The World We're Gonna Make (Jamilton)

Two

•Alexander's POV•  

It takes a while for me to calm down, and when I do I decide to just head home. I gather my things and sling my bag over my shoulder, walking out of the school. I take my time on the walk home, enjoying being outside and breathing the fresh air. It was nice. Calming.

But of course nothing good lasts long for me.

"Hamilslut! Didn't know you were one to skip class!" I hear Jefferson shout. Ignoring him, I pull my sleeve down- my arm ended up covered by the time my soulmate was done drawing the stars. I continue to walk, although I get about twenty feet before I feel someone grab my arm. "Don't ignore me. After all, I'd gladly pay to finally see you in your place."

No. Not doing this right now. "Let go of me..." I mumble, attempting to pull away from Jefferson to no avail. His grip on my arm tightens, and I start to struggle more. No. This isn't happening.

"Come on darlin'," He leans down so I can feel his breath on my neck. "I know you need the cash~" I tense up and continue my struggle to get away.

"Get off me, Jefferson." I feel the fear rising in my gut. I had always known Jefferson was a shitty person but would he actually do something like this? Would he actually stoop so low as to rape someone? I hoped he wasn't. Hoped he'd let me go and I could just go home.

"You're no fun." He mumbles. When I think he's going to pull away he connects his lips to my neck and bites down. I felt tears falling down my face, but I couldn't bring myself to care. "You're going to be my whore Hamilton," he mumbles against my skin before he finally pulls away from me and let go I set off running. I needed to get away.

I slammed the door shut behind me when I got to my apartment, not bothering to move and just sliding down on the door. Deciding it was finally safe, I let the tears pour. I couldn't stop them if I wanted to. It was so fucking close. What if he turned into Peter?

Not again. I can't let my mind go that way. That was years ago. That was before everyone got their money together to set me up with a life here in New York. That was before I knew what Peter was doing!

I shook my head. I can't think of all that. George is supposed to be stopping by soon anyways to drop off a check to help pay for rent. I smile at the thought. Everyone always assumed I was fucking him or something. It wasn't like that though. All he did was help me pay my rent, as I couldn't work full time to support myself yet. Almost. Just one more year. One year and I'd hopefully be in college studying law.

Taking another deep breath, I peel myself away from the door and get up to clean up. That was when I remembered what had happened with Jefferson. I rushing to my bathroom, gazing in the mirror. Fuck. Just where everyone could see, there was a purpling mark. There's no way that would help the rumors.

Deciding it would be safer to cover it up, I change into a shirt that just barely covers the mark. Nobody needed to know what happened anyways. There's a knock on the door and I take a deep breath before making a move to answer it. 

A/N: Please don't hate on Thomas just yet. He's going to redeem himself soon enough. This burn is so slow tho that it's almost non-existent right now.