I didn't say yes. I did say that I'd think about it. Alexander Hamilton's my name, and I can confirm that I did get asked to the prom.
I won't lie. I have an interesting job. I'm twenty-one years old, and I get with people. Not only that, but I record it, and sell it. It's disgusting, I know. But once you get in the buisness, you can't back out. I'm at the gallows, my head hanging in the noose, and I'm just waiting for the platform under me to drop.
I always end up playing the bad guy.
The hardest part of transferring is the cafeteria. Imagine hundreds of teenagers yelling and running full speed. And the lack of deodorant. Let's just say I drink at the end of the day. Seriously, these kids need to learn there are consequences in life, and I'm no exception.
So he asked me to the prom, right.
I said it's too expensive, which is totally true, by the way. I told him, look, I'm just a transfer, I wouldn't feel comfortable with all your friends. It's true that you make friends, but it ends. You meet kids who are sensitive, smart, and defenceless. Those are the ones you remember; the ones like John Laurens. He wants to be intimate with me, and I sure as hell want to be intimate right back, but I can't. I'm stuck in this repulsive loop of consantly selling off my sex tapes and then running away before I find out about the damage I've done.
Seriously, these kids need to learn there are consequences in life, and I'm no exception. If I'm doing my job, and I'm doing it right, I'll be miles away by tomorrow night.
"What the heck I gotta do to be with you? Tell me who I gotta be for you to be with me." He sang. He serenaded.
I can't do this.
I'm going to do this.
"Are you with someone?"
"What?"
"Are you dating anyone sexually?"
"No, I'm not. But if that is what you need, I can be your supply."
"You would do that for me?"
"I can be your guy. Oh, yes!"
Seriously, these kids need to learn there are consequences in life, and I'm no exception.
"I'll get whatever you need!"
If I'm doing my job, and I'm doing it right, I'll be miles away by tomorrow night.
"Alexander, what the heck am I doing? I don't hang out with guys like you, but I can't say no to this."
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What the Heck I Gotta Do To Be with You? ~ Lams (Hamilton)
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