A/N: warning, this chapter contains throw-up. IDK if I should warn about this but my cousin is scared of throw-up so beware I guess lol

-Angie

Alexander Hamilton. Quite the name. I scroll through his Instagram trying to get a good idea of my next victim. Before you ask, no, I'm not a murderer but something like it I guess. People pay me to break their ex's heart. It's a pretty brutal job but it pays the bills especially for all those stupid phone bills my parents make me pay.

This time Thomas Jefferson, someone who I don't particularly like but is stupid rich, is paying me to break the notorious player, Alexander Hamilton's heart. He has legit dated everyone but me, up until now. Thomas should have known that Alex was gonna break his heart he's done it to everyone else.

Alex is currently dating Eliza again, judging from his bio, but it shouldn't be that hard to make him cheat. The only problem is A) Eliza's ridiculously overprotective sister, Angelica that would break my neck without a second thought and B) making a player fall in love with me. Here's the plan. Step 1: Make him fall. Step 2: Break his heart. Fairly simple. Only rule: don't fall in love. Now, that's the hard part.

Well, Time to slide into his DMs. Get ready to cringe.

John_loves_turtles: hey, heard u and thomas are over.

A.ham: ya

Ohhh, playing hard to get I see. But not mentioning Eliza. That's a good sign. Time to step it up a notch.

John_loves_turtles: u going 2 herc's party this weekend?

A.ham: ya

Does he ever respond with anything else?

John_loves_turtles: c u there ;)

A.ham: (read 11:13pm)

I don't think he has emotions, this is going to impossible.

~Friday Night~

Parties. Not normally my kinda thing but tonight's an exception. Hercules' lawn is covered in red solo cups and loud music vibrates through the soles of my worn out converse. Brightly colored lights flash from the windows as bodies move past them. I'm honestly surprised that the neighbors haven't called the police yet. I park my motorcycle by the curb in case I need to make a quick escape.

I enter the house and immediately a red solo cup is shoved in my face. "Drink up..." Hercules scrutinizes me, "John?" He shrugs and mumbles, "I must be really drunk," as he walks away. Like I said parties, not my shindig. I search the swaying bodies for a familiar face when I spot Lafayette among the crowd.

"Yo, Laf!" I shout above the overbearing music. He's making out with some random girl even though he's dating Hercules. He turns around at the mention of his name and mumbles something in French to the girl who storms away.

"What do you want John?" he asks coldly as he lights up a cigarette and takes a drag. "You scared away my date."

"First of all you made her stomp off and aren't you dating Hercules?" I ask.

He shrugs with a careless look around the room. "Did he see?" he questions back.

"No, but-" I begin.

"Don't lecture me about love, Monsieur I-hook-up-with-people-for-a-living," he interrupts.

"Whatever," I sigh.

"Is that all you wanted? To be a mom once again?" Lafayette sasses.

I was about to correct him but stop myself, knowing it's hopeless to argue with Laf. "Actually, I wanted to know if you've seen Alexander."

"Hamilton? I've seen him around." He gestures down a dark hall. "What do you want with him?"

"Business," I answer vaguely.

"Ah, I see the player is about to get played," Lafayette smirks.

"We'll see," I respond as I head back into the crowd toward the hall. I stop in the kitchen though pouring some mystery punch into my cup. Getting myself drunk is the best way to flirt un-awkwardly. And if there's one thing I'm certain about is that punch at parties is always filled with alcohol.

"Ah, John Laurens. Surprise seeing you here," A familiar voice greets from behind. I glance around to see who it is. Alexander stands behind me, leaning casually on the counter. By the way intelligence sparkles in his eyes I know he isn't completely wasted. I turn back around to the punch bowl, filling my cup up all the way and downing it. It's go time.

"Don't know why it's such a surprise. I told you I was coming," I say back with confidence I don't have. I turn back around. He wears dark jeans and his letterman jacket with a tight black shirt beneath, showing off his muscles. No, John, remember the rule. No falling in love.

"I thought you were lying or pulling some prank. Normally, you're off trespassing somewhere or doing graffiti. Something with no people involved," he explains.

He's not wrong. I am somewhat of an adrenaline junkie with the motorcycle and all. "I heard you'd be here. And since you're done with that boy toy, Thomas..." I trail off suggestively.

"So that winky face did mean something." He smirks at me, looking over my body.

"Do you want to blow this place? Like you said isn't exactly my scene," I suggest.

"Sure, it's a pretty lame party anyways," he says with a shrug.

He climbs onto my motorcycle and I hand him a bright pink helmet. "Are you serious?" He glares at me with an unamused look on his face.

"It's all I have. Normally, I only have my little sister or Peggy on here." Ugh, now I've ruined it. He knows I'm lame and not the dangerous bad boy that he anticipated-

"You better be glad I'm doing this for you, Laurens," he growls as he places the helmet on his head.

    "You look cute," I taunt as I slip my helmet on too.

    "Wait, why can't I wear your helmet and you wear this stupid-" Before he can finish that thought though, I drive off away from the house and he has no choice but to close that mouth of his unless he wants a mouthful of bugs. I feel his arms snake around my waist and heat rises in my cheeks. No, no, no I am not falling. I have to remind myself that the only reason he's doing that is because he doesn't want to fall off.

    We arrive at my favorite abandoned building. Weird, I know, most people don't have favorite abandoned buildings. "What is this place?" Alex asks, getting off my motorcycle or as he called it 'death trap'.

    "It's this old factory for some crappy off-brand soda," I explain. "I found it one day while just exploring-"

    "You mean trespassing," he interrupts.

    "It's not-" I try to say.

    "It does say that it's private property, John." Shoot, I forgot this kid is on the honor roll. "It doesn't take a genius to read."

    "What? You chicken?" I tease. He answers by tossing me his helmet and climbing the fence.

    "You coming, Laurens?" he asks with a smirk on his face. I roll my eyes and climb over the fence also. By the time I get over though he's already in the building.

    "Alex, wait," I say, knowing that some of the floorboards could possibly fall beneath his feet if he takes the wrong step. When I arrive beside him though, he's staring at the factory in amazement. The old metal walls are chipping with purple paint. All the windows are now broken and the sun shines through them. It's almost sunset and the purple and orange compliment each other nicely. Old soda cans are scattered across the black and white checkered floor.

    "I didn't take you for a person who likes sunsets," I say, nudging him.

    "Shut up," he responds, "Race you to the top."

    The building only has one floor but it's ridiculously tall. The reason this building is my favorite is that it has roof access (that doesn't cave in under your feet). Two staircases lead to the top but I happen to know where a secret elevator is. The only problem, I've never tried it before and it could, most likely, break. That's two problems but whatever you get the idea. You know what, screw safety. You only get to ride potentially lethal elevators once.

Alex makes a break for the left staircase and without a second glance, I sprint towards the elevator. I mash the buttons, silently praying that it will/won't work at the same time. The red button dully lights up and the doors jaggedly open. I get in and the doors shut behind me. The first couple of seconds are smooth riding but as soon as it arrives at the top the doors won't open. I bang my fist against the door and the whole elevator begins shaking. Well, this is how I die.

Elevator music suddenly blasts from the speakers and the doors open. I jumped out of that death trap before it falls all the way back to the first floor. The music is cut off with a deafening crash.

"Are you insane?" Alexander asks, staring at me in absolute shock.

"A little," I reply with a shaky smile as I dust myself off and stand up.

"You could have died."

"That's the price I'm willing to pay to win a petty race," I respond.

He rolls his eyes and slaps my butt while walking past me. Blood rushes into my cheeks. Nope! No, I am not blushing. It's just not happening.

I compose myself and turn around to find him sitting with his legs dangling over the edge of the building. C'mon, John. Think sexy, I have to make him fall hard. I've done this a thousand times, why is it so freaking hard with him?

"Why'd you do that, Laurens?" he asks, his voice taking on a serious tone.

"Do what?" I walk over to where he sits and sit next to him.

"Go in that elevator," he answers, glancing over at me.

I can't look him in the eyes so I look out at the sunset. It was stunning. Warm colors melting into cool colors. Pinks and oranges dissolving into one another. Stars beginning to dot the blue parts. "I don't know. I just want to live sometime. Like really live, you know?"

He shakes his head. "I want to feel the blood rushing in my veins. I live for that adrenaline rush. Life's just so boring sometimes it feels like I'm just surviving. I want to live."

"Aren't there safer options than, I don't know, jumping in doomed elevators?"

I chuckle. "I guess," I respond blowing a piece of hair out of my face.

"Like roller coasters," he suggests.

"But then there's no danger. It's just not the same," I try to explain. I stand up and walk along the edge of the roof.

"You really are reckless," he states, watching me totter along the edge.

"I prefer fun," I correct. I begin to lose my balance but Alex steadies me by grabbing my hand. "Thanks."

He responds with a shrug and sits down, bringing me with him since he still has a hold of my hand. I offer him one of those cheap expired sodas that infest this entire building but he politely declines. Instead, he fishes a flask out of his pocket and takes a swig from it. My soda opens with a fizzle and the familiar taste of flat fruit soda fills my mouth.

We sit like this for a long time. Hand in hand, just watching the sunset. Until I puke all over him. Ops. Not exactly a turn on. Guess that punch was drugged or whatever.

"I'm so sorry," I say, just staring at my puke in shock.

He just sighs and flings off his letterman jacket. "It's alright."

"I'll, um, take you home," I stutter awkwardly.

"Yeah, that's probably best." On the way to his house, I wear the pink helmet. He's already been through a lot tonight.

Before he gets off my bike I say, "Did you, uh, maybe wanna come over tonight? After you, um, clean my throw-up off?"

He cracks a smile. "Sure, Laurens. I'll call you in a bit. Just try to keep it in next time."

I blush and ride off before furthermore damage can be done. I don't know how but somehow puking all over him kind of created a bond. This might actually work out.

Tonight's gonna be fun...