Sons of Liberty University | Hamilton College AU

Chapter 28 - Shitlist and Shitlist Jr.

Eliza

I don't know how I can put this into words without sounding like the whiniest bitch who ever lived, so I'm just gonna straight-up say it:

EVERY INCH OF MY BODY IS BURNING WITH AN UNHOLY FIRE.

See what I mean?

Anyway, we were working on our drills for Marching Band. Yes, I am in Marching Band. I play the Baritone, if you were wondering.

Don't get me wrong, I love my instrument, but sometimes I just wish I was allowed to change who was in my section.

Namely, this snarky-ass bitchbag named Casey.

Now, Casey is a very special type of bitchbag. Every time you try to help or correct her, even just a little, she will glare at you and make you feel like a horrible person. Therefore, she will forever be on my shitlist. That's her nickname, actually. Shitlist. Her little sister joined last year, and is named Shitlist Jr. because she is the exact same way.

I was heading from Band practice back to my dorm, wincing as I walked. A tendon in my ankle was burning.

I opened the door to find Angelica sprawled out on her bed with Alex next to her, cuddled up to her side.

I dropped my drill-chart in surprise. "A-Angie? What's happening here?"

Angie sat up, along with Alex. "Oh, this is James," she gushed, her arm around his shoulder. "He's my boyfriend."

James gave me a little wave. "Hey," he said in a rumbling voice.

"Oh, hi," I said. "I'm Eliza."

He gave me a thumbs-up, then put his arm around Angie's shoulder.

"Y'know, James," I said, then set down my bag. "You look oddly similar to our friend Alexander."

He sat bolt upright and looked at me with wide eyes. "He's here?! Where?!"

I furrowed my brow in confusion. "Um, in his room, most likely. Room 1776. Why?"

But he was already out the door.