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-WASHINGTON-
“I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD- YOU’RE STUPID ASS FINANCE PLAN IS NOT, AND I REPEAT NOT GOING TO HELP OUR SCHOOL!”
“OH YEAH? WELL AT LEAST I'M HELPING THE FUCKING SCHOOL! YOU WERE AWAY FOR THE WHOLE SIX WEEKS WHEN THE STUPID REDCOATS WERE TRYING TO CANCEL US! DON’T YOU TELL ME HOW TO DO SHIT!!”
The door swung wide open, and Professor Washington walked into the room, looking rather… exasperated.
You see, Professor Washington was a law teacher, and he definitely did NOT sign up for leading the school student council. But it turns out all the other teachers pointed at his name when he was away for a day, as no-one else wanted to deal with… whatever this was.
“Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton- The only thing I’m swearing to god is the fact that if none of you shut up in the next 10 seconds, I will, AND REPEAT WILL write you up for a detention. Now sit the hell down, the meeting hasn’t even started yet.” Professor Washington stated calmly. The rest of the council walked into the room, also looking fed up with the two’s shenanigans.
“But- sir! Alexander was being delusional!” Thomas Jefferson started ranting about how diabolical Hamilton’s financial plan was, and slumped back against his spinny chair when Professor Washington glared at him.
Washington sat down at his seat, and grabbed a container of fish fingers, alongside some custard. “Okay, now that these two have stopped- uh what do you young kids call it nowadays? … yapping- Our meeting will commence. You kids talk it out while I will sit back and have my lunch break.” He pointedly glared at Alexander and Thomas, then returned to his rather questionable lunch.
The student council (aka. Nerds who take their roles way too seriously) sat at the long table, Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton on each end so they could constantly glare and mutter rude things at each other.
“Ahem. sooooo?” Aaron Burr clears his throat and looks expectantly at Professor Washington. “Oh- right. Uh the issue on the table, Secretary Hamilton's plan to assume council debt and establish a conjoined bank for all the committees together. Jefferson, you have the floor.” The professor munches on his fish fingers in custard contentedly.
“Okay, each of our bloody committees fought hard for money. We shouldn’t settle for less. But you guys see? Hamilton forgets! He’s only tryna get more money and benefit the very seat of council where he sits!!” Thomas Jefferson stood up and said. This man was extremely flamboyant, and also had a huge ass ego, which took up most of the space in the room.
“Not true!” Hamilton yells back at him. He stands up, but Angelica Schuyler pulls him back down to his chair by his blazer. Hamilton really wanted to kick Jefferson’s ass, and burn his stupid magenta coat. He didn’t even follow the school dress code! “Shut up, Hamilton, let Thomas speak.” Aaron Burr said calmly.
“Oooh, if the shoe fits, then wear it! If the other committees are in debt, why do the we have to bear it?” Thomas Jefferson was practically only dissing Hamilton at this point. Hercules Mulligan who was sitting next to Alexander raised his eyebrows at that statement.
“This financial plan is an outrageous demand And it's too many damn pages for any man to understand!” Jefferson said coyly. James Madison, basically Thomas’ boyfriend smiled and folded his arms over his chest. Oohs and Ahhhs filled the committee room, and Lafayette, a French transfer student and unfortunately Thomas’ cousin, grunted in annoyance.
Hamilton looked like he was about to punch Jefferson in the face.
"Look, when those Redcoats taxed our tea, we got frisky, Imagine what gon' happen when you try to tax our whisky!"
Jefferson sat back down on his chair with a triumphant grin.
Angelica glared at him. Her and her sisters Peggy and Eliza ran the student rights committee, and they were in a lot of debt, trying to provide free feminine hygiene products for all the school bathrooms, and fundraising was going downhill for the Schuyler sisters.
Professor Washington looked up from his lunch and nodded briskly.
"Hamilton, your response."
"Thomas, that was a REAL nice declaration. Welcome to the present, we're running a real nation!"
Hamilton stood up angrily from his seat and began rambling.
Aaron Burr sighed, and muttered something under his breath which sounded a lot like "This is just a student council, not a bloody country."
"Would you like to join or stay mellow, doing whatever the hell it is you do in Monticello!" Alexander spat out.
"It was a holiday organised by my aunt..." Jefferson grumbled.
"Look, if we assume the debts, the union gets a new line of credit. How do you not get it? We get a boost, or would you rather give it a sedative?"
The room filled with tension, and Alexander's friends were grinning.
"Don't lecture me about the 'war' you didn't fight in it! You think I'm frightened of you, man? We almost died in a trench *A/N, I didn't know what else to put here to make it rhyme so I kept the og lyrics. Just roll with it ig-* , while you were off getting high with the French!!"
Peggy Schuyler was now recording the heated argument with her phone, jumping up and down. John Laurens was cheering for Alexander and all the other committee members were making bets over who would win the argument.
"Sittin' there useless as two shits" Hamilton points at James Madison and Thomas Jefferson who are probably shit talking him. And they look startled.
"Hey, turn around, bend over, I'll show you where my shoe fits!" Hamilton yells, and the whole entire room collapses into laughter and cheering.
"Good job, bro" Hercules nudges Alex, who was now the one grinning triumphantly.
"ExCuSe mE?! Boys take a walk!" Professor Washington boomed, and everyone giggled slightly at the teacher's reaction.
"The meeting is dismissed, we'll finish this discussion at a later date. I have more fishfingers to eat." Professor Washington simply stated.
Peggy was showing everyone the video she filmed, and Alexander was joking around with Lafayette and John.
"Alexander! son-" Professor Washington called him over and Alex nervously approached him.
"Yes, sir?"
"You need votes. I believe in your system, but you need the votes." Professor Washington stated simply.
"No sir, we need bold strokes!-" Hamilton began, but the teacher silenced him.
"Figure it out Alexander. and that's an order from your commander."