Hamilton X Reader: Back to our 17s (SEQUEL)

-Chapter 12: Old hate-

"GUYS!" I shouted as I slammed my bedroom door open with a wide grin. Because I didn't announce my entrance, Burr fell off the couch and Samuel dropped a plate.

"I'm not sick anymore!" I announced proudly. Everyone was silent until Lee slowly and sarcastically began to clap. "Good for you," George stated indifferently as everyone continued with what they were doing. I scoffed annoyed and walked towards the kitchen. "Jeez, I try to be energetic and everyone shoots me off," I mumbled and headed for the kitchen. When I opened the door, I saw Lafayette in front of the stove, cooking some breakfast.

"Sup," I greeted and sat down. Lafayette spun around and made direct eye contact with me. He stuttered something before he let his mouth agree with this brain. "Bon matin," he uttered out and turned back.

"What are you cooking?" I asked as I tried to take a peek at the stove. "Just a thing," he shrugged off quickly. "What thing?" I asked as he sighed. "Nothing," He persisted. I decided to drop it. "How have the others been treating you?" I asked, tapping my finger on the table. "At least they don't use me as a doormat anymore," He shrugged indifferently. "So?" I asked hoping for more information. "They're giving me the silent treatment," He explained slowly.

"Everyone?" I asked concerned. "Everyone," He confirmed. "Even Lee and Burr?" I asked slowly feeling a dagger poke in my back. "..." He stayed silent as I heard the crackling of the butter in the pan. I took that as a yes and looked aside. "Now that I know that half of the story that has been told about Y/N Jefferson is wrong," I started with a sigh. "I can conclude that it wasn't her trying to seduce you," I groaned. 

"..." Lafayette kept silent.

"So, she did cheat on Thomas with you," I continued trying to make a diagram in my head. "Which means, somehow, you seduced her," I mumbled looking up so I could think. "That means Y/N didn't lie in the Lafayette pamphlet and you did try to take everything away from America via her!" I concluded and looked back at Lafayette. He had put both of his hands on the counter and leaned on them as he looked down. 

"But why?" I asked slightly frowning. "Why did historians think she was lying in the pamphlet? Why didn't anyone stand up for me? They clearly know the truth? Who messed with the data..." I pondered out loud as I suddenly had a brain string connect with another one.

Lafayette had been awfully quiet. 

"...You didn't..." I denied as I lightly shook with my head. "You didn't mess with the information when you had the chance back in 1801...Right?" I asked. "You didn't dismiss everything and went to the press in France to call bullsh*t...Did you?" I asked slowly clenching my hand. When he didn't want to say anything, I slowly stood up.

The air in the room was thick and I couldn't breathe well. My eyes fell open as I looked at Lafayette's back. "F*ck," I concluded. "The guys aren't mad at you because you had an affair with me for money. They're mad because they know you changed information!" I breathed out in disbelief. 

"And they couldn't do sh*t about it," I added slowly. 

"Look," Lafayette barked as he turned around. He had a cold expression. "I may or may not have tinkered with your pamphlet back in Europe," He admitted looking to the side, not daring to face me. "But understand the position I was in," He sneered as he put his hand on his chest. "You dug your own hole," I hissed silently. "They would've ripped me to shreds," He continued, ignoring my comment. 

"I can't be known as someone who cheated the system and got caught," he explained. "You had a bad reputation in Europe. News spreads, I heard about how you 'tried to seduce' Alexander before and after your marriage," He harshly stated. 

"Being a liar would've just been another thing on top of your list of mistakes," He sighed. "So when you died," He began. "I called you out for lying," He admitted. "Do you have any shame?!" I screamed at him.

"Don't tell me you didn't deserve it," He sneered. "I-" I began firmly with a pointed finger but then realized that I had no idea what I had done in my life. "..." I slowly let my hand fall. "F*ck," I cursed as I narrowed my eyes.

I wanted to throw him out of the house, to be honest. But then I realized that he would cause more trouble outside the house than inside the house. I began to rage internally but kept calm on the outside. "Your sh*t is burning," I mumbled and slowly turned around. He turned around to see that his thing in the pan was in fact burning.

I sighed and closed the door.