The Last Project | Lams |

1 - Dorm

|Hamilton|

I'm not exactly an extrovert, but I'm actually quite excited to see who I will share my dorm with.

All I do not want is Jefferson. He is the worst person ever, and if I did have to share a dorm with him, I'd jump out of the window. He somehow got into the same college as me, even though he did horrible in high school, and was only flirting with people, including teachers. I despise Thomas Jefferson.

Anyone else is fine.

I sat on my bed, which was in the smaller of the two rooms. I didn't want to seem selfish. I don't think it makes much sense the rooms are different sizes, but I suppose I can't exactly change that.

How long is he going to take? It's pretty late.

I go on my phone, entering my messages app. I click on my father's contact. My adoptive father's at least. George Washington. He is a great father, and that isn't an opinion. It's a fact.

"Hey, dad. My roommate for my dorm is really late. I'm getting kind of anxious. What if I don't have a roommate? It'll be harder to make friends. - A. Ham"

"Please stop adding your name at the end of every text. And it's fine, I'm sure they're gonna come soon. I'm kind of busy right now, so if you need anything else, text your mom."

"Okay, love you. - A. Ham"
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I sat patiently on the bed, staring at the wall. I do that when I'm bored. I would write, but I currently don't have any paper. I hate writing digitally. Autocorrect will be the death of me, I swear.

It's been two hours since everyone should've gotten to their dorms. Dammit. Did I not get anybody? That really sucks.

I sigh, taking my hair out, relieving my headache. Keeping my hair in a ponytail gives me a headache, but it's presentable, so I deal with it. I've dealt with worse.

Should I take my shirt off? It's so much more comfortable, but what if I do have a roommate, and the first thing they see is a shirtless man?

I stare at the door, although I wouldn't be able to tell if anyone got in from there. Is it really that big of a risk? I'm overthinking it, aren't I?

My roommate would also be a man, he would understand. I take my shirt off, tossing it to the side. I slide off my socks, throwing them along with my shirt.

I look at my pants, contemplating whether to take them off as well. This is not my home, so I shouldn't, but... nobody else is here, right?

Hm... Nah. Too much of a risk. I just really wanna meet who I'm going to be sharing my dorm with. I hope I have someone. It's a strategy to gain more friends. Quite simple.

I lay on my bed, the pillow making my headache completely disappear. I sigh of pleasure, smiling. I stretch for a moment before opening my eyes and looking at the ceiling.

I start to fidget with my fingers out of boredom, nibbling on my lip. Maybe my roommate got lost?

It is possible. It's not exactly a small college.

I'm gonna fall asleep. Who cares at this point? I shut my eyes, letting sleep soon take me.

|Laurens|

"Dude, what the fuck?" I look down at the paper which tells me my schedule and dorm number.

Do they expect me to read this? It's almost completely faded. What am I supposed to do?!

"Hey, Herc. Can you read this?" I hand Hercules my schedule and he squints his eyes, attempting to read it.

He shakes his head. "Yeah, I have no idea what that says. Shouldn't your key have the number on it? Mine does." He points at my key.

I look at it, seeing that the number was faded there as well. "Lucky me. This could literally be any dorm ever! Ugh, so not fair."

Lafayette suddenly appeared between the two of us, leaning on Herc. He looks at him, smiling. "My room is..." He looks at his key before taking Hercules' key. He chuckles. "...two rooms away from you, Herc. N'est-ce pas incroyable?"

Hercules rolls his eyes. "Yeah. But John is having trouble with his room number. Can you read it somehow?"

"Sure I can." He take my schedule and key. "Not. Même un aveugle ne pouvait pas lire ceci."

"Blind people can't even read at all, Laf." I furrow my eyebrows, confused. He glared at me.

"Don't get me mad, merdeux. C'mon, Herc." He turns away, pulling Hercules by the arm. He looks back at me.

"Shouldn't we help John?" He asked, pulling back on Lafayette.

He groaned, making Hercules continue walking. "He can follow us, maybe his room is near ours. How else are we gonna help?"

I shrug, starting to walk with them. "Yeah, you're right. It's just... who could be that- hot damn..." I stop moving, staring at someone.

Hercules and Lafayette look at where I'm looking as well, jaws dropping.

The Schuyler sisters. All got into the same college, and definitely the prettiest (richest) people- sorry, women, in the entire campus. I turn to Lafayette. "I want the one in yellow."

He looked back at me. "Peggy? Go ahead. Je n'en veux pas."

Hercules looks at him. "What? How? They are richer than whoever founded this college! Are you insane?"

Lafayette nudged him. "I ain't no gold digger... Well, actually..." He thinks for a moment. "I can't really say that. But, still. I don't see the appeal."

I look at him with eyes that ask, "Are you insane?!"

I struggle to find words. "What... What?! Did you get hit in the head?" I knock on his head.

He laughs, making Peggy, the one closest to us look. So pretty....

Lafayette pushed my hand away, and since my knees were weak, I fell over. My head hit the ground really hard, making all the sisters and others around look.

Lafayette holds back a laugh, covering his mouth while Hercules quickly kneels down beside me, asking if I was okay.

I almost immediately sit up, feeling completely fine. A little too fine. I slowly nod my head.

"You... don't feel any pain? Your head hit the ground, like, extremely hard." Hercules asked, seeming surprised.

I look around for a moment, at nothing particular. "Yeah, no. I feel absolutely fine." I stand up.

Shit! I look towards Peggy and she is laughing. Embarrassing, but I made her smile. I caught her attention. I barely even had to try.

I flash a charming smile at her and she gives me a look before turning to her sisters. They start to walk again.

I look at them, blinking. Was it a good look? I hear Lafayette laugh and I turn to him. He uncovers his mouth. "Bien joué, visage plat!"

"Shut the fuck up. Can we just... go find my dorm?" I suggest, looking at the ground.

Author: Hello there! I do not make very long chapters, since I'm not great at descriptions, so I'm very sorry! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Just stay tuned! :)