"I have genuinely wanted to punch your face in since the day I met you." Jefferson grumbled. "The feeling is mutual." I growled back. "Well, see you tomorrow Hamilton! Be ready to need face surgery!" Jefferson laughed walking away with his friends James Madison and Charles Lee. "There won't be a tomorrow." I whispered. Probably going to be in the POV of Thomas most of the time. ((Started: 9-11-20)) ((Finished:9-21-20))