Aaron got a fever. He three up on his math test and had to go home. I was now walking from history to debate, which was across the school. Hamilton walked up to me.

"Well if it isn't little Peggy? The little bitch who killed my girlfriend." He said, then he grabbed me and dragged me to behind the school. He burst into tears.

"You shot Eliza! You fucking asshole should go to jail! You should die! Eliza shouldn't have died!" He screamed. I understood him perfectly. "But ya know what. I'm gonna make you pay. Met me here every day before school and I won't publish...this." he says, handing me a folder. He then pulls me to close tears stream from his eyes. "Of you tell anyone...your a gonner." I nod and we head off to debate.

Hamilton isn't a bad person. I repeat. Hamilton isn't a bad person. He just lost his girlfriend, and I happened to be the cause. He didn't deal with it properly, but he wasn't a bad person.

I failed debate. I made myself throw up so I could go home.

At home I may on my bed and questioned if I wanted to do anything, why I should do anything, and ended up laying there until someone knocked on my door.

"Come in." I grumbled. Lafayette entered.

"Peggy, je t'aime. Je veux toujours être là pour toi. Vous avez plus que jamais besoin de quelqu'un. Je sais que votre départ a beaucoup jeté et je suis prêt à vous porter si cela signifie que je peux être à vous et que vous pouvez être à moi." He said so fast it only took a few seconds to say. "He coughed. "I mean, are you ok?"

"Ya, I'm just tired. Night Laf." I lie and wave as he walks away. I hear him leave.

I fake sleep when Mrs Washington comes to tell me its dinner time, and listen as everyone less fall's asleep. I pull out my phone. Three unread messages.

Laf: Hey Peggy, if you need you can talk to me
Ham: remember to meet me or in publishing it
Aaron: good night Peggy. Also please say you like Laf.

I don't respond to any of them. I open up my Pinterest. Someone's PMed me.

Your ugly as fuck

They are correct. I'm so ugly. I stand to cut-then remember his Lafayette cried. I text him.

Me:Laf I'm gonna cut again!

Laf: Name five yellow things in your room

Me: what?

Laf: do it

Me: uh my pillow, my rug, my walls, my clothes, my backpack.

Laf: Name five hard thingss

Me: I'm my door, my floor? My desk, um my chair, my laptop and uhh my hair brush???

Laf: feel better?

Me: actually I do

Laf: good. bonne nuit chérie

Me: what does that mean?

Laf: you will know when the time is right Mon amour

Me: goodnight Lafayette

I sigh and close my eyes, falling asleep.