Jamilton |+ A Hamilton High School (Modern AU) Story +|

Chapter 8

He arrived at Jefferson's house. A few cars were parked outside. A black truck, a Volvo XC90, and a nissan. The house was beautiful and big. It was almost outside the city, in a nice and well protected neighborhood. It was placed between woods, that went on for miles until hitting a road.
Most robberies happen with the most biggest and fanciest houses, so why not put these in the middle of the woods where no one would expect? The house was a dark brick, combined with a dark wood. Windows were covered for safety. A path led to the door, outlining in beautiful flowers. Alexander parked his car next to a white car, stepping out as soon as he unbuckled. (before the pants you unbuckle- Sorry. Lol.)
As he walked towards the front door, two long steps carried him up to it. He met with a white door, a small and round window at the top. He rang the doorbell beside him, focusing who would be in front of him. After a moment, a latch sounded, the door squeaking open.
Jefferson stood there, a smile crossing his face as he noticed Alexander. He took a step back, allowing Alexander space to get in.
"We're playing pong in the dining area. Wanna join in?" he asked, pointing a finger towards a door frame. The room you entered showed stairs at the left side. If you looked to the right, a small table stood, with a painting over it. Plants took their place next to the table legs.
"Uh, yeah. Sure." Alexander answered with an energetic voice. "But, first off, where's your bathroom? I got to fix my hair." 
Jefferson didn't seem at all bothered, he placed his palm on Alexander's back, leading him through the hallway and towards a white door. He nodded towards it before leaving him be, and off into the dining room. 
When he could swear Jefferson couldn't see him, Alexander ventured off to millions of rooms, searching for what he had heard from Burr. He assumed that Jefferson was smart enough not to hide it in his own room. 
Alexander entered an, arcade? The carpet was a dark blue, the walls an even darker blue. A pool table was dead-center in the middle, the circular hardships splayed around. Paintings lined the walls, he didn't notice them. Maybe they were made by Jefferson? They were okay, nothing crazy. His focus was brought back to the room, his legs slowly moving across the floor. He searched for places where you'd least expect something to be hiding about.
"Alexander?" James's voice sounded, making Alexander turn around with a little jolt. "What're you doing?" he asked, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe.
"I was just exploring, I haven't been here at all." he tried to push away the guilt in his voice. James narrowed his eyes at him like he was unsure. He shrugged.
"We can give you a tour later?" 
"Yeah, sounds nice." James led him towards the dining area, Alexander, every now and then pondering which room out of thousands he'd find the diary.

"Ssshut up!" Jefferson's voice swished. His arms pushing away Maria. She backed into the wall, frightened. Alexander stood back, almost bumping into a rustic knight. What a surprise, a Jefferson could get drunk.
"Leave her alone Thomas! Why isn't it fair? You like John who's in that petty group." Charles's voice rose above the terrified ones. Alexander watched as Jefferson turned away from Reynolds, and towards Lee. By his face, it didn't seem like he approved of the comment.
"Becaussse I forbid it." Thomas's tone died down. His shoulders rising and falling as he took time to calm.
"What the hell Jefferson?" James pushed him, the others gasping. He didn't fall, just stumbled back into balance. "You, Burr, Maria, I. Only you get to have happiness?" 
Alexander snuck away, having the feeling he should get this little robbery over with. He quietly ran up the stairs, the arguments of the fight downstairs blurring out slightly. The hallway was clear, only a few rugs took place. Four doors took their place, two on the left wall, two on the right. Alexander checked to see if anyone had noticed him missing, before opening the closest right door silently. It was empty, except for a couple of boxes. The closet door was wide open, nothing. He backed out of the room, entering the next right one. 
"This is more I like it." he whispered in victory. The whole room was empty, but instead of the first one, the closet door was literally locked.
Someone really doesn't want him to get in there.

Alexander crouched down, the room door right behind him. His hand dug underneath the carpet, lifting it up. A small golden key lay in the middle of the floor. 
"Not smart enough." he smiled to himself, picking it up, and making his way towards the closet door. He stopped to listen, to see if anyone noticed he was gone. Arguments. Good. Alexander proceeded, the key sliding into the lock.
Alexander awaited, as his hand rotated. 'Click.' He removed the lock quickly. If they didn't notice he was gone now, then they would pretty soon. Alexander opened the closet door, darkness piling down on him. His eyes searched, squinting as he could barely see. No windows were part of the room so it didn't really help. He'd then see a book like shape down on the floor in the corner, part of it was lightly covered with a jacket. 
Alexander fell to one knee, moving the jacket out of the way. He'd sigh of relief, knowing that he didn't have much time. The cover said; Jefferson. 

He quickly blended into the room of people, the notebook safe in his rumpled sweatshirt. 
Maria slapped Thomas, her face clouded with tears. He fell to the floor from the force of impact, his fingers feeling the mark in surprise.
James pulled Maria into a warming hug, seeming to be on her side. Everyone seemed to be against Thomas at the moment. 
Charles, too.

***

"Thanks." Maria sat in the front seat, opposite of the wheel. Alexander was giving her a lift home. She still wiped away tears. He sighed, thinking that it would be a good idea to tell her.
"Maria."
Her eyes hesitantly gazed at him. Alexander slowed the car, parking at a sidewalk belonging to a quiet neighborhood. It was pretty dark, stars lighting the moonlit sky.
"I've never really been into Jefferson's group." he'd say after stopping the car. Maria blinked confusingly. Seeing her, he'd continue.
"I'm really part of John's group. You see," he turned to her. "I had this plan to take Jefferson down, as I heard he wasn't the best at this school." Alexander pondered if he should say something about the notebook he stole.
Maria smiled at him, even more tears falling down her cheeks. "We've all been waiting for someone like you!" her body flung against the storage box, her arms winding around his neck. Alexander slowly grinned, hugging her back.
"What do you mean, 'We've all?'" Alexander questioned after they pulled apart. Maria sniffled, pulling back her hair.
"We never really liked the idea of hurting people, the only reason we hung out with Thomas in the first place was because he was caring, loving, an amazing friend." Alexander's eyebrows rose. 
"Until, something changed him. We don't know what, but he started threating people.."