The Press (Whamilton)

Ch. 22

It had been a week since the incident with Thomas Jefferson. Alex couldn't stop looking at the screenshots of Jefferson and Adams's texts together. It seemed so odd to see them interact like that.

Jefferson: You were so cute in the meeting today asdfghjkl

Adams: hhhhhhhhhhhhh stahp

Jefferson: cutie

Adams: >w< Noooo!

It made Alexander wanna throw up. At this point, everything about Thomas Jefferson made Alexander wanna throw up. He kept picturing what he had looked like that morning. Lying on the bed, the sun reflecting off his smooth chest. The stubble growing on his face, his poofy hair just revealing his eyes enough to make them shimmer. That familiar smirk pulling at his soft pink lips.

Alex jabbed his pencil into the side of his own leg for the fifth time that meeting. He kept getting horribly sidetracked because of the man across from him. Everybody seemed to be distracted or on edge really. Jefferson and Adams kept sharing worried glances whenever Hamilton talked, Charles was doodling to pass the awkward silences a little faster, Eliza and Maria kept looking around to make sure nobody noticed them writing notes to each other on their papers, and Henry Knox was probably the only one that deeply wanted to stay on track with the meeting.

"Hamilton. Off your phone." Knox snapped, "Nobody stares at their crotch for that long if they're not a 13 year old boy." Alex rolled his eyes and put his phone away. He doodled on his paper. He continued explaining recent news and papers they had to address in today's meeting.

John Adams cleared his throat and asked, "May I be excused?"

"For what?" Henry growled. He acted like such a predator sometimes.

"Bathroom." Adams squeaked. The man hates confrontation. Henry nodded and John rushed out of the room to go to the bathroom. Jefferson, who refuses to actually excuse himself from meetings, got up after the man. Hamilton, deciding that this meeting is bullshit, just stood up and left.

Henry slouched in his seat and sighed, "You're all dismissed. Get out." Everybody gladly left the meeting.

Adams was pacing the bathroom when Jefferson came in. Thomas huffed, "John, calm down. It's nothing! Honest!" Alex hid by the door, listening to the two argue back and forth.

"Yes it is! He's going to reveal everything the second you make the slightest wrong move! Why are you not scared?! Why are you so calm?!" John whisper shouted, shoving him lightly. Right when he did he gasped at his own actions, as if he had just murdered a baby. Thomas rolled his eyes at the man. He was adorable, but so childish sometimes.

Jefferson hugged Adams and said, "Look, he isn't going to expose shit. I have evidence of him and Washington together."

"You do?" John raised a brow. There was silence between the two. John snapped, "You liar. You filthy liar! You have nothing but a hunch as usual!"

"Yeah but- but all I have to do is SAY that they're close! Then the press will be all over them!"

"SHUT UP!" John hissed, "That BASTARD, WHORE'S SON has so much evidence on us! On ME! How did he even get access to your phone?!"

"I... I left it at the office and he found it."

"Why would he be in your office in the white house?"

Alex was too shocked to pay attention. Jefferson didn't have any physical evidence on him and Washington! That meant he didn't have to worry about anything! Well, except for him sleeping with Jefferson, but there's no evidence of that either. They're all off the hook and okay! Nothing is wrong! Everybody is a-okay!