Chapter 2

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TW: Just like, depression thoughts

Note: Alex is wearing a hoodie thing, so yeah...

Also Maria is in the Hamilsquad™ if you didn't know..

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Alex's POV

I started running to the closest place where I can be alone, I kept running and running until I come across a coffee shop. I look around, no sight of anyone, I walk in, panting. The shop is fairly small, but has a very long line. The walls were decorated in a light brown, with little coffee cups as a pattern. The tiled floor was a white color.

Most of the people in the shop are in their mid-thirties, a large majority look tired, and/or exhausted, like me. I decide to wait in the line before it gets any longer. I start playing around with my hair, ugh it's to long. My hair is a little past my shoulders, unusually long for 2018. (Yas bitch we got that 2018 promo tho) It's a dark brown color. When I finally get to the front, I order a black coffee, out of the many, many, choices. In about two minutes the give me my coffee and I sit at a table.

I take a sip of my coffee and keep getting hair in my mouth. (This is for the plot, I don't know how this works, I don't have long hair at ALL.) I brush strands of hair away from my face. Can't I just cut this off? Seems easy enough. I keep thinking of stray thoughts while drinking my coffee. Will I know anyone back in Nevis? How will we get there? I did have a few friends, like, one or two, will they remember me? Can I actually cut my hair? There is a barbershop right by here.... Let's do it. I've been thinking of getting a haircut for a while anyways.

After my 'conversation' I finished my coffee and walked out of the, fairly decent, shop. And quickly made my way to the barbershop in case anyone (I know) is near. I get to the shop and look at the red, white, and blue stripes on the sign (note: I have never had a haircut because my hair is so short, and I have never been to a barbershop before either, sorry ;-;) I walked in and, surprisingly, there is no one, well duhhhhh, it's like, one o'clock in the afternoon on a Wednesday. I walk up to the counter (????????) and ask for a (insert haircut name because I don't fucking know) cut.

~TIMESKIP MOTHERFUCKA~

Once the barber finally finished, I looked in the mirror. Damn, I look decent now. I gave him my money (wish I had money) and walked out of the shop.

 (This is what his hair looks like,)^^^^^^^^^(MY LINNAMON ROLL)

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(This is what his hair looks like,)
^^^^^^^^^
(MY LINNAMON ROLL)

I decided to go to the dorms and finally face them, since I don't have anywhere else to go, I start speed walking to get to the college, laptop in my arms. (Lol I almost forgot that part existed) I put my hood over my head and start making my way (DOWNTOWN, WALKING FAST) to the college as quick as possible.

~Timeskip agaiiiiiiinnn~

Room 1804, finally. I hear mumbling from the inside of my dorm, I'm not throwing away my shot! Let's do this. I open the door, hood still over my head, laptop in my other hand. The Hamilsquad™ are just talking about strategies to catch me, of course.

Still they haven't noticed me yet, I quickly crouch behind the couch. (That rhymes) I put my laptop down next to me. I walk out from behind the couch and sit down on the carpet, in front of everyone. I have my hood over my head still.

"AHEM." I say promptly. "I'm here you know."

They start asking questions at the same time. Should I like, pull my hood of or something? This was a bad idea shit shit shit, they'll hate me now.

"Guys!" I yell. "I have somethings to show you." Here goes nothing. They get quiet as I slowly pull of my hood, and they look at me surprised. Oh god they hate me now. I shut my eyes as quickly as possible, and as tight as I can. Why am I like this? I open my eyes to see them staring at me wide eyed. Tears gather in my eyes as they look at me in disgust, horror, I can't tell.

"I'm sorry if you hate me now, but that's why I was acting all, spaced out, and stuff." I said, looking down at my lap. Nice save Alex! But you still just lost your friends... "Go ahead, tell me how awful I look." I hold back the tears and wait for their insults to be thrown at me,

But they never did.

"Mon ami, why would you think we would hate you for getting a haircut?" Lafayette asks.

"Because I look awful, and ugly, and stupid." I replied. I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as I look up to them, John walks over to me and crouches down to where he is face to face with me. I close my eyes, waiting to be slapped for making this stupid decision.

Instead he hugs me. Why would he do that? My cheeks turn into a tint of red. I start crying onto his shoulder. At this point I'm completely breaking down. I quickly get off of him.

"I'm so, so sorry." I apologized, and quickly ran into my room.

They're lying, they all hate you, stupid Alexander, thinking people like you.

I shut the door behind me and locked it, going back onto my bed. Great job Alex you made everything better! Note the sarcasm. Faint knocks are heard on the other side of my door, I ignore them and keep scolding myself.

They all pity you, bastard, orphan, they never loved you, you're idiotic, ugly, unworthy of anyone.

I slide down against the wall, and cover my ears. 'Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!' I thought. I put my hood over my head, silently crying to myself. There were no more knocks on the door, just silence. I open my door halfway to see John just standing there. I look up at him. No one else in the dorm.

"May I come in?" He asks. God John stop being so nice all the time. I nod slowly and let him in, closing the door behind him.

I sit down on my bed and he sits down next to me. He looks at me in the eyes before asking his question.

"Why would you think that?" He asks.

"What?"

"Why would you think you're awful, ugly and stupid?" He looks at me straight in the eyes.

"Because it's true..." I trail off, looking down at my lap.

"No it's not!" He says. Making me face forwards him. "You're an amazing, talented, and smart person, and anyone who thinks otherwise is crazy." I chuckle slightly at his last comment.

"Thank you." I said, and hugged him as tightly as possible.

He said all those nice things about me and stayed behind for me, he says I'm smart and talented.

But I know he's lying.
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Wohoooooooo! Second chapter done! In the same day with 1000+ words!

Thanks for reading!

               ~SolarS.

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