The Death Of Me {Jamilton}

I'm Just Jammin', And Maybe Having A Mental Breakdown

{Alexander's POV}

Nothing noteworthy happened between my talk with Eliza and the beginning of class, actually, as a matter of fact, I could tell you with ease what I remembered from my first class. Nothing. Mr. Washington called forward two freshmen for some insignificant starter debate, I didn't even care to learn the topic. No, instead I kept my gaze cast down on my notebook, writing whatever came to mind. This became a trend for my classes that day, and along with that I found my self nearly dozing off a couple of times, so maybe I hadn't been sleeping well the past week, maybe a couple of hours each night if anything, but I had an excuse, I was writing, whether it be essays or just for the sake of writing. My mother sometimes said that if I was writing it was pointless to even try to socialize with me, I would be sucked into a world of my own, just me, my pen, and my paper, nothing else mattered.

I was now sat in my geography class, the teacher was droning on about some pointless facts about Egypt that you relearn over and over year after year without fail. I sighed and attempted to write, but I was actually beginning to get stumped, I was trying to figure out the next couple of words, but when I couldn't come up with them I resorted to try and reread my final sentence. The words got jumbled in my head and each time I retried my vision grew blurrier.

I don't know what happened fr the rest of that class, so hopefully, it was nothing important.

"Hamilton! Hamilton, wake up, you idiot!"

{Thomas's POV}

So normally I wouldn't even expect to be searching for Alexander at lunch, no way, I would be with my friend James--or Jemmy as I liked to call him--and just eat and chat, however, Alex and I made a deal since he honestly seemed pathetically desperate for even just a few dollars, it was kind of sad really. I had to search for him since he wasn't in the cafeteria, at least the lady in the office was able to tell me what his last class was.

That's where I found him, Alexander Hamilton, asleep, his head laid on a notebook like it was a pillow, and was that..? Was he drooling? God, I was totally going to tell him about this, the absolute idiot. I found myself chuckling to myself quietly, then I tapped his shoulder, but when he didn't wake I went for a different approach, "Hamilton!" I spoke, "Hamilton! Wake up, you idiot!" I raised my voice a little. This time he jumped a little and then rubbed his eyes.

"Huh? Jefferson? What the hell do you want?" He muttered groggily, grabbing his notebook and shoving it into his backpack.

"I want the drooling baby to get up and follow me." I gave him a smirk.

"Baby? I'm not a little kid! And what the fuck do you mean Drooling?"

"You were drooling in your sleep."

"Wha--uh--oh shit... Don't you dare tell anyone about that! Do you hear me Thomas Jeffershit? Not a word to ANYBODY!" I laughed as he demanded me to keep quiet.

"Hamilton I'm not telling anyone." How could it not be funny? This guy was incredibly short, and at his age, I doubted he'd be getting taller any time soon, point was, this tiny guy with a messy ponytail, looking like some seven-year-old kid who was just told he couldn't have a second slice of cake.

"Stop laughing at me!" He grabbed his bag with a huff and tried to walk past me.

"Then stop acting like a little kid, come on, follow me."

"Why should I?" He crossed his arms.

"Because you're going to eat lunch with me."

"What?! Why the fuck would I eat lunch with you?"