Hamilsquad Oneshots

Coffee (Jamilton)

... Based off Hamilton liking coffee? And also my ex who I hate.

Modern AU

Thomas POV cause I don't think I do that a lot

I started my shift that day at five in the morning which was not pleasant, key word being not. Once I got there, I received a notification that mentioned my ex, Martha. We dated like last year. She always had her hand on my thigh, even if I hated it, but is stayed silent about it because she was happy. But she never knew that. When we started dating I was bold, brave, fun. The hottest guy in school asked me to pick up his water battle and I just looked at him and said, "No."

And then we dated. I was crushing on her, and asked and she said yes, well she didn't really say yes she was like "What would you do if I held your hand right now?" And I was like "idk" And then she put her hand on my thigh in the middle of science class on Friday. Then Monday she was all "I wanna sit with my boyfriend."

We dated nine times. The order being two days, two months and three days, a week, four days, an hour, five hours, two weeks, 40 minutes, and a week. So together we've dated three months one week two days nine hours and 40 minutes. Every time, it seemed to get worse. She was a white girl saying the n-word cause she had black friends and a black boyfriend. Her reasons for breakup varied between losing interest, having stuff come up she didn't want me in, and wanting to date a "bad bitch" and me being soft.

We've fought a few times. She told me I was like my manipulative ex-bestie except he was hot. She would text me and I get full on panic attacks. She's cheated on me and won't admit it. She's broken my best friends heart at 2am. He had a panic attack. I held him close while he cried and shook. Martha is the worst thing that's happened to me. When people ask me the most embarrassing thing I did I respond with I dated her. That's what she means to me. I would gladly shove a rock in her eye.

I looked at the notification. She added me on Snapchat. I-... Who does she think she is? I get her out my life for a week and...? I want to stab her with a rock. I walked to my bosses office.

"Hey, can I maybe come in in a few hours? Something just came up and Clinton usually handles this early just fine, not a lot of people," I ask.

"Yeah, take care. Hope it gets better." My boss replies.

"Me too."

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I get to the gym in about ten minutes and set an alarm on my phone for when I need to leave so I can get back to work before Clinton leaves. I put on music for when I'm in a mood like this and go to a punching bag. I hit it until my knuckles have bled through the bandages and my phone alarm goes off.

I take a quick shower and head back to work, getting my knuckles bandaged before leaving my apartment. I keep a rock in my pocket, my hand around it firmly. A look around every few seconds, just to make sure she's not around.

I get back to the coffee shop around 8am, greeting the other worker and quickly going to take someone's order. I look around to see if I've already missed the cute short guy who comes here pretty often. I scan the room while finishing up the coffee. I hand it to the person who ordered it and make eye contact with cute-small-guy and blush a bit, but smile, just to see him blush back and go back to typing on his computer.

I felt my phone buzz and I froze. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I could do. I didn't have to look to know who it was because if it was anyone else I wouldn't have started shaking. I had a lunch break in about fifteen minutes so I could tell her every thing she's ever done wrong and remind her how much she ruined me then. She changed me. She almost raped me, she would put her hand on my ass then when I would walk away she would hug me and rub against my dick and then get mad when I didn't get hard and she'd walk away.