Marliza - And they were romates!

Chapter 1

Maria POV

"Whore"

"Slut"

"How can she even show her face here after what she did?"

Things like that followed me wherever I went. It was my first day of college and everyone already knew the name Maria Lewis, but not in a good way. Let me explain:

In highschool I had kept to myself a lot. I had good grades which got me into college, the same as multiple other kids from my school also got into, of course none that I talked to. I had even gotten a boyfriend. Which I definitely wasn't only with to hide the fact that I'm totally gay, mostly from my super homophobic parents.

His name was James Reynolds. Tall, sweet and on the football team. perfect coverup. I would stay with him for the rest of highschool and break up with him before college. In college I could then start a new life, try to make actual friends and maybe even find a girlfriend, especially because it would be a lot harder for my parents to know I was dating a girl, if I lived at the school instead of at home.

God I wish I could have just been that easy, but of course it couldn't. James soon turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life. In the start it was only small things like forceful kisses, yelling and taking firm grips of my wrists, which made them all bruised, but maybe that was just how a straight relationship worked. Then it turned into slaps, punches and kicks, which I knew weren't normal. I tried to break up with him multiple times, but those few times always ended up making me look like the bad girlfriend and begging him for forgiveness.

One time I had come to his house to break up with him. It wasn't until he had locked the door behind me that I realized we were alone in the house. I had told him I wanted to break up. Let's just say he didn't take that very well. He beat me pretty badly before taking me up to his bed. I don't think I need to explain what happened or what he did to me. After that night I was afraid to try again. He kept beating me and taking advantage of me all through the rest of highschool. I was too afraid to tell anyone what he was doing.

Then in the summer break before I was going to college James got an idea. He would have me have an affair with Alexander Hamilton and then blackmail him for money to not tell his girlfriend Elizabeth Schuyler. I of course didn't want to do it, but what choice did I have with James.

It was actually quite easy to get Hamilton to cheat on Eliza. I hoped that he would notice all the bruises and help me in some way, but he didn't.

After I had done my part for about a month, James thought it was time to blackmail. He requested money from Hamilton to not tell Eliza and it actually worked. Hamilton of course didn't want to see me again after that, which I was kinda relieved about.

Then at the end of the summer break something unexpected happened. An article was published and shared all over the internet and social media. The article was called "The Reynold Pamphlet". It was written by Hamilton. He told all about how I had seduced him into sleeping with me, then my boyfriend had blackmailed him and somehow he managed to put almost all of the blame on me. He had even included a picture of me from my insta in the article.

Almost immediately after it was posted all over the internet I started getting a lot of hate. Random people I didn't even know would write to me or yell after me on the streets. They would say stuff like "Whore, Slut, Cunt, How can you live with yourself, How could you do that to Eliza". They would also say much worse things. I didn't go much out the rest of the summer break.

I was now known as the whore who ruined the city's golden couple Hamliza. Eliza had of course broken up with Hamilton and everyone thought it was my fault.

I had dreaded the thought of coming to college after that. Especially since it was the same college as Eliza, her sisters, Alexander and all of their friends were going to. I wanted to at least go to a different college, but it was too late to change it.

But here I was walking down the halls of the college. Everyone staring, pointing, saying rude things to me and even pushing and showing me when passing me. I try to keep my head low, but it makes no difference. They still all know who I am.