Bad Things Happen

The Adams Administration!

A/N: just your average depressing filler.

Laurens woke up in a sweat. He had been having the same reoccurring dream. Not dream, nightmare. He would go to sleep and dream that he was back with his father. He felt blood dripping down his face. Pain coming from every part of him. John tried to stay awake for as long as he could each night, but as soon as he fell asleep, the same thing always happened. Tonight, he sat up and walked over to his bedroom door to shut it, he went back over and turned on the lamp. He tried taking deep breaths. It wasn't real, it was only a dream, right? He was at the Washingtons house now, they loved him and would never hurt him. He just wanted the nightmares to stop. After he had calmed down, he rolled over and went back to sleep.

The next day!

"Eliza?" Alexander called. "Can you come here for a second?"

Eliza ran over to him. "What do you need?"

"I wanted to apologise. I know how hard you worked to help me win class president, but after what happened at the ball, nobody wants to vote for me." Alexander sighed.

It was the truth. Jefferson twisted the story and said that Alexander punched him because he was jealous that he and Eliza didn't win king and queen, and rumors only grow.

"It's ok. I mean, I'm a little upset, but I understand why you started that fight." Eliza replied.

He leaned in and gave her a kiss.
"Thank you." He gave her a hug and then took off.

Later that day was the big announcement. Who won class president? The answer came through the intercom.

"The winner, with 53 votes, is John Adams. Runner up with 41 votes, is Thomas Jefferson. Thank you." (Again, I'm homeschooled. I have no idea how they would announce the winner.)

"Take that Hamilton." Thomas yelled from across the hall.

"You didn't win either." Alexander yelled back.

"Vice president."

"Whatever."

After the school day was done. Hamilton had been kicked out of speech and debate and given detention. He still thought it was worth it to punch Jefferson at the ball. He did wish he could have had lunch with Eliza though.
When he got home, he decided that a little pay back to Mr. Adams was entitled. He grabbed his pen and started writing.
Laurens came in.

"What are you doing?"

"Just writing some thoughts down." Alexander replied.

Laurens walked over and grabbed the paper.
"Seriously? Come on, I know you're upset but you shouldn't react this way." John read the paper, which was slandering Adams.

"I'm justified to write down my thoughts." Alexander replied.

"And why is that?"

"He called me creole bastard. You think I'm not justified here?"

"Alexander. I get you're upset, but you could be expelled if you release this." Laurens stated.

"Relax, I really am just writing some thoughts down. It helps me not to kill someone when I'm mad. I have a whole folder over there of Jefferson." Alexander reassured him.
Laurens walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out the book Alexander was pointing to. He opened it, shocked to see how many hundreds of pages were in there. "How long have you known Jefferson?"

"Umm, about two years." Alexander said.

"Two years! This thing is huge."

"Let's just say me and Jefferson never saw eye to eye. From the moment he first saw me you could tell. We've had a beautiful hate for each other ever since." Alex laughed. "That's only volume one by the way."