Hamilton x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Marquis de Lafayette x Reader - Meet Me in the Library

Summary: Being a popular girl can not be a good thing sometimes.
Triggers: Hoo boy. Cussing. Kissing. Roasting. Buckle up.
Time period: Present
Note: HAHAHA this fic is like 2000 words take that, two month thing p2. Thank you so much for this idea, GravityWillFall01 ! This was the b e s t yes my children I'm working on continuity errors

Everyone wanted to be you.
You were one of the popular girls. Loved by everyone, no one would try to protest or get against you.

Yes, it was fun, but challenging.
As you got out of the car with the fellow members of your clique; Heather, Naveah, and Beverly. Trailing behind the three who were chatting about god-knows-what, you looked around the school. There were so many different people with different li--

" (Y/N)! What are you doing? " Heather exclaims, tugging you ahead to be next to be in pace with them. " Uh, thinking? " you say, raising an eyebrow while looking down at the shorter girl. Naveah speaks up, " Well let's not think for now. Using your brain hurts! "

You chuckled, Heather once more talking, " Shut up. We're trashing girls. Look, at her! I think she wears those jeans everyday! "

The girl cowered, looking fearfully at the three of you. She was wearing mustard yellow jeans with a lighter yellow shirt representing the Los Angeles Lakers, and had her short, curly brown hair up in a bun.

She darted off, and you couldn't help but have sympathy cascade in you. " Don't you think that was a little mean? Besides, the outfit was cute, " you muse.

" Doesn't matter if it's mean. It's the truth. It wasn't cute, anyway, " Beverly sneered, looking in the general direction of where she ran. " I dress like that, " you say, the three gasping.

" No you don't! You dress much better. Otherwise, we wouldn't be friends, " Heather hummed. Walking into your school, the crowd fawned and made a path for you.

You smiled at some people, and they gasped and screamed. Chuckling, you shove your hands into your pockets and admire.

Being popular was what you've always been. Never a victim of bullying. For many long years you'd been envied. Topped with beauty and brains, you were everything they wanted. Boys and girls wanted you. Girls and boys wanted to be you.

Scanning the crowds, you felt the breath in your lungs quickly escape. One of the most beautiful men was laughing with his friends in a corner. Curly, brown hair pulled back into a tight bun. Chocolate milky brown eyes glistening with amusement. Nicely trimmed stubble.

You felt someone tug your arm. You look to see Heather, sighing, " Why would you stop, come on! " He'd taken note of you stopping and staring and looked at you. Your cheeks lit up, and you looked away, quickly strolling away.

At lunchtime, you were peering over the crowds for him while walking with the girls to the normal table. You were unable to find him. Sitting down, you poked and prodded at your food. " (Y/N), you seem really out of it today. Are you okay? " Naveah asked, looking at you concerned.

" Uh, yes, just, uh.. no sleep, " you lie, smiling. You were really just distracted to find this mysterious man.

" Alright, well just be sure to sleep tonight. Today has been too off, " Heather says, biting into an apple. You slowly nod, looking around.