ex-strangers || a jeffmads fic

chapter eight

madison.

"So there I was," he said softly, swallowing the last of his Pop-Tart. "Flirting with this guy I met one time, and suddenly we're making out."

The excitement in all three of the girls' eyes was extremely annoying, but he saved that grievance for later. "Next thing I know—" He reached for another Pop-Tart— "I'm waking up here, in your guest room."

Maria bit her lip. "Yes, well, first off, holy shit. Dude, if you had stayed just a little longer you would have gotten some dick!"

James blinked in surprise. "Maria!" he chided.

"No, she's right," Peggy giggled, sidling up next to James and wiggling her eyebrows. "You would've got some."

"Margarita!" Eliza scolded, but a glimmer of amusement in her eyes made James shake his head.

"It doesn't matter. We're never going to know, anyway, and he was... really hot. He'd never— do... that. Not with me."

"Not with me," Maria mocked teasingly. "How would you know? You didn't stay long enough to find out."

Eliza opened her mouth, presumably to defend James, but Peggy cut her off. "I'm gonna text Angie," she stated boldly. "She's going to let us hold a party at the Schuyler mansion, and you're all invited. It's an open party, so anyone else is, too."

It seemed out of place for Peggy to mention the party right now, but James realized what she was doing in a second.

"Anyone else." She grinned wildly at James. "Who knows? Maybe you'll catch the fish you're lookin' for."

James frowned. "Maybe you'll catch these hands," he muttered, but he couldn't ignore the small flutter of hope that flickered through his chest. The stranger went to this college, James was sure of it. All he had to do was hear of the party and he'd be there.

"Oh, and James? Peggy is hot."

"What??" James' head snapped back up at Maria as she spoke.

"Hot as in, a cutie. Hot, as in, I'm dating her. H—"

"Holy shit, Maria, I get it!" James interjected, but his smile proved amusement.

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jefferson.

"So, let me get this straight. Angelica Schuyler is holding a party," Thomas clarified, staring at Lafayette with something along the lines of amusement in his eyes, "and you want me to hook up with her in her own house?"

"Her dad's house, but oui." Lafayette leaned forward. "This is the big chance you were looking for with her," he added thoughtfully. "It's literally guaranteed that she'll be there, and you pretty much get anyone you want. It's a perfect idea, mon ami, admit it!"

Thomas couldn't stop a grin from crossing his face. His best friend was right; this was the perfect way to get to Angelica. And it was true that Thomas got everyone he wanted, or at least mostly true. He was magnetic.

He tapped his fingers against his leg. "It's a good idea, Laf, dude. And I'll go, obviously. I'd never miss a party, not unless I'm in like, a full body cast or dying or something." He paused. "Even then, I'd probably still find a way to go."

"Hell yeah, ami. Get that girl." He high-fived Thomas, and Thomas leaned back into the couch.

Okay, sure. Perfect idea. And Thomas had been pining after a night with Angelica for a while now. But he was also unable to get the stranger from the last two parties out of his head.

When Lafayette headed back to his dorm, Thomas was left to think about the stranger. Perhaps the party would be a solid chance to actually hook up with the dude. He was so pretty, and— Thomas stopped himself. He was not into people like that. He did not keep relationships like that. No—whatever happened with the young stranger would be the last time he saw the guy.

Thomas had successfully convinced himself that, and he stood up and headed over to microwave himself some mac-and-cheese.

Such a pretty face.

// i'm a sucker for thomgelica sorry folks :')