I FOUND THIS IN MU DRAFTS AND ITS SO OLD BUT HOLY FUCK ITS KINDA GOOD btw this was written early september last year

this one has been floating around my non-existent brain for like a few months and why not put it down on paper or computer or whatever the fuck

lets go bitches

Alex's POV

I take a deep breath before stepping into my new dorm. It's grander than anything I've ever seen. Or dreamt about. Already, two people were inside, one of them lying on the sofa, his head handing upside down over the edge, the other busy unpacking.

"I wanna fucking go home!" The one on the sofa whines, blowing a stand of curly dyed green hair out of his face, and I can see the faded colour and dark brown roots showing through.

"Shut the fuck up, you've been here 15 minutes." The other one says, with a slight French accent, shooting a glare at him.

"I'm gonna castrate you and let you bleed out in the pool." The other says with a wide grin and equally wide eyes.

"I see you haven't lost any of your charm over the summer." The other one rolls his eyes before he sees me. "Oh, hey! I was told we were going to get stuck with a newbie this year. I can only assume you're him...?"

"Oh, uh yeah, hi!" I say meekly, waving slightly. The boy on the sofa pays no attention to me, but the other one comes over to me.

"Well hey, my name is Marie-Joseph Paul..."

"Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette, Marquis de Lafayette. Stop saying your full name every time, I hear it in my sleep." The other says, not even looking at us.

"Or you can call me Lafayette, or Laf." He gives me a small, sympathetic smile, before turning around to glance at the boy on the couch.

"Oh, well I'm Alexander Hamilton." I give a weary smile.

"And that little shit is John Laurens. If you hear him complaining about wanting to go home, ignore him. He's been here 4 years-"

"FOUR FUCKING YEARS!"

"And he does that every single time." He sighs for a second. "I'm going out, your bed is the one on the far left. Oh, and if you hear John threatening suicide, or joking about past attempts, he's just trying to intimidate you."

"It's already working." I mutter as Laf steps out the room.

I slowly walk over to the bed on the far left as he said, placing my things down on it cautiously, but I can't help but look over at the green haired boy on the sofa, who had piqued my interest undeniably. He still hasn't looked over at me, he hadn't moved a muscle.

"So, newbie..." He starts, not moving an inch.

"Wait- what? Me?"

"No, I'm talking to the spider on the wall," He sighs sarcastically, before sitting up, his hair tangled and messy, looking me dead in the eyes. "Yes you. You're the only newbie here."

"I have a name you know." I scowl at him, crossing my arms.

"Sure you do. Anyway, this is your first year, right? Have you ever done anything like this... at all? Like, boarding school shit?"

"No."

"Well damn, you're in for a treat."

"And you just fill me with confidence." I give him a sarcastic smile, and he laughs under his breath.

"I don't want to get your hopes up sweetheart." He winks at me, and I scowl at him again. "Now there's a pretty face. Hold still so I can get a picture." I flip him off. "You see," He continues like I had done nothing, "This place may be advertised as a posh, high quality school, but inside are some of the worst people you will ever meet. And I'm not talking petty school shit. Last year, the drug sniffer thingie dogs were in not even a month into school, just before the Christmas holidays the cops were in on a case of murder, end of January again for a double suicide, and once more round the end of the year for an attempted one." He winks again and I gulp. I get the feeling it was him he was talking about. "And that's just the stuff that us students know about."

I look him suspiciously up and down.

Oh, and if you hear John threatening suicide, or joking about past attempts, he's just trying to intimidate you. Laf had said, the words resurfacing in my memory.

He was just trying to intimidate me. I bet he's exaggerating too. I'm not here 20 minutes and already one of my roommates is as annoying as fuck. Don't tell me I have to spend the next year or so with this guy.

"Is there any way that people change roommates?" I ask spitefully, looking him up and down.

"Only if someone quits... or dies." He smirks at me and I roll my eyes.

But... how was I in this room then?

I seriously hope the last guy didn't fucking die.

it's not bad right?