Chapter Eleven
"Please let me go to school today!" Alex whined. "Pleeeeaaaase?"
"No." John said. "You need bed rest like the doctor said."
"At least let me come help move Herc and Laf into their new place this afternoon!" Their previous roommates had moved out because now that John and Alex were a couple, it could be a bit awkward.
"No!" The taller man groaned. "Alex, you cannot get up unless you have to go to the bathroom. That's final. That's it."
Alex crossed his arms, pouting. "Fine." He huffed. At least he would be getting off bedrest in time to see Peggy graduate.
John kissed his nose. "Alright, grump. I'll be at school. And I will bring you notes and all your assignments. Promise."
Alex sighed as his boyfriend left the room. Not long after he heard the front door open and shut.
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John sat in the quad, studying between classes.
"Hey, man." Hercules lumbered over. "How's Alex holding up?"
"Eh." John shrugged. "He's pouting. As expected." He looked back at his books, continuing to study.
"Yeah." Herc laughed. "He's non-stop." Then he shrugged. "Well I gotta go have lunch with Maria and Eliza. Text me later, dude." Then he walked off.
"Hey, gay."
John rolled his eyes as he looked up to see Thomas. James was right behind him of course. "What do you want?"
Thomas sat down next to him. "Just this." Then suddenly his lips were on Laurens'.
"What the fuck?!" John said, instantly pushing him off.
"Gotta take Hamilton down one way or another." Thomas shrugged.
"What?" That's when John noticed that James had his phone out. He had taken a picture.
"Bye, fag."
John sat, thinking. Should he text Alex? But Thomas was so homophobic. He wouldn't post it. He wouldn't want anyone to think he was gay. There was no point in worrying his boyfriend.
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Alex scrolled through his phone, bored as hell. Then a notification popped up from Instagram. It said Thomas tagged him in a picture. He clicked on it.
His breath caught in his throat. He felt like he might throw up. There was a picture of Thomas kissing John. His John.
The caption read: "Look what this fag tried to do. Poor @a.ham"
Tears instantly began to drip down the small man's face. How could John do this to him? He loved him. He hadn't said it yet, but he did. And he had thought John loved him too.
"I guess I was wrong." He muttered. Then he stood and walked over to the window. Screw bedrest. He opened the window.