We're Forbidden// Historical Lams

You're On

Alex's POV

"Hamilton, open this goddamn door this instant!"

My eyes fluttered open just as someone yelled my name. I raised an eyebrow.

Now, who could that POSSIBLY be?

I was being sarcastic if you couldn't tell.

I dragged myself out of bed and ran a hand through my hair before answering the door.

"Aaron Burr, sir?"

"Alexander. We need to talk."

I examined his face. Burr's eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept a wink all night.

I nodded and led him inside. He sat down on the couch, and I sat facing him.

"So what did you need to talk to me about, sir?" I asked. I'm not stupid, I know exactly what he's here for. I just want to hear him say it.

"Why would you endorse Jefferson? I know you hate him." Aarom said. I almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

He just looked so confused, it was a little funny.

"Well," I started crossing my legs. "Jefferson may be a stubborn, self-obsessed jerk, but at least he has beliefs."

I chuckled. "It's not my fault no one trusts you," I told him.

Aaron's face turned red. He was fuming.

"That's it, Alexander." he muttered, looking me in the eyes.

"I challenge you to a duel. Tomorrow. At dawn."

"You're on."