Ewo! I'm driving to Hamilton right now!!! So exciteddddd!!!
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Aaron's POV

After our student council meeting, I went down to the football field to enjoy the fresh air and see the team practice. "Good job guys!" I complimented as the football team shot a home run or something...I'm not the best with sports.

As I sat down on the bleachers, I looked back onto the football field staring at the boys tackling each other. I cringed, that must hurt. Hercules Mulligan, the quarterback I believe, sat out as the others continued practicing. I heard a sound from beneath the bleachers. It sounds like...like...a spray can? I cautiously sneaked to the place the sound came from. Just as I suspected, the girl with the F/C dyed hair holding a red colored spray can.

"You know, I may have to report you to the principal," I commented leaning into the wall. The girl turned around with an oddly relaxed face on. "Whatever," She said, "Mr. WashingMachine can't expel me. Even if he did, he'd have like, zero students." I crossed my arms and furrowed my eyebrows. "Don't make fun of Mr. Washington, Y/N..." I argued. She laughed. "You mad yet, Burr?" She smirked at me.

As she did, I got a closer look at the girl. Her H/L,
F/C hair covered most of her face and her golden nose ring shined in the sun. She had on a black top with matching leggings. I sighed, she wasn't like this a few years ago. Before she had H/C hair and not a single piercing on her body. She use to wear clipped earrings to school, but they were terrible quality. I laughed at the remembrance of the original, amazing, unique, beautiful Y/N there once was.

"Watcha laughing about nerd?" She snapped. I smiled, "You," her face roared with anger and the veins on her face showed, "Well...the old you." I finished. She calmed down a bit. "Yeah, old me was a stupid, optimistic girl. She sucked." Y/N said making a grossed out face.

Y/N's POV

Aaron lifted an eyebrow. To be honest...old me wasn't that bad. I-I kinda miss being...'normal'. "Y/N...you know you didn't have to change." Burr frowned. I scoffed, "Of course I had to! No one took me seriously!" I argued back. He had a questioning look on his face, like he was thinking about something.

"Well, do people take you seriously now?" He said. I stayed silent. That smartass. He grinned knowing he won our little argument. "Exactly." He said. I growled and gathered my spray cans and continued to spray paint the wall with words like 'You Suck' or 'Fuck You!' or even 'KYS!'. Aaron scanned my writings and sighed. "Don't do that Y/N, that's ruining private property," I laughed. "That's the point Einstein! And also to make people feel like shit." I smirked as he just continued to nag me.

"Will you shut up Burr?" I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Will you be yourself L/N?!" He yelled. I glared. "I am Burr! Why don't you understand that the girly little bitch is gone?!" I shot back. Now tears started running down my cheeks. Hurray! Emotions! "Because I loved that girl I used to know Y/N! I-I loved her..." He finally said. Whoa whoa whoa, little sir jerk likes me?! Me?! I laughed. "Me? Really Burr? What kinda drugs are you on now?" He put a hand through his almost bald head then sighed. "Fine. If you don't believe me I'll be off then," he said walking back to the football fields.

"Wait!" I yelled. My hand was clutched onto his sleeve. "I'm sorry! L-Listen t-the only reason I acted like this w-was because...was because...well, it doesn't matter why! I-I'll change back! I'll dye my hair H/C again! I'll lose the nose ring, anything! Just please Aaron!" I begged. He glanced at me. "I don't want you to change your appearance, although it might make you less...threatening," he coughed, "I want you to change your attitude. I want you to be you. Not some punky rebel girl on TV or books, the real Y/N. Once you do that...I'll think of you hat I'll do next." I tossed the spray cans in the trash and took off the emo makeup I had on. "I-I'll change. I p-promise," I finally said. Aaron smiled. "You better," he chuckled.

"Love you Jerk Face"