An Alexander Hamilton Love Story (Book 1)

Chapter 5~ Musing With Thy Self Is A Dangerous Game...

***HELLO SORRY THAT THIS IS A SHORT ONE. WARNINGS; Violence****

Y/N'S POV

After you had told the driver to go back and pick up Alexander, you staggered into your apartment. You could not believe yourself. You had wanted to kiss him. Kiss a man! Your brain was running so fast you couldn't catch up. You fell into your bed and hugged the pillow tightly. The thought scared you. How could you feel this way? Inside of you there were too many emotions boiling. Confusion, Excitement, Anger, Fear, Attraction. Your head was spinning and you didn't know whether to cry or scream. This was too much new, terrifying information.

You shot up out of bed and paced your floor. What can you do about this? You knew you could not tell anyone, they would call you crazy and outcast you. "Am I even sure Alexander is what I want? Maybe I am just too worn out, causing me these crazy thoughts." You mubled to yourself and stopped pacing. You needed alcohol.

Swiftly you threw back on your coat and grabbed some money. You stormed out of your apartment and thought of the closest bar near you.

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Y/N'S POV

You laughed loudly, stumbling out of your seat with the group of men surrounding you. " 'ew knew this chap was such a funny guy!" The man you had come to know as Burton shouted and clapped your back roughly. You giggled "Thank you f-for the compliment chum!" You all ascended into fits of laughter once more.

A lady passed you and you waved at her. "M-Miss! Heyy miss would you mind passing me another beeeerrrr?" She rolled her eyes and gave you a mug. You gulped a large portion down and laughed as she walked away. "Cheers!!"

A round of 'hoora's' blasted from your table. Your vision was muddled, the alcohol in your system making your brain moggy. You couldn't even remember the names of the other gentlemen at the table, besides Burton. 'Why am I here again??' You could't answer your own question. But you hardly cared. You felt alive and happy.

You signaled for another beer. Burton eyed you suspiciously. "Are ya sure you'll be able 'ta handle another pint?" You scoffed and waved your hands around sloppily. "A-Absolutely." To show your point you threw your head back. In the process of doing so, you tumbled off of your seat. The table roared in laughter. You giggled and staggered to your feet.

Sudden adrenaline was in you, and you wanted to do something. You cupped your hands over your mouth. "Hey! Who wants t-to go with me? Huh??" Everyone ignored you and Burton tried to get you to sit. "Oi, come on li'l tike. Don't go startin' fights." You smiled and shook your head. "No no im fine. Hey! Anyone!" The bartender walked over. "Hey, stop or else your getting thrown out." You frowned. "What? W-Wanna go?"

The bartender crossed his arms. "Seriously, stop sir." You grumbled and sat down resentfully. Just as you sat down, you heard a snort. You spun around. "Hey!" You spotted the guy and you both started at eachother. "Oi! Lil' tike!!" You ignored your table-mates calling and conected your fist to the other gentlemans jaw.

The next second you were on the floor, trying to block the punches of the other. You switched positions and started to pound the other. Your vision was now blurred with furious fists and spots of blood. "Alright! That's enough!!" You and your attacker were suddenly ripped apart. The bartender and Burton were holding you two apart.

"Out! Out now!" You struggled against them, but you were thrown into the streets nonetheless. Once outside, you didnt hesitate to continue the fight. But before you could get in one punch, the other man striked you with a right hook. You stopped and staggered, until finally falling to onto the cold street.

The cool cobblestone against your throbbing head chilled you. Black started to seep in, until finally you were out...