In A New Life [Lams]

Chapter 15: Suck A Dick, Thomas

Thomas fucking Jefferson and I now have problems.  This bitch, who's not been out of the loop, was now fucking around with Elizabeth Schuyler of all people, and I was prepared to square up with him.

It was lunch when everything went downhill.  Thankfully, though, Burr wasn't there.  Washington had watched the tapes like I had advised him to and he expelled Burr.  This was two weeks ago.  Despite George swearing on his life he'll make sure Burr never showed up again, I couldn't help but have this nagging thought in the back of my mind that he'll show again.  If Burr had been there, he honestly would have made already shitty situations worse.

I was going to get in enough trouble for what went down with Thomas for one lifetime.  Washington was going to murder me when he saw me next.  If you thought I could have gone one day without getting in trouble, you were mistaken.  It's nearly impossible for me to figure out how to not be in the principal's office, it kind of sucks.  Just once I want to hear someone I don't know's name being called down to him over the loud speakers.  Unfortunately, that was yet again, not the case.

"Alexander Hamilton, please report to Mr. Washington's office, Alexander Hamilton, please report to Mr. Washington's office."  This has become routine.  The woman's voice sounded bored, disinterested in what she was saying, knowing she'd have to see my ugly mug again.  My class has stopped caring as well.  At first, they'd all look at me and go "oooooohh."  Now, thankfully, they don't even glance up from their work.  I noticed a few girls rolled their eyes at me as I passed their desks and a couple boys snickered as I left the room.  Everyone was done with my bullshit at this point and it was only November of my freshman year.  Honestly, I was done with my own bullshit, but I just couldn't stop myself.  I must say, it's quite frustrating.  I knew George would be thrilled the day I didn't screw myself over and get myself in trouble.  Actually, I think everyone looks forward to that day.

Though, I make my way down, the light burned bright against the tiled floor.  I wasn't upset or even anxious.  Washington was standing outside of the room, arms crossed over his chest glowering at me, but he wasn't actually angry at me, I could see it in his eyes.  Instead, his eyes held disappointment, supported by sadness.  I couldn't tell if it was directed at me or someone else.  George placed his big burly hands on my shoulders, holding me in place.  I looked at him, confused.  George sucked in a deep breath and spoke to me.

"Look, Alex, you're not going to like what's in my office.  I can promise you that, but you're going to need to be okay.  You need to not flip out and get angry.  You're not in trouble, all right?"

I watched him, examined how he held himself, what he was going to do.  What he was hiding.  He slowly opened the door for me and gestured for me to go in.  I hesitated, unsure of what to expect.  Walking so slowly I might as well not be going in at all.

My heart was pounding so harshly I thought my sternum would actually break.  And I think it's safe to say George was wrong.  I didn't not like what was in his office, I hated it.  Or, should I say who.  

In Washington's office was John with a swollen eye, a busted lip, and was holding a cold can of diet Coke to his cheek, and across from him with a smug look plastered on his face with an ugly smirk was Thomas.  At this point that asshole had taken his shit too far, and I was going to fuck him up, just . . . later, at a place I wouldn't be able to get in trouble at school for.  Like behind a Michael's craft store or something.

I rushed to John's side, pushing aside his hair so I could get a better look at his eye. It was puffy, and his eye was red. It looked like he had been crying. The skin surrounding his eye had turned a nasty shade of purple, with veins popping out, looking like they could burst any second.