Trigger warnings
-Swearing

Alexander's POV
August 29,
Thursday,
11:55 am

There he stood, the almighty bitch Jefferson. I in no way liked the dude, he was a greedy, selfish, self-centered, and all around a dick. The fact that a human being like him could exist is horrifying, which would be a really great plot to have for a horror movie. I barely respected this man, only for the fact that he is a human being, other than that, I couldn't give a shit if something happened to the man.

Oh, and Madison, poor poor Madison. He followed Jefferson around like a lost puppy, he wasn't that bad. He was polite and yet he was able to get past that politeness and make rude comments, usually adding onto what Thomas would say. It's as if he knew that no matter what he said, he wouldn't have consequences, that Thomas would shield him from the backlashes.

Finally there was Burr, respectable dude but he was too hesitant and always making snarky remarks when he wasn't being silent, mainly targeting said remarks at me. He kept to himself, like a snail hiding in it's shell. We didn't get along all that much, sure we had a few things in common, but that was where that road ended.

As I strutted my way over to the three, I took in my surroundings. Trees - the small basic ones - were manually placed around the park, besides the two large pine trees that were plopped down randomly and naturally. The first one nearing a corner of the park that was close by the parking lot, and the other towards the middle, being off-center from the exact middle point.

"What do you want?" I barely held down my snarl of annoyance. The cocky smiles and blank glares sickened me, but I relatively ignored it for now as I took a seat on the cheep plastic bench, right next to Burr. Across from me was Jefferson and by his side, Madison.

"Well Hamilton, I'm glad to inform you that we have everything set up, our little plan is ready to go. We just need you to set him up." Thomas calmly said, locking his gaze onto me, studying every little movement that I had.

"And you couldn't have just texted me?" I grimaced, my eyebrows furrowing further than before. I noticed Burr silently roll his eyes through the corner of my eye, probably thinking something along the lines of 'this ignorant fuck'.

"I would but we couldn't dare leave a trace of what we had planned, and thankfully, a majority of people are in classes right now." Jefferson answered my question, leaning onto his hand as he grabbed his phone, pulling up google maps.

"So, what is your plan then?" I sighed quietly, barely relaxing my shoulders, looking down at the phone he pushed towards me.

His grin grew wide, his pure white teeth showing and shimmering in the bright sunlight.

~Short Time Skip~
12:17 pm

I normally wouldn't care, normally, but this was horrible. I can't do that, I can't do it, but I have to...

I had about an hour or two until my first class of the day, what would I do in this amount of time? Probably do the classwork that was assigned to me, and that was what I was planning until I heard a familiar female voice holler my name.

"Alex!"

I turned around to try and process the person and how to react.

"Hey Lexie!"

Then I felt a tight clasp around my neck and pressure against my chest.

Oh, right,
Eliza.

"Hey Liz" I smiled warmly, presenting myself as charming and caring. I wrapped my arms around her small waist, feeling the oddly soft fabric of the baby blue dress she wore against my hands.

"I just got out of class, do you want to go with me to get some coffee? Of course, if you can." Eliza gently pulled away with a shy smile, her hands trailing down onto my chest and subconsciously feeling me. I didn't bother with taking notice.

"Like a date?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, my plastered grin widening.

"W-well, I uh..." she stumbled over her words, darting her eyes down and subtly drawing circles into my chest with her fingers.

I leaned down, pecking a small kiss on her forehead and saying quietly, "I'd love to Liz".

Anyone would say this was 'romantic' or 'adorable'.

I would silently beg to differ, if anything, I felt as if I was cheating on someone as guilt risen in my gut. But I had no right to feel this way.

The only problem that could be present is that I don't like Eliza in any romantic way, all platonic. She was either too gullible or I was too good to notice that I was playing her, no one did really, so probably the second option.

But that feeling still lingered, I had no one to cheat on
.
.
.
So why did I feel like I was doing just that?