Four Hours Of Torture {Alexander Hamilton}
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I had been in the library for a total of four hours now, alternating between the pink,yellow, and red highlighters. Yellow for yes I knew what the fuck was going on, red for I had no clue what the fuck was going on, and pink for I was somewhere in the middle. My history midterm was in a few days and I had been studying nonstop but the knowledge just wasn’t sticking. “The library closes in two hours.” I looked up to find Henry, the librarian’s aid, looking down at me.
“I’m well aware of that Henry,” I scoff and he shrugs, shaking his head with a dry chuckle as he walked away. “I love you too.” I softly whisper after him,
“Doesn’t seem that he loves you all that much.” A voice teases and my head shot up, and for the first time since being here I take in my surroundings, I wasn’t the only one in the room. There were actually a few other students, the one who spoke to me included.
“He’s a fool! One day he’ll realize.” I continue and the guy laughs, reaching out to shake my outreached hand,
“I’m Alexander. Alexander Hamilton.”
“Nice to meet you Alexander Alexander Hamilton, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” He rolls his yes at my joke,
“You’re funny,” he mocks and I shrug,
“Look, it seems that we’ve both been studying our asses off for the last four hours, let me treat you to a cup of coffee.”
I eyed him, “How do I know you’re not going to lure me outside, hit me over the head and kidnap me.”
“You don’t. Now do you want that cup of coffee or not?”
“I’m glad we made it to the coffee shop withoutyou hitting me over the head.” I smiled as I too a sip of my coffee, finished with six sugars and five vanilla creamers.
“I was actually planning to do it after we left.” He deadpans and I stare at him for a full minute before we both start to laugh,
“You’re actually pretty cool, despite the man bun.” He gasps and grabs his man bun that set prettily parched on top his head. I hold my hand to my heart and in all seriousness, gasp, “I sorry, did I offend you?”
“A little, just a little.”
“I do apologize from the depths of my heart,” I push and he rolls his eyes,
“If you have something against my man bun, I’ll just take it out.” I don’t protest as he pulls his bun from his ponytail and his hair drops to frame his face.
“Now I’m just jealous. Your hair is so shiny and full of bounce.” He chuckles and shakes his head pulling his hair back into a sloppy ponytail leaving a few pieces out. “I like you Alexander, you seem like a nice person.”
He shrugs, cheeks heating up. “I mean I like to think I am.” He coughed and I reached across the table pushing his shoulder,
“You can’t just take a compliment can you?”
“Yeah once you tell me something I don’t know,” he egged on with a raised brow.
“Anyway, what class were you studying for?”
“Mr.Bates history class,”
“What? No way! I was studying for his class too.”
“I figured seeing as I sit right behind you in his class.”
“Shit dude I didn’t even notice,”
“I mean it has only been half a year,” he pouted before heartily chuckling.
“Yeah, please don’t take offense, I pay no attention to the kids in that class.”
“I pay attention to you though…” he whispers but I hear him.
“You are a stalker!” I tease, throwing my head back with a laugh,
“I told you, that you didn’t have to walk me to my dorm, or hold my hand.” I look down to our connected hands, and he smiles sheepishly before letting it go.
“I didn’t want someone to snatch you up,” he defends and I roll my eyes as I unlock my dorm room, “Well, it’s getting late, I should probably go-”
“Alex you can come in.” I sigh and he smiled pushing past me and into my dorm room, plopping down on the couch.
“Today has been a very stressful day, so much buildup. And for what to get me into your dorm?” He smirked and I picked up a pillow, throwing it at his face.
“Look, I invited you in because you brought me a cup of coffee. Now, I have some popcorn in here and a few recorded LMN movies on the DVR, and we’ve both been working hard all day…”
“Are you inviting me to stay for a movie night?”
“Yes,” I groan as I walk toward my little kitchen, “And when we watch the movie I don’t want to hear any of your smug remarks, deal?” I could see the pain on his face as he let out a small,
