~Breathe~

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You don't deserve to be ducked with unless you're a fucking asshole and expect 200 dollars every time you pass go.

Alexandra Roselyn Hamilton was not an asshole truly deep down inside. On the surface she could be seen as a bit of an asshole but at the end of the day she didn't deserve to be fucked with. Not by Thomas Jefferson. Not by James Reynolds. Not by anyone.

Alexandra or Alex as her friends would call her if she had any was a bit of a loner. She worked in this hippie grunge hipster coffee shop which was truly a good fit for her. It had all her addictions there. Coffee, cigarettes, edgy music oh and of course weed.

She got the job as soon as she came it. She fit the profile. Asshole, grunge clothing, smelt like weed. Fit right in with the vibe of the cafe. It was kinda funny she got right in yet she had no one. The irony was real in this situation.

On a regular normal horrible shitty day she was outside on a smoke break having a concoction of what she liked to call ciggaweed. She would open up cigarettes and mix some ground up weed into there and seal it back up. Took the edge off the reality that existed in life. She was about to light it when she reached into her pocket and didn't feel her lighter. She let out a small grumble and a "..fuck.." as she looked around the alley as if she dropped it. To no avail. She heard steps in the alley, not even bothering to look up "I'm not your drug deal buddy- this alley is a dead end. Keep walking." She scoffed and blew a strand of tangled hair out of her face. That's when she heard his voice. Not deep as shit but not a prepubescent squirt. Just that write inbetween leaning towards deep. It had a southern ring to it but not the annoying kind she was used to hearing. The man laughed and lit her cigarette " I'm not looking for trouble unless that means you~ just thought I'd light your cigarette for you." She looked up at him. Tall. Masculine build. Curly long hair pulled back into a ponytail and this stunning green eyes framed with freckles. Freckles everywhere and he had this sweet black leather jacket on that ha a patch that she didn't recognize on it. Alex has a sly smile on her not thin but definitely not plump lips. He wasn't too bad looking and he definitely seemed like that guy she was into. Aka emotionally unavailable. Maybe....just maybe today won't be that horrible...

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Hi! It's your friendly neighborhood writer here. I had some inspiration and an itch to write so I decided I would bust this out. It's not very long but I'm slightly proud. I'll trying to update this but if you have any ideas for be afraid to comment. I'll respond too!