The Story Of Tonight (( DISCONTINUED ))

1. "Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton."

Hello guys!

Here is the first official chapter of this book, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it!

I wrote this chapter on a plane, so sorry if my grammar is incorrect or I spelt something wrong, I'm so tired man 😂. If I get any of the translation wrong, so sorry, please tell me!

Anyways, enough talking from me, I hope you enjoy it!

Angie
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As I pulled up in front of the campus of Kings College, staring in awe and amazement, the uber driver pulled me out of my thoughts. "That'll be thirty dollars please." He turned towards me and waited for me to give him the money. I pulled out my wallet in my pocket and payed it to him. "Thanks sir for the ride!" He chuckled at this. "It's no problem kid, and, good luck man. I can tell you're going to do big things." He nodded towards me as I closed the door and walked into the gates of one of the most prestigious schools in all of America.

As soon as I walked in I could hear the reunion of others as the new year began, the new roommates being introduced to people and, of course, people like me, being shown around and helped to their destination. As I walked up to the desk for the new students and immigrants, someone ran into me. They looked over me and sneered. "Oh, it's just another fucking immigrant. Watch were you're going." I look up in the most despise I could put in a facial expression. I noticed the guy had huge poofy brown hair, like man, you could see that from really far away! "Excuse me, but who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what and what not to do? I'm not going to put up with your shit!" I screeched at him, I was not putting up with some fuckboy on the week before college starts. A crowd had formed, some looking in utter wonder and some in disbelief, that I was yelling at one of the most richest kids in the whole college. I did not know that at the time obviously.

He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and lifted me up. "Thomas is the name. Thomas Jefferson." I gawked at this. Oh shit, this isn't going to go well. "And well, my question is, who are you?" He let me down, and looked at me with the eyes that literally look like death is about to pull you in. "I'm Alexander. Alexander Hamilton." Now, everyone was staring at me in disbelief. "Wait, you- you're the kid who got the complete scholarship?" Thomas chuckled. "Is this a joke? Cause man, it sure got me!" I looked at him with pure distaste for him. "This isn't a joke. And now, could you kindly stay the fuck away from me?"

Before he could reply I walked away, and I could tell his eyes were staring straight at me, with despise, pity or hatred, I don't know, and I personally don't give a shit either. I looked at my pamphlet, I was to stay in dorm B and room 25. As I reached the door of my apartment you could say, I heard chuckling and laughter behind it. Was I at the wrong dorm? I knocked on the door and was answered with someone who looked exactly like Jefferson. "Aww fucking hell! Am I being put with Jefferson?! Does god hate me right now? What did I ever do?!" I was met with chuckling and giggling from inside the room.

"Non, I am not Jefferson, even though people say I do look like him. What happened with the fuckboy anyway?" I puffed and pouted my lips. "Well, first, he ran into me when I went to get help, called me a "fucking immigrant" then I asked who he was, he said Jefferson, I knew I was in big shit and now basically he hates my guts." I said in one go. The guy who opened the door, I presume he is French, just laughed some more. "He does that every year, come inside! I'm guessing you're my new dorm mate?" I nodded and walked inside, only carrying a backpack. "Is that all you have?!" He screeched at me. Two guys who were on the couch looked at me when the French guy said that. One of them, looked tall built and had a red bandana around his forehead. I could tell instantly that he may look tough on the inside, but he is a softie. And the person next to him, oh man, I couldn't describe him. His freckles were scattered on his face like an artwork, his curly hair pulled back into a ponytail. I continued daydreaming about him until my room mate coughed. "Uh yeah..." I looked down and did a slightly awkward shuffle. "Mon ami, we need to get you some stuff!" "YESS! I can get another dress!" The guy with the bandana commented. I looked over at him questionably and the French guy introduced them.