"You do realize it's, like, six in the morning?"
"And you do realize I, like, don't care?"
Thomas glared at her, loathing the fact that Alexandra had decided it was necessary to wake him up that early on a Sunday morning.
"Plus," She continued. "This is what time I usually get up anyways." Which didn't surprise him in the least - she had to write sometime.
"And that means I also have to get up this early, why?"
"Because, stupide, we are going shopping," Alex announced with a mischievous grin dancing about her face.
Thomas was not going shopping with Alexandra on a Sunday morning. It just wasn't going to happen. So, he told her. "No."
"Book shopping. Not clothes shopping. And the look on your face was fantastic, by the way."
Once again, he scowled at her. "No. I am not getting out of my room to go book shopping. I bet none of the stores are even open yet, too."
"And I bet they are; London Book-Store is open. Henry Knox - one George friend's - gets there at six forty-five and lets me in a seven. Technically, it doesn't open until seven thirty so we'll get the store to ourselves for a bit."
"But why do I have to go? I mean, you could ask, Jamie."
Rolling eyes in frustration, Alex said, "I already did and he said he wanted to come, but I thought you might enjoy getting ten percent off your books so I thought I would ask. Clearly I was wrong."
As she starts to walk away, Jefferson's mouth decided to speak. "No, you weren't wrong, I'll come."
Shockingly enough, Alexandra smiled at him - a genuine smile with teeth and everything - and it almost convinced Jefferson's mind that his mouth wasn't crazy for agreeing with her.
Well, he tried to tell her no.
"Ha," She laughed. "I knew you would want to. Especially you can't resist the lure of books. Just let me call Mr. Knox to let him know I'll be bringing some friends and then we can get going."
Yeah, the lure of the books...
Then the words slammed him in the face. "Friends". She had called them her friends. 'Them' being both Jamie and himself. Thomas. As in: Thomas Jefferson. As in: The-Man-I-have-Loathed-since-the-Beginning-of-Time
It must have been a slip.
Had to have been.
xxoOoxx
When they had pulled up, Mr. Knox was already holding the door open for them and smiling so brightly at Alexandra, Jefferson's own face began to hurt.
"Good morning, Mr. Knox," Alex greeted him as she was pulled into a hug.
"Good morning to you Lexy and who is it that you have with you today?"
No.
Lexy.
That was asking to be delivered to your grave with a one-way ticket.
No one - and Thomas meant no one had ever called her Lexy and gotten off without sometime of abuse. He had witnessed it when Laurens and she were messing around one time.
What type of blackmail did he have on Alex for her to be okay with that?
"The man with the huge head of hair is Monsieur Cretin and the other guy is James." Alex turned around to look at Thomas, put on her best 'angel face' and smiled.
