Angelica didn't want to recount on all the events of the past couple of weeks. She didn't want to remember anything. Kissing Alexander. Lying to Eliza. Finding Thomas.

Losing Alexander.

Losing Thomas.

She didn't want to be reminded. God, she just wanted to lie in bed and wish to the heavens that it had never happened in the first place.

Maybe she was better off single. Was that an option?

Or lesbian - hell! She would even take switching gender identities, if it meant avoiding the stubbornness and complications of the male species.

The sound of her phone ringing on her bedside table was the thing in the end that got her out of bed.

Because it was loud and repetitive and annoying.

And it was an unknown number.

She clicked accept, getting ready to shoo away the adds with a frank, "I don't want to buy your cheap excuse of shampoo. It smells disgusting, like rotten lime. You should fix that if you want any customers at all."

She only began to say this before she was outspoken by a familiar voice.

"Angelica," the voice cleared his throat. "I need to talk to you as soon as you get to school. Are you there yet?"

The Schuyler Mansion was located quite close to the school, so Angelica didn't have to wake up as early as a majority of the school. Besides, why would she answer to Thomas Jefferson?

Thomas Jefferson!

And Angelica didn't even wait.

She hung up on him within the instant she recognised his voice.

She waited another two, three minutes to see if he would call again. It turned into five minutes.

And Angelica found that maybe - he had given up on her.

The action of her bedroom door being thrown open made Angelica's head snap upwards. Eliza and Peggy were standing before her, already dressed and ready to go.

"Hurry up, dammit!" Peggy cried, waving her arms theatrically. "We're gonna be late!"

:::

The Schuyler sisters did show up at school fairly late, in which Angelica felt it was mandatory for her to take all the blame.

She saw Alexander a few times in the hallway that day, and each time when he saw her he tried to reach her so he could grab her arm, and "talk".

There was nothing to talk about.

Thomas also appeared, just as frequently. As if he had any excuse for what a jerk he had been to her all month Long.

She found herself avoiding both of them.

And doing quite well, as a matter of fact. She was actually considering signing up for the CIA when she was older, or something.

"Wait - Angie's not coming?" Peggy asked, as the group got ready to take off for the pizza place downtown. She turned and stared at her sister with with accusing eyes. "But John's Papa's Pizza just reopened. We have to go!"

"Yeah! Come on, Angie!" Hercules cried, imitating Peggy cutely. John laughed and Peggy slapped them both, before turning back to her Sister.

"Come on," she pouted. "Angie, don't you love me?"

Angelica scoffed and waved a finger, "Um, no. Don't you pull that card on me," she said, before ruffling her Sister's hair. "I just have homework to finish, alright?"

"Okay," Eliza nodded. "Well, have fun."

The rest of the group shouted back similar goodbyes, thumping her on the back and saying "kill that essay", and other things.

Alexander was the only one who didn't say anything. His eyes just locked on her, the expression on his face so tense with emotions it was unreadable. Angelica knew he couldn't talk about what he wanted to talk about with her in front of everybody, and it would seem too fishy of him to just drag her aside from the whole group - and God knows what crap Lafayette would be spilling about it.

That was the only reason he hadn't talked with her yet.

That, and also - even if he had pulled her aside, Angelica wouldn't want to talk to him anyway. She felt that her heart and soul were not ready for anything that he wanted to say to her.

The group turned to leave without the eldest Schuyler.

But before everybody was in the car, Angelica felt a hand on her arm whirl her around, and she let out a shout of surprise.

And everybody in the car looked up.

It was Thomas Jefferson.

Obvi.

"God, Thomas, will you just knock it already!" Angelica snapped, jerking away from the man's grasp. "I told you I don't want to talk to you."

"Princess, you didn't hear me out yet," the tone of Thomas's voice was sly and sarcastic, as if he himself was irritated that he was still here. Although Angelica doubted that was the case, since he was still here.

"Why, oh, why would I do that?" Angelica folded her arms, and stared at him. "Hm? Why would I do that. Tell me. Tell me one thing that redeems you from being the devil's asshole!"

She was vaguely aware that they were having this conversation right in the middle of the school parking lot, where she had come to see her friends off before they went their separate ways. Now, groups of scattered students all across the lot were turning watch the scene between Angelica and Thomas unfold. Some even had out their phones out, and were recording the scene.

Frankly though, Angelica didn't have the patience to care.

Thomas's eyes had deepened into a hardcore, real emotion, surprising Angelica. It wasn't the usual flirty expression he had on his features, the careless tilt of his eyebrows that said that he didn't care what people thought of him.

No. Today, his expression was entirely different.

"I was drunk," he stated this clearly, but low under his breath, as if he wasn't proud of this fact. "I called you when I was drunk! I didn't mean to say the things I did, but apparently my mouth has a mind of its own."

It took Angelica a solid minute to register his words. And then - it almost made sense to her.

He was drunk-calling me.

But what does that mean, then? Why call ME?

A hand on Angelica's arm made her snap out of her thoughts. She looked over her shoulder and saw that it was Alexander. He had gotten out of the car as soon as he had seen Jefferson.

And now he was here, trying to stand between him and Angelica.

"I'll say, Jefferson," Alexander drawled. "Haven't you annoyed us enough as it is by just existing? You don't need to rub it in our faces too."

Thomas swerved to look at Alexander, and then smirked. His eyes glowed darkly.

"Hamilton. What the hell are you doing here, mate?" Thomas replied coolly. "You have your own Schuyler Sister waiting for you in the car. Run along, now."

"Excuse me?" Angelica snapped, feeling slightly insulted by his use of the term Schuyler Sister.

"It's not about the Schuyler sisters, asshole," Alexander snapped, and he stepped forward as he said this, as if he was really going to attack Thomas.

"Hey! Cool it, Alex," Angelica grabbed onto his arm and attempted to yank him back so that the two young men were more than two feet away from each other. But, attempted is the key word. Alexander's feet stayed planted into the ground.

Now, there was a thin crowd simmering around the three teenagers in the school carpark. Angelica glanced around and saw that her friends were among the thin crowd. Eliza was looking on, frowning with worry and confusion, and Lafayette had the most dreading expression on his face, as if he were saying: I told you so. Hercules was simply caught up in the tense moment, and Peggy was screaming, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" And even influencing some of the crowd.

"Angelica," Eliza called, locking gazes wth her elder Sister. She must have seen the panicked look as a cry for help, and began to step forward into the circle. Lafayette grabbed her arm before she could get closer.

Eliza whirled around and flashed him a look. She muttered something under her breath, in which Lafayette answered simply and only pulled her farther away from the scene in the middle of the crowd.

For once, Angelica was grateful for his stubbornness.

Angelica looked around at the chanting faces of the crowd, one hand on Alexander's arm and the other on Thomas's shoulder. She felt her heartbeat pulsating loudly at her temples to match the rhythm of the repeating chants of the audience, giving her a sickening headache.

Fight. Fight. Fight.

She felt like a sausage trapped between the two sides of a hotdog bread roll. Like she was the one thing standing between them.

She yanked back on Alexander.

"Alex, don't you dare," she whispered.

Alexander's eyes darted to her, and a pained emotion filled them. He watched her silently for a long moment.

"Well, well," Thomas's voice was what shattered the tender moment between the couple. "Look who's sinful now?"

Alexander swerved to look at him, eyes narrowed, "What does that mean?"

"It means —" Thomas's eyes narrowed to match his, filled with sin and hate "— that you need to pick your side. You need to know what you want. I know what I want." He grabbed Angelica's hand that was on his shoulder and she glanced up at him, shocked.

What?

Did he just say what I think he said? He did. He just admitted that he wants me.

Angelica wasn't sure whether to feel flattery or uneasiness, so she felt both. It wasn't that she didn't like Thomas. It was just Alexander was there, and as they had already confessed their feelings to one another, her being next to Thomas felt cruel.

Speaking of which.

Alexander's jaw had locked with that one motion. He stared now at Angelica's hand in Thomas's, and then looked up at his rival with eyes that spoke murder.

Thomas's smirk was laced with triumph, as he announced: "Where do your loyalties lie?"

Alexander couldn't answer this.

Because he and Angelica both knew what Thomas was referring to. Thomas was a smart guy, just like Alex. Some might say their intelligence levels were a match, teachers especially.

So yes. Thomas was smart.

And he had seen everything.