The World We're Gonna Make (Jamilton)

Seven

 • Alexander's  POV •
I woke up to an insistent beeping. When I opened my eyes I was greeted by a blinding white light. Well fuck. I slowly sat up and looked around, spotting Jefferson sitting in a chair reading a book. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a croak.

It seemed to do the job though, because Jefferson looked up, his eyes widening upon seeing me. He set the book down and came over. "Water?" He asked. I nodded and he got me a cup. When he came back I sipped on it, watching texting someone. "Lafayette is coming with John and Hercules."

My eyes widened and I shook my head. "Don't let John in right now." I tried to calm myself down but didn't seem to succeed, as I had begun shaking again and my heart monitor started speeding up.

"Hey! Calm down, take deep breaths." Thomas hopped out of his seat and was standing there, looking hesitant on whether or not to help me. "I have no clue why, but I'll make sure Laf knows not to bring him inside." I nodded and closed my eyes, calming myself down. When I opened them, Thomas was sitting on the edge of the bad, looking at his phone.

"Why are you still here?" I asked. He looked up from his phone, turning it off.

"Why wouldn't I be? You left freaking out and less then an hour later my arms are covered in blood." Oh. I had almost forgotten about that.

"You know, it's all kind of ironic really. All these years we were really just talking smack about ourselves without even noticing it." I gave him a small smile.

"I guess it is. All the times you would freak out and I'd calm you down it was because I had been the one to cause that..." He trailed off at the end.

"Don't think about it like that. But... I am curious though. What all happened last night and who found me earlier? I know you said you didn't do anything, but I can only recall bits and pieces."

"Yesterday and the other day, You've been out for about a day."

"Oh. My questions still stand though. I barely remember anything."

"From what I know, Reynolds slipped something into your drink and... yeah. I hear you half yelling half slurring at him to stop and got him off of you. After that I got you in the shower and made you drink water, like I said. I had James take care of the party and made sure you were asleep before going back downstairs.

"As for who found you, after the blood started showing up and I texted Laf, who gave me your address and we met up there. We thought you were dead for a good minute there."

"Oh..."

"Hey, you're alright now, right?" I nodded. "Then everything is going to be okay." Before the conversation could continue, Lafayette and Hercules came running in. Lafayette pulled me into a bone-crushing hug while Hercules stood on the opposite side of my bed.

"Hey Laf..." I mumbled when he finally let go.

"Are you feeling alright mon petit lion? Why don't you want John here? What did he do? Did he do this to you?" I shook my head.

"I'm. I'll be okay. He just pissed me off. Badly." Lafayette nodded and sat down next to me.

We ended up chatting for a while before visiting hours ended and everyone had to leave. Lafayette had luckily brought me my laptop, so instead of allowing myself to be drowned in the quiet, I began to play some music softly, and begun writing.

I wrote about everything. Trying to sort through my thoughts. Yes, Thomas may have hurt me but he had also been there to remind me it's going to be okay. I decided to make a pros and cons list.

When it was complete for the time being, there were quite a few more pros which made me frown, because as much as I wanted to continue hating him, he did seem like he genuinely wanted to try. Then I noticed something. When had Jefferson become Thomas?

On that note I let myself drift off to sleep. I'd figure it out in the morning.

 • John's POV • 

 When Lafayette told me Alexander didn't want to see me I was ready to smack a bitch. So he was just fine with Jefferson in there with him, but his best friend? No.  Of course I knew it would happen eventually. They knew each other and it wasn't viewed as wrong for them to be together in this life. 

I had just hung onto the hope that the rivalry they had played up to protect themselves in their past lives would outweigh it. I had hung onto the hope Alexander would somehow remember. It was impossible, sure.

I just wanted him to myself and now Jefferson was in the picture again. James seemed ecstatic when he found out. He was glad Jefferson was happy. I couldn't be more pissed. So I decided to do the one thing I could to get Alexander back.

I had to get my Alexander back. And eliminating Jefferson from the equation seemed like the perfect way.

A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNN Shit is about to go dOwN