That Summer in Nevis (Lams)

Chapter 17

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"Francis Kinloch," Maria muttered under her breath. She opened an Instagram tab and searched the name. At least three different accounts with the same profile picture popped up. It was a picture of him and John. John looked different, though. He was skinnier, and smaller. She clicked on the top profile, and all the posts but one were almost three years old. The post was a short video dated to a few hours ago. Francis was topless and acting like one of those disgusting white cis straight males, humping the air. The caption was 'Getting redy for baby😫🍆💦'

That's where Maria took a break, and thanked whoever decided to make her a lesbian. The caption alone made her want to throw up. She decided that John was definitely in some trouble. He would never want to go out with someone who did that.

my sister's hOt

💄💋:
send help
now.
www.instagram.com
[video attached]

baby💛:
gdaidbsisbjsjaba
ew

wOrk woRk:
what in the straight tik tok-
kill all men.
Yes I know this is Instagram

👖👕🧵🧷:
How'd you find THAT

baby💛:
Is that kincock?!!!

Alexander Hamilton:
I need bleach.

Cinnamon Roll:
^^
Baby💛:
Same

👖👕🧵🧷:
^^

💄💋:
^^

wOrk woRk:
^^

baguettebItch🥖:
^^

Alexander Hamilton:
Can't John see this chat?

Cinnamon Roll:
Wait yea

👖👕🧵🧷:
You good mah dood???

-

Maria put her phone away, and searched other social media platforms. She did this for about another two hours, occasionally sending pictures and videos to the group chat.

The others spammed the group chat with questions for John. John still hadn't responded by the time Maria got back to the hotel. He wasn't even there when she got back.

6:57

"Guys, what time did John leave again?" Maria asked.

"I don't know, but I just texted Kincock. He says, why the fuck would I have him." Peggy quotes, one hand mimicking the marks. "Oh! Also, before that, I said, hey this is Peggy. Ya know, John's best friend? And then, he responded with- actually, I'll just let you read it." She threw the phone at Maria.

Kincock

Hey👋 this is Peggy
Ya know, John's BEST FRIEND???

Hey
Saw your Instagram pics
Damn girl
You fine as hell
Wanna come over?

Ew no

Aw babys playin hard to get

Fuck no
I'm gay

Don't matter to me

Is John with you?

Why the fuck would I have him

-

"Ew." Maria scrunched up her nose, and threw the phone back at Peggy.

"So I should block him, but I also have to interrogate him, so..." Peggy shrugged. "I'm just gonna start doing that now. Sooner I get it done, sooner I can block the creep," she muttered, turning around and shooting finger guns at Maria.

-

Francis sighed and kissed the top of John's head. "Fine, I guess you can go back if you really want too."

"Can you drive me? It's raining and it's late," John asked, grabbing his phone and putting it in his backpack.

"Can't sorry."

So John pulled out his phone, careful not to let the pouring rain ruin it. He typed out a message to Herc, asking him if he could pick him up. Herc, of course being the mom friend, said yes. He walked to a nearby store, trying to show that he was definitely not at Francis' hotel room.

-

Alex's breathing picked up with the weather. It wasn't quite storming, but it was still raining hard. With John still out, Herc picking him up while Peggy, Laf, and Angelica were interrogating Francis, and Martha and George out for dinner, Maria and Eliza were at his side holding his hand.

"Alex, Alex, breathe with me, honey. In, two, three, four. Out, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven," Eliza counted, and Alexander followed.

They repeated the breathing exercises a few times until Alex could stand up. Just like last time, he put on headphones and blasted the music in his ears. This time, he was listening to 21 Chump Street.

A few minutes later, John and Herc walked in. John gave Alex a short glance before turning away from him and running into the bathroom.

John paced around the small room. "Get over him. You have a boyfriend. There will be consequences." He repeated this aloud over and over again until he thought it stuck. Until he could say it without being flustered.

I am not in love with Alexander Hamilton.