I - prologue

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Thomas Jefferson is the most popular guy in school. All the girls want to fuck him, and he's fucked pretty much every girl in the school. He's got all the perfect features physically, but his personality is shit.

And who am I?

I'm James Madison. Thomas' best friend. I'm gay. And did I mention that Thomas is a raging homophobe?

But it doesn't just stop at me being gay, no sir.

I'm gay for Thomas.

The fucking homophobic bitch that would destroy my life if I told him.

He beats the shit out of gay people.

Like at the beginning of high school, there were two kids, Samuel Seabury and Charles Lee, who came out at the end of the year. And guess who was waiting outside for them at the end of the day? Thomas and I.

Thomas beat them, and I held them so they couldn't get away. We bullied them so bad they had to transfer schools. I feel fucking terrible. I managed to get ahold of them and apologized a thousand times. They forgave me.

But you know who doesn't feel bad?

Thomas fucking Jefferson.

He doesn't give a shit about the fact that Samuel attempted suicide before transferring.

He doesn't care about anyone he's bullied.

Then there were some teachers. It was our second year of high school. Thomas and I caught two teachers, Mr. Washington and Mr. King, out in public being couple-y. It was kinda gross to imagine because they're old.

But the teachers thought highly of Thomas, and he didn't want to throw that away. So guess what he does.

He finds out as much as he can about them and posts out of context shit everywhere. And when I say everywhere, I mean everywhere.

But they never caught him. And Mr. Washington proved everything to be false so it failed and Thomas didn't destroy their lives.

Yayyy.

The last incident happened earlier this year. It's also why he doesn't fight anymore.

Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens are the gayest gays to ever gay in this school. Thomas saw them being gay and immediately started hating them. He went out of his way to try to fuck them up, but he was overpowered.

They threatened him so hard that he stopped bullying people.

Physically, anyways.

He still destroys people through the internet.

And here I am, hiding my identity for six fucking years. Thomas thinks I'm always sick because my cheeks are always red around him. And he thinks I have a stuttering problem.

But I can't correct him because then I would have to tell the truth.

And frickety frack fuck that.

So, I continue to hide it. I continue to act as casual as I can around him and then just break down at home.

People usually have loving thoughts when they think about their crush.

I don't. I'm scared. Constantly scared. I think about telling that I'm gay, and then getting my life so destroyed that I commit suicide.

And to tell him that I have a crush on him?? That's even worse.

I sit in my room, crying silently.

// AN

I didn't know how to really end the prologue chapter so yeahhhh,,,

anyways,,

I'm actually pretty excited for this

Right idk what to say

Thanks for reading,,

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