughter, a Hamilton Fanfiction.

Chapter Eleven.

"Go home, Alexander."
"Sir.."
"Go home!"
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So, your father sent Alexander home. Why? Oh, because he let Laurens shoot Charles Lee. You never liked Lee, but you still respected him. Yes, his tactics were terrible, and yes, he talked shit about your father, but you still respected him. Even though Hamilton and Laurens are your closest friends, you haven't talked to them in a while.
"Come on, Y/N. What did I do? Why aren't you talking to me?" John asks you. He puts his hand on your shoulder, trying to get your attention.
You give up, "Because you're a dumbass." You turn to him, "You didn't have to duel Lee, you could've just talked to the general!"
"We did." He replies, "He didn't give a valid response!"
"That doesn't give you a good enough reason to du-" You sigh, "Just.. never mind."
"Y/N, look, I'm sorry."
"It's fine, John." You sit down on your cot and open up a book that you packed in your bag.
He pauses, "Why are you so defensive over him? Is there something you haven't told us? Were you courting Lee?"
You put down your book, "Are you stupid, John? Of course not!"
"Then why are you so defensive about this?"
You pick your book back up, "We'll settle this if/when Alexander gets back. Until then, do not look at or talk to me."
"Y/N, I said I'm sorry. I don't want to fight with you."
You keep your eyes on your book and ignore John. He walks out of the tent with his head in his hands.
I'm such an asshole.