~ Hamilton Imagines & One-Shots for the Soul ~

College! Alexander (Modern) Part 3

[A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long! Imagine actually posting chapters on time ughhhh... Also, this chapter is crazy! I just started writing and characters started going insane. Anyway, this is the last part to this story. Can't say that I'm not going to showcase angry Maria in more stories, though. Sorry, not sorry.]

"I'm going to bash in his skull." Maria paces in my shared apartment. It is the day after we broke the news to her. I expected her to cry a little more and threaten a little less. But I can't say I blame her. 

Eliza rolls over on my couch. "You'll end up in jail and he isn't worth it." Eliza keeps her arm over her eyes while she responds.

She crashed at my place last night, entirely too drunk to go home. Her hangover in the morning was so bad she couldn't bring herself to move, let alone go to class. While tending to Eliza, I called Maria to check on her. She just happened to be in the area so she stopped by. My anti-social roommate was not pleased but she stopped complaining when she heard the pitiful story of our love lives. She left us to figure out our revenge a few minutes after Maria barged in.

I'm currently making them both lunch from the kitchen but I can still see the murderous glint in Maria's eye from the opposite side of the room. "He isn't worth jail but seeing him cry is." Maria cracks her knuckles and I flinch. If she did kill Alex, where would that leave me legally? Would I be considered an accessory to murder? Maybe even an accomplice?

"Instead of allowing him the sweet release of death, why don't we make him suffer through us confronting him?" I suggest, trying to keep the murders to a minimum. I wouldn't last in jail. I make too many bad decisions.

"You mean together? All of us?" Eliza mumbles, reaching for the hangover tonic I made her.

Rummaging through my fridge for cheese, I start thinking out loud. "What not? You both know how convincing Alex can be and we can't trust ourselves not to fall for whatever excuses he comes up with." I expect Maria to interject and when she doesn't, I look back at her. To my surprise, she is staring off into space with a sad, pensive frown. It's the first time I've seen her look vulnerable and it breaks my heart. She notices me looking after a beat and switches back to a snarl. Still, she can't hide that Alex still meant something to her.

I bring over the finished platter of sandwiches and sit down in the chair Maria is standing next to. "With all of us there, he won't be able to lie and flirt his way out of the situation if we all show up at the same time."

"I can agree to that as long as you two promise not to interfere when I break his legs." I assume (or hope) that Maria is joking. With our plan developed, the three of us pick a time to meet.

The following day, the three of us stand outside of Alex's apartment door. Eliza and I stare at Maria who has a baseball bat resting on her shoulder. "Maria, I think you should drop the weapon." Eliza suggests with an apprehensive tug on her blue scarf.

Maria rolls her eyes. "I'm not going to seriously hurt him. This is just for show. Or mild injury, if he makes me angry enough." She moves to open the door but I step in front of her.

"Maria, hand it over."

"But-"

"No." She must be able to tell that I'm serious because, despite her grumbling, she tosses it in my hands. 

"If he says or does one stupid thing, I'm taking the bat back. You can't stop me." I ignore the fact that she's right and grip the bat in my hand. I'm barely holding myself together and I certainly don't have the strength to stop her.

As time passed and I got closer to this moment, I realized just how painful this would be for me. Every time I was pretending with Alex that nothing was wrong, a part of me was convinced too. Now, I'm about to pull away the smokescreen and reveal the flaming dumpster fire that is my life. I don't know if I'm ready for that. I don't know if I'll ever be ready for that. "Maybe...maybe we should wait. Alex might not even be here or his friends might be over..." Eliza's anxiety mirrors my own internal thoughts. She dips her head deeper into her scarf and spins on her heel.