~Thomas's POV~
"Immigrant."
"Virginian trash" (SON, IM FROM VIRGINIA, SO WATCH YOUR MOUTH.)
"Nerd"
"Failure"
We spit insults back at each other until he said something that truly set me off.
"How would your sister feel about you trying to bully kids?"
My throat tightened, remembering when my sister was still with me. We were stuck together like glue. We may have glued ourselves together once...
I growled and shoved him to the ground.
"DON'T TALK ABOUT HER"
Hamilton growled and kicked me in the shin.
That was going to leave a bruise.
I threw the first punch, hitting him right in the jaw.
Then he threw on at my nose.
I yelped and kicked him in the side, holding my nose.
I felt someone grab me and drag me away, and I assumed it was Jemmy.
"Hercules, John, clean up Alex, I'll take this one since his Boyfriend isn't here."
Who I can only assume to be the Frenchman, was talking.
I was carried to the bathroom where Frenchie sat me down on the space in between the sinks.
He grabbed a wet paper towel and wiped away the blood. He had a calm face but a fire in his eyes.
He put down the paper towel and sighed.
He threw it in the trash and got close to me, clearly angry now.
He grabbed my hair and tugged at it to make me look at him.
"aHA~" I moaned quietly.
His angry face was replaced with a confused face, and then he was on the ground laughing.
He wiped away fake tears and looked at me. I scowled at him.
"So, why'd you do it?" He asked me.
"I don't have to tell you anything."
"I think I deserve to know, you beat up my friend."
"Whatever." I said, jumping off the sink and walking out of the bathroom.
