Someone freaked out when I told them my book was at 4K and then it hit me that this is a book I am writing and there are 4,000 people who actually read it and hopefully enjoy it that's so cool

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P r e v i o u s l y:

I grab Maria as she passes me in her concentrated pacing yet again and pull her into my lap. "He left his phone at the bar last night in his rush to get home. It's at my dorm. Maria, you need to calm down," I press my lips to her forehead.

She didn't respond. My heart rate rises. Maria isn't responding and if she's dead I'm going to be the main suspect.

I pull away an examine her closely. Her eyes are closed, showing me that she has smeared eyeliner all over her eyelids, and her shoulders slump over.

You idiot, Aaron. She's sleeping.

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HAMILTON POV (sir he knows what to do in the trench):

(This is the first day of actual classes btw, my pov's and stuff are confusing but maybe after 20 chapters I'll go through and edit)

"Welcome to Introduction to Philosophy. I am your professor, who you will simply call professor. I am not going to tell you my name because names do not show anything about a person. Contrary to that opinion, we are going to go around today and everyone is going to say their name and their favourite class. Since this is Intro to Philosophy, you are all freshmen, and so we are going to start with simple questions," the professor stalks around the room as he talks, staring at each student with his curious and watchful green/grey eyes.

"You!" the professor spins and points to a blonde haired girl, looking as confused as Elle Woods on her first day at Harvard.

"Me?" her voice comes out with a crack, sounding like a nervous Harley Quinn.

"You. Your name is...?"

"Oh, um, my name is Tiana. My favourite class in high school was probably either calculus or art," she says, her confidence rising with every word.

"Alright. Thank you Tina, and nex-"

"It's pronounced Tiana. Like tea and Anna."

The professor turns to face her with a stare as cold as ice. "Did you just interrupt me?"

The poor girl's confident gaze drops to the carpeted floor.

"Never mind. You! State your name and why you chose this class," he says, placing emphasis on random words.

It soon registers in my mind that his finger is pointed straight at me. "Oh, and stand up! Just for the heck if it."

I stand up hesitantly.

"Good... Now, come up to the front please. You all are going to be doing impromptu speeches and we are going to criticize you based on your word choice and confidence. Go," the professor perches himself on the wooden desk, motioning to the podium.

As I shakily make my way to the platform, I watch as the rest of the class engages in small conversation. I wish I could be like them, making friends within two minutes of sitting next to one another.

We had walked into the classroom with seats already assigned. The desks had name plates on them, so it's not like he doesn't know our names. Social anxiety exists, hello Mr. Professor? Do you realize this?

"Um... Hi, I'm Alex. Well, my name is actually, uh, Hamilton. Well, no, it's Alexander. Alexander Hamilton, but, like, I go by Alex," my eyes dart down to the wood. "Um, I chose this class because, uh, I wasn't able to take the advanced Philosophy, um, class..."

The professor jumps up from his desk and walks towards me. "Are you confident, Alex, in what you just said? Do you believe in your answer?"

"Um, yes?" My response comes out as a question and I instantly despise the high-pitched voice crack.

"Well, you're very smart, I can tell because I have your high school records on my desk. You need to work on your confidence. Does anyone have any comments or questions for Alex here?"

"You said 'um' 'uh' and 'like' a total of seven times," a boy with hair flopping in his face states as he stands up. His seat is on the end of a row, and the girl next to him is dozing off.

"Thank you. Alex, again, you need to work on confidence and not using fillers. Anyone else? Questions?"

"Are you single?" a girl in the third row stands up and asks. She wears a blue shirt with a #imwithher button on the side.

"It's complicated," I respond, looking to the professor for his input.

Instead of speaking, he simply asks again, "anyone else?"

When no one raises their hand, he motions for me to go back to my seat. "See me after class," he said quietly in my ear.

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[After class (you guys probably got that but)]

Still Mr. Ham Ham 's POV:

"Listen, Alex, about what you said earlier..."

"Oh, yeah, no, I'm not dissing your intro class. I was just saying that I wasn't allowed into advanced... Sorry if I offended you in any way," I say, to clear up any confusion. The class files out of the room around me but I keep my eyes trained on the professor who's slightly taller than me.

"No, no, not that," he waves my explanation away with his hand. "'It's complicated', what did you mean by that?"

I stand for a second, in silence. Is he questioning my availability?

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This published early so sorry if y'all got two update notifications:)

Kind of a boring chapter but it's important soo deal with it:( after chapter 20 I'm gonna be editing all the chapters so that's gonna be fun

I'm so happy!!!:)

Xoxo, gossip girl