Act Two ~Jeffmads~

The one thing to Jefferson didn't lie about was that he was coming back.

Jefferson came to back the morning before school started. And of course, the only one that was capable of getting him to campus was James.

He had to get up extra early that morning just to be at the airport at seven-thirty. Only to pick up a person he didn't want to see.

When James arrived at the airport he recognized Jefferson as soon as he was within eyesight. Of course he had changed a bit since the last time, but James was still positive that it was him.

All it took was a wave in his direction for Jefferson to notice James. He looked happy to see James and ran over to him, but when he came close enough James bent over and picked up Jefferson's suitcase. Jefferson looked quite uncomfortable, but James didn't care. "Follow me," he said coldly as they left the airport.

The ride back to campus started really awkward as neither of the men was talking to the other. Eventually, Jefferson decided to break the ice. "So, how is school going?" he asked.

"It's going good, but you would have known that if you held your promise," James replied back just as cold as before.

Thomas didn't know how to react to that. He knew that there was no good excuse to do what he did.

"Look, I'm sorry James. I didn't know what to say to you,"
"You could have said anything,"
"But the longer I stayed silent, the worse it got,"

The speed of James' car had increased. At this point, he was incredibly mad. Jefferson didn't forget about him at all, he just never replied.

"What about the first month? I sent you messages almost every day!"

Thomas knew he had to avoid that question. Because in reality, he had been out making friends and partying all night long.

He had seen James' messages but had always delayed them to the next day, until he stopped.

"Look, James, I don't really have a good reason for not responding to you, but I'm willing to make up for it. I'm willing to do whatever you want if you just-"

"Shut up Jefferson!" James screamed.

Jefferson was startled because for starters he had never seen him so aggressive before, and had known James for fourteen years (seventeen including the years he was in France). Secondly, James had never called him by just surname. Never. Third and last because he knew that this was a buildup of years of ignoring him.

"You called me Jefferson," he said so weakly that it was almost impossible to hear.

"Yes, I am very much aware of that,"

James was trying to calm down, he was the driver and needed to focus on the road in front of him.

"Um...why did you call me Jefferson?"
"Cause that's your name?"
"My name is Thomas, James,"

James had a quick glance at Jefferson. He sounded distant and needed to confirm his beliefs. He was right about Jefferson not looking at James. He was looking out of the passenger window.

"This guy Hamilton, at our school began doing it in Junior year and it kinda rubbed off onto me,"
"Is he a friend of yours?"

James sighed. "Was," he said after he finally calmed down. "Oh, what happened?"

James realised that he finally had someone that he could tell this story to whom could possibly take his side. So he decided to tell him it.

"During spring earlier this year Hamilton, Jay, and I was working on a personal project that could possibly change the rules on campus. It started out as a great project. We had the headmaster on our side, he has a kind of 'father-son' relationship with Hamilton."