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TJeff's POV
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        "Angelica... where did she go?" I asked the oldest sister. I felt really bad about the way I'd treated her and I wanted to make it right.
        "No... I... I can't. You weren't there, and I don't know... if she'd want you to know." She whispered shakily, turning around in an attempt to shun me.
        "Please. I need to know if she's alright. I said something I shouldn't have and I need to make it right. If you care about her at all, at least let me ca-"
        "Two days. Two days and if you still want to apologize, I'll let you. I just... I need to make sure she's okay first. Before you do. I can't let the one person she hates be the first to check in on her. It might... it might drive her further away." Angelica ran off after saying that, leaving me confused and dazed. Why do I even want to apologize? I hate her, why do I care what she thinks of me? She thinks Alexander's a good guy, she's rude, and independent, strong willed, she smells nice and... her hair... No! I stormed off. I'm a good person, that's it. That's the only reason I want to apologize to her.
        "Hey, Thomas!... Still trying to apologize, huh?" James asked, walking over to me. He still seemed a little distraught about everything. After all, (Y/n) was supposed to be in the play.
        "Yeah, I am. I don't understand this. I figured that one of the Schuyler sisters would let me do it by now. Angelica finally gave in, but I have to wait two days." I responded, combing through my hair with my fingers.
        "What? Why? That seems a bit strange."
        "Something about making sure that I actually wanted to apologize. I don't know." I told him, shrugging. I kept trying to relax, but something about this whole situation is making me really tense.
        "Man, you have the biggest crush on her." James chuckled. My eyes went wide and I just stared at James.
        "James... what the hell?" I asked rhetorically, shoving past him and to my next class. The whole time I was there I couldn't even focus on the lecture. Her face kept showing up in my mind and... I kept wondering; hoping she was thinking about me. Why?
        "...mas... Thomas!" Professor Washington shouted. My head shot up to look at him.
        "Y-yes sir?" I stuttered. Why was I doing this? I was usually so calm and relaxed. What is this girl doing to me? Everyone started snickering at me as I awaited Washington's question.
        "Who was it that led our armies during the American Revolution? Since you have obviously not been paying attention I will give you a hint; he was also the first president." Washington crossed his arms as the class, once again, erupted into a fit of giggles.
        "Pff, that's easy," I said, attempting to calm myself down again, "Christopher Jackson."
        "Yes. Congratulations, you have the IQ of a first grader. If you're not going to listen to my class then don't bother coming at all." Professor Washington huffed, continuing his lecture. His response was so strange. He usually at least gave you props for answering or made an actual joke. He was never condescending like this. What's with the change? It couldn't be because of (Y/n)... could it?

        It's been only one day. I've gotten more and more panicked, more uptight, I care more. What is wrong with me?
        "Thomas!" Alexander. I spun around quickly, spilling some of my coffee on the floor. I hadn't been sleeping much lately so I needed to drink more than one cup.
        "A-Alexander. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I tried to at least look chill and cocky in front of him, but when you drink five to ten cups of coffee a day it gets pretty hard to stop shaking.
        "Woah... what's up with you? Scared of me or something?" Hamilton asked. He wasn't all that serious, but he was a little bit. I rolled my eyes and scoffed, reminding myself of how (Y/n) would always do that to me.
        "No, Hamilton. I'm just a bit on edge is-"
        "Alright, let's just cut to the chase. I heard that you've been trying to talk to (Y/n) lately. Why don't you get it through your thick skull that we can't let to talk to her?" Alexander spat. His friends were behind him, trying to persuade him to be a bit nicer. I crushed my coffee cup in my hand, causing all of them to step back; even Hamilton was startled.
        "Well, you'd better not let her talk to me! Especially since all I ever wanted was to apologize! Why don't you get that through your  thick skull, Hamilton!? The last time I talked to her I was being a total ass, and... and I feel like I have something to do with her leaving... All I ever wanted was to make sure she was okay and to apologize for being so terrible towards her... is that so much to ask!?" I shouted, towering over Alexander. He looked into my eyes, took a step back, and started to rummage through his pockets.
        "Alex? What are you-" John began, but Hamilton quieted him. When Alex came up empty with all of his pockets, he started to search through his bag. Finally, he found what he was looking for; his phone. Alex stood up and walked over to me.
        "Here." He said simply, handing the phone over. (Y/n)'s number was already pulled up in it.
        "Alexander Hamilton! What are you thinking!? Didn't he just say that-" Hercules tried to argue, but Hamilton cut him off.
        "He was being sincere. He really cares about her..." Alexander stated blankly. I was about to hit call when Alex began to talk again.
         "However, if you hurt her, you'll pay. Also; make sure you give that phone back." I thanked Alexander and he walked away, his friends walking and talking along behind him.
'Thank you, Hamilton... I promise to make this right.'