The Virgin Games [Jamilton][COMPLETE]

Day 3

Dear Diary,
Day 3,

I'm still virgin. I developed a cold. It's 4:22 AM. and I'm tired, so good night.

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I slapped my alarm clock. 

"82 left! We can do this!"

John has been gone for about a week. He left when I yelled at him and hasn't returned... I feel bad...

Oh god... what if he!... no... that's not like him. If anyone were to kill them self, it should be me. I am an asshole. I deserve to die. No one else. 

I am the reason Hercules and Lafayette almost died. I almost killed them. 

"It wasn't you you know... stop beating yourself up about it..."

I whipped my head around to see who was there.

It was Lafayette. He was leaning on my door frame. How did he... I swear, he can read minds. "I don't know what your talking about..." I said glaring at him. "Alex... Mon ami... You are so easy to figure out... I know you blame yourself, but we weren't going to leave you there."

"Y o u s h o u l d h a v e . . ."

I looked away, but I knew he was still looking at me. I could feel his gaze burning into my skull. "I know how you think, Alex... You think everything bad that happens is because of you... Well, it's not. You don't have to get so worked up about a simple mistake... E v e r y o n e makes mistakes..." he spoke as if he was prepared to say this. "I've had more than my share," I said. I looked up at him. I could see the hurt in his eyes. I was pretty good at recognizing pain...

I saw it everyday in the mirror. 

He began to walk towards me. Before I could think, he was... hugging me...? This was new. I didn't know what to do. So I just went with it. I allowed the hug, but I let my guard down. Lafayette picked me up. Suddenly we were walking down the hall of my apartment to his "Room".

Him and Herc shared an apartment. When I realized that John might be there, I panicked. I began to squirm. Laf dropped me, as if he didn't expect me to resist. I ran back to my apartment, this time making sure the door was locked. I dropped on my bed, and exhaled deeply. When I looked at my clock I realized what time it was.

"oH SHIT!"

As quickly as possible, I packed up my bag for school, and sprinted out the door.

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Thomas

"I don't care just give it to me!"

"Fine...Here... Don't come crying to me when you're disappointed."

"I won't! Thank you!"

I can't believe I just did that. I just got his number. Alexander fucking Hamilton's number... Now what...? Should I call him or... I don't even know why I wanted it. I just did... 

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I sat there... staring at it. What was I afraid of? It's only Hamilton's number... nothing special... I looked at the clock. 2:04am... 

I laid down, and turned my light off. Let's just say, I didn't sleep well...

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Heyyyyyyyyyy... so... I'm back? This was mostly improve... I am out of ideas... help...

548 words.

~T.Jeffs