Snapped. (Thomas Jefferson X Reader)

Chapter 1 - Fuckboy

(Y/N)'s POV

"Alexander I swear to Lucifer this had better be important!" I groaned as I was dragged by my friend into the corridor.

"Trust me, it is." The ebony haired boy sighed, still holding my wrist. He turned and looked at me. "So, I did a thing,"

"Oh no."

"Hey! Anyway, a friend of mine needs a model for a photography project. One shoot a week for a year. I said I knew someone who would do it." He twiddled his thumbs somewhat nervously.

"So where do I... wait a second. I'm the 'someone' aren't I?" I asked deadpan.

"Surprise!" The boy in front of me smiled anxiously, making small jazz hands gestures.

"...fine, I'll do it. I'm not happy about it but I'll do it." He handed me a slip of paper.

"Time, place and phone number," he explained. "Now lets go back and get some food!"

"Why do I let you drag me places?!" I yelled as he once again yanked me away by my wrist.

Eventually, we got some food. I glared at Alexander long enough for him to let me grab the last of the BBQ chicken and cheesy chips (only fair in my opinion as he did pull me out of the line in the first place.) we walked to our normal table that was already filled with our friends; Lafayette, Hercules, John and the Schuyler Sisters.

Wait. Where was Burr?

I pointed out his absence to the rest of the squad. None of them knew where he was. As if on cue, he came running over to the table, sitting next to me. He flopped on the chair so hard, it fell over but regardless, he jumped back up and sat again, much more carefully while we all laughed our asses off.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up." He rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Aw. Sorry A-a-ron." I teased, hugging his side. Aaron was like a brother to me. He'd been my friend for years, his mother had been my godmother and mine was his, and he had helped me through a lot. In fact, he knew the most about me.

"Sure you are." He laughed, returning the hug.

"Where were you anyway?" Herc asked, eating a bite of potato salad.

"Talking to Thomas."

"Ew!" I suddenly let go of my 'brother' while the others laughed. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Jefferson, I just find him a bit self obsessed and way too opinionated. Not to mention the way he treats girls. One word sums him up perfectly;

Fuckboy.

Like I say, I just dislike him very strongly. Alex however hates him. I'm not sure if hate is a strong enough word but it'll do for now.

"What about?" Laf asked. Of course he wanted to know. If his cousin knew something, he had to know too.

"I set him up with a model for his photography project, that's all." He shrugged, taking his lunch from his bag.

"Ha, I pity the fool." I laughed. I could not imagine working with him for a year! Alex and Aaron exchanged an anxious glance while sipping their drinks. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing." They replied a little too quickly. Regardless I brushed it off and continued with my lunch.

"Back to your place (Y/N) after school?" John asked.

"Definitely."