Hamilton College AU

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     To be pretty fucking honest, Alexander Hamilton was the hottest guy at Columbia University.
     At least, that's what John Laurens thought.
     He wouldn't shut up about Alexander, and as a result, Lafayette was repeatedly squishing his face into a pillow.
       Hercules just stared out the window, every once in a while taking a sip of his coffee. Dark like him.
      "C'mon, Laf, you have to admit he's-"
       The door swung open.
        Or slammed open.
         It revealed a very angry, very soaked Eliza Schuyler. 
         Her hair hung down past her shoulders, wet and lanky. Her clothes were soaked through, a light green tank top-that was seethrough, unfortunately-white shorts, and sandals.
      "Where. Is. Alexander." Eliza demanded. The three boys looked at each other, none of them wanting to be the one to make up an excuse. Eliza was normally pretty nice, but she had this burning look in her eyes when she was angry, like she wanted to set fire to you.
      John opened his mouth. "He's...fishing?" He said, his voice going an octave higher than normal.
      Eliza, narrowing her eyes at John, stepped in inside. Not breaking eye contact, she took her phone out of her pocket and threw it on the coffee table, making Hercules jump.
       John fell down onto his knees and started blathering. "Look, Eliza, you're his girlfriend, I'm his boyfriend, we both don't know where he is, he's probably at the library. I mean Minnesota! I mean Oklahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plains. I mean Broadway! I mean the couch! I mean-"
        Hercules and Lafayette just stared at John. Eliza somehow narrowed her eyes even further than before, and crossed her arms.
       Eliza stepped closer to John. "I had to walk ten miles in the pouring rain, making my phone die, and my feet probably get carpal tunnel."
        "That's not how you-" Hercules started to say, but then his phone rang.
        "Oh shit," he said, looking at the Caller ID and glancing at Eliza.
         He pressed the speaker phone button and said, "Hello?"
         "Hercules Mulligan. Where the fuck is my sister, dude? I've tried to call her eight million times and she STILL hasn't fucking picked up! Shit, I bet she's hooking up with that boyfriend of hers-"
         Eliza's face flushed. "SHUT UP, PEGGY!" she yelled.
        Silence. Then, "ELIZA! WHY DO YOU NEVER ANSWER MY CALLS? YOU'RE ALWAYS FUCKING ALEXANDER AND I KNOW IT'S PROBABLY RUDE TO HAVE YOUR PHONE OUT DURING SEX-I MEAN, IT IS RUDE-NOT THAT I'VE-YOU KNOW-"
        "We can't even find Alexander!" Eliza said, throwing her hands up in the air.
       Lafayette coughed awkwardly. "I'll...be going then," he said, and left.
       "Nerd," Hercules mumbled. Eliza and John shared a knowing glance.
         "Wait, what?" Peggy's voice startled the three back to reality. "What the fuck are you talking about? I thought I heard him last night-then again, I thought I heard Angelica too-but Angelica said she'd gone to slee-oh shit."
         Eliza grabbed her phone and John's arm, her face flooded with fury. "Come on," she said to John. "When I get my hands on them-oh, they are getting it..."
         John threw a pleading glance back at Hercules. Help, his eyes said.
         Hercules's eyes twinkled. This is gonna be fun, they said.