The meeting will come to order—"
"The meeting will come to order!"
"Um, I just said that."
"No! I say the meeting will come to order-"
Thomas Jefferson and Aaron Burr glared at each other. Burr's hands were flat on the desk in front of him, while Jefferson's were clenched by his side. The entire student council watched them, most with mildly horrified expressions on their faces. A few, like Lafayette, looked mildly amused. Peggy Schulyer was the only one that looked excited.
Jefferson was the one who broke the silence. "Fuck off, Burr."
"I said, fuck off, Burr."
"Jesus, Jefferson, we can settle this without throwing damn cuss words into this. We're better than that."
"Then you need to stop being a power-hungry, fear-inducing, grade-mongering—"
Burr's eyes were narrowed so much that they were practically slits. "Do you want to settle this outside?"
Jefferson snorted. "If you'd just admit that I get to call the meeting to order—"
"No! I do!"
Hercules Mulligan let out a bark of laughter, before clamping his mouth shut, but it was too late. Lafayette threw his head back and let out a long laugh, spurring the rest of the student council into a fit of giggles.
Alexander Hamilton smiled as he looked down at his papers. There wasn't much that made him very happy anymore, but Burr and Jefferson arguing over stupid things could always do it. Still, they had a lot to get through...and they were wasting time.
Burr and Jefferson were throwing glares all around the room now. "This is important!" Burr said to the room at large.
"Dude, it's calling the meeting to order," Mulligan pointed out. "Calm down."
"Oh, and you're so important, Mr. Vice Party Planner," Jefferson snapped. "Why are you even here?"
"No need to go throwing insults," Eliza Schulyer said dryly.
"Well, none of you idiots are taking this seriously!" Jefferson said. "So if I have to point out the obvious to get you to understand how important this is—"
Sybil Ludington snorted. Burr and Jefferson focused their glares on her. Burr pointed to the door. "Sybil, get out."
"Well, geez. No need to get all bent out of shape."
"Would you guys all shut up?" Jefferson yelled. "We need to face the fact that Adams is a fucking awful president! Let's just impeach him, or something!"
Peggy groaned. "We are a student council, Thomas. We have no power."
"We fought to prove otherwise last year, Miss Schuyler," Burr pointed out.
Peggy smirked, gesturing to two of her sisters, who were also in the room. "Which one?"
"Everyone shut up!"
The room fell silent at the voice of Angelica Schulyer, who had finally stood up from her seat.
"We have things that need to be done! And we're not going to get anywhere by arguing! Now, I think that we actually had a schedule for today. Jefferson, our dear secretary, why don't you read it?"
"Right as always, Angie."
Burr clapped his hands. "The meeting will come to order."
Jefferson turned around in one quick movement and shoved him.
Into the row of desks behind him that contained the non-class representatives. The five people there jumped up, grabbing their papers, but not before one of the desks had fallen over.
Papers fluttered to the ground, before getting caught in the wind of the fan on the ground.
"Fuck," Alexander muttered.
"Why, you—" Burr made as if to shove Jefferson, but caught himself.
"What, too much of a coward?"
"Jefferson, I swear—"
"Come at me, bro!" It could have been funny, except that Jefferson said it in a completely serious way, and the two seniors hated each other, and the papers were still flying around the room, caught between the two fans…
And Burr did. He tackled Jefferson, knocking him to the ground. Alex stood, mesmerized by the chaos in front of him. Papers were flying around the room, a desk on the ground, Burr and Jefferson acting like they wanted to kill each other, Eliza wildly moving back and forth as if she wanted to do something but didn't quite know what.
The two seniors went rolling on the floor, pummeling each other. Alexander heard a yell from James Madison: "Guys, stop!" and one from Angelica: "What the fuck! Stop it, you morons!"
The door was yanked open. Mr. Washington stood there.
"Fuck," Alexander heard Lafayette say.
"What is going on here?!"
The principal of Continental High School had a dark expression on his face. Alex's heart dropped into his stomach. He hated it when Mr. Washington was mad at them. It was terrifying. It made Alex hate himself.
"I leave for fifteen minutes and I come back to—to this?!"
"Sorry, Mr. Washington," Burr said.
"Aaron, I expected more out of you. And none of the rest of you stopped this! You're supposed to be the pride of Continental High! And yet you can't stop yourself from destroying the space we've been given?!"
"Sorry, Mr. Washington," the council chorused, all of them looking down. Angelica shot glares at Burr and Jefferson.
"You're dismissed for the day. I want you to think about what you've done."
Mr. Washington walked back out, the door hanging open behind him.
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