Not Throwing Away My One-Shot (Hamilton One-Shot Book) {REQUESTS: OPEN}

~Thaurens~

💜Shoulder To Cry On💙

If there were any better examples of a bitter love triangles, aside from the one I am apart of, I would like to hear it. Because, the one between me- Thomas Jefferson (hi), John Laurens, and Alexander Hamilton, is confusing as all hell. Because, my ex-best-friend and I, were in love with the same man... (Take note of how I am saying 'were', instead of 'are'. More on that later).

But, not just any man. No, of course not. It was the man of any person, with eyes', dreams- Alexander Hamilton. Honestly, if you were to ask anybody who knew of him, excluding a select few, they'd probably be able to write a whole fifty-one essays (or perhaps even more, if they had the willpower to), on how much they are obsessively in love with him. And, that's how I used to be.

Because, now, I have gotten over my infatuation with the notorious man who stole my heart, and then shattered it in his grip. Though, that didn't stop my tainted friendship with a former dear friend of mine, John Laurens, from being ruined forever. They should rename Alexander from 'The Tomcat' to the 'Friendship Ruiner' (it's still a work-in-progress title, bear with me here). 

But, back to me here, as I said, I've gotten over Alex and my unrequited feelings towards him. Though, it wasn't because he broke my weak heart, no... Actually, I started to feel emotions towards someone else. And, if you haven't figured it out yet... It's John Laurens.

That's where the confusing, bitter love triangle comes into play, here. See, as I said, mine and John's friendship was destroyed over our mutual affections for Alex. Right? And John, being his naïve self, is still obsessing over this guy. And, Alexander, is still an asshole, and not noticing any of John's signs. But, you see, since I have fallen out of my attractions for Alexander Hamilton, and I've started to realize how much John actually meant to me (as something other than just an infatuation), that's where the love triangle changes. I'm after John, but he's lusting for Alexander, who's not interested in him at all (damn, that was a lot)... All of that, brings us to right now. The present...

I've finally got the balls to forget about men who toy with my emotions. Forget Alexander. Forget John. And, just, move on with my life. Like, for real. I'm literally still in High School. I should be more focused on my studies, the clubs I participate in, and all that jazz, rather than boys...

Strutting through the halls, as per usual, I waved to a few peers, teachers, coaches, etc. who acknowledged me. It wasn't anything different from my usual routine. Except, this time, I accidentally strayed off course, when I heard crying coming from the boy's locker room. Glancing around before I did anything, I peaked in to see if I was able to find the person who was sobbing. Not seeing anyone right off the bat, I knew I had to physically go into the locker room, if I wanted to find them. Which meant a higher likelihood of them noticing me, which would result in them either closing up or dragging me into comforting them (which I am not good at all, by the way! I once panicked and accidentally called a crying girl that she looked like a horse; don't ask me how that ended up slipping up. Everything else about that moment I don't remember much, except for that I was bitch-slapped so hard across the face that day).

Eventually, I manned up, and actually walked into the locker room. I followed the crying sounds, in order to locate them. Then, I spotted the back of someone, with his head against the far wall. I cautiously approached him, tapping gently on his shoulder. The crying boy jumped, spinning around to stare wide-eyed at me. I recognized that face immediately. 

"John?" I rose an eyebrow at his state, backing up a little. Honestly, this was shocking to me. John quickly turned back around, frantically wiping his teary, emerald green eyes.