Alex had made a habit of this; so much so that he had forgotten to do a three-page essay that was due in six hours. If you knew Alexander, you would know that this wasn't like him in any way. In fact, Alex could normally have assignments finished the day they were assigned and triple the page count required.

  This in particular essay was on The Founding Fathers for his advanced History class, and he could picture Mr. Washington, the strict history teacher, looking down at him in disappointment in his mind as he handed in the bare minimum word count. Though he didn't have to imagine it for very long, for six hours later, on the dot, George was taking the thin stack of papers (which mostly consisted of the horrible handwriting Alex had used as he cringed at names that matched either his own name or those of people he knew) in his hand, the two standing on opposite sides of the man's desk.

  Mr. Washington looked at the paper, then at Hamilton, then the three short pages, then Alex, and back again, a look of surprise on his face at how little the best student in his class had written. "Is, is this all, Alexander?" Said male nodded stiffly, looking down, trying to avoid his teacher's eyes. "Okay... Go and take your seat next to Jefferson..." Nodding once more, Alex turned to take his place in the isles.

  "Are you alright, Alex?" Came Thomas' deep voice in a hushed tone.

  "Um, yeah..." Jefferson knew he was lying from the way he played with his long sleeves, his hands on his desk, and how he hadn't even made an attempt to get his laptop out of his backpack yet when he's normally already typing by now.

Thomas always noticed the little things.