Chapter 16 (Thomas's Pov)

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     ...what? I stare at the two as they kiss each other. At this point, I don't know what that Hamilshit wants. I give up on this relationship thing, I'm done with him. I felt hot tears stream on my cheeks. We were enemies anyways. We were supposed to hate, not love each other. I ran into my room, slamming the door shut. I crawl into my bed, crying my eyes out. "Tommy?" He called out.

"Don't call me that. Call me Jefferson." I said, my voice cracking. "Tom-"
"I said... don't call me that."
"But, Jefferson..." I shuddered at my last name, I haven't heard him say it in forever. I curled up into a ball, staring at the blank wall. I refused to see him.
"I saw you kiss him. I know you still love him, so go for it. Whatever makes you happy Hamilton." Oh, does that hurt to say.

"I'm sorry..." I heard him mumble. "Don't be. It's your love life, not mine. Your choice. Do whatever makes you happy..." Please don't go. He sighed, "I'm gonna move back with John. Um... I wish you good luck." He shuffled around the room, then he left. As I hear the dorm door close, I sob uncontrollably into my palms. I should had been expecting this, but... at the same time I didn't want to.

•~Agent Madison's Pov~•

     "JOHN!" I bellowed, seeing both John and Alex in his bed, cuddling. "What?" John asks. "Mother-hugger! I forgot that there's a thing we need to talk about! ...Alone." I plucked John out of the bed and closed the door on my way out, leaving Alex dumbfounded. "Did you not listen to me earlier!? Laurens, our lives are at stake! More specifically, yours!" John blinked, "My life?" I nod frantically.

     "If we interfere with the wish making, we gonna die John!" He just stared at me, his eyes holding confusion and fear. "When you signed the papers, did you read any of it?" He shook his head. I facepalmed. "John," I held his shoulders, "It clearly says, RIGHT OVER THE LINE YOU SIGN ON, 'I understand that interfering with wish making will have consequences'!" I yelled at John's face. "...oh." I facepalmed again. "Oh my sweet Jesus someone save me... Alright, you have to fix this John."

     "What if I don't want to fix it?" He mumbled, twirling his fingers. "So, you would most likely die a painful death instead of breaking up?"
"I mean... yeah I guess..."

I swear I'm losing brain cells over this.

I sigh. "Very well then." Only the boss knows what's gonna happen...

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