Alexander Hamilton shielded his eyes from the sun, and looked up at the college he was now attending. The college read, in big bolded letters, "King's College." This was his mother's dream, and now he was fulfilling it. Alex smiled to himself, but he was actually helplessly lost. He hurried and grabbed his bags, pushing through the big groups of people.

His eye caught on someone he could of sworn was familiar. The person was reading a book, not giving a care on who he was running into. Suddenly, it clicked, and Alexander shuffled up and tapped the person on the shoulder.

The man looked up from his book, stopped in his tracks, and gave an annoying grunt, "Yes?"

"Pardon me." Alexander looked down at his feet, "Are you Aaron Burr?"

The man turned back to his book, and continued to walk foward. Alex was shyly following him from the behind.

"That depends." The man paused, "Who's asking?"

"Oh,well, I have been looking for you." Alex muttered.

Aaron took his nose out of his book again, giving a shocked face, "I'm getting nervous."

Alex felt his ears go red, and spat, "I was actually looking for you to show me around. I know that you've been here for a year already. I've heard that you got a full scholarship here, and that you're an orphan. Then I said, 'Hey! I'm an orphan too!' So then I felt like we would somehow connect, and now I'm just rambling because I'm nervous."

Aaron tuned out the orphan halfway through his little speech, "Mhm." Aaron turned the Alexander, "Listen. Want me to offer you some nice advice?"

Alex nodded.

"Talk less, and try smiling more." Aaron suggested while walking across the grass in the campus, and with Alex following behind. Alexander didn't say anything, but shook his head.

Aaron carelessly pointed to one of the large building, "That's the West building. Majority of our classes are in there." He continued to walk some more, "Over there are the dormitories, and that's the South Building. That's the North Building."

He turned back to the orphan, "Got it?" Alex nodded, "I would suggest going to the dorms first. Some of the people here are hard to connect."

Alex smiled, "Thanks Burr."

"Call me Aaron."

"Bye Burr!"

Alexander walked into the dormitory and was shocked with the large amount of doors. He looked on each door for his number that the lady told him when he first arrived. After a long stroll of confusion, he found the dorm, and unlocked it.

He slowly opened the door with caution, "Hello?" The light in the dorm was on, but he couldn't see anybody inside. The room was rather untidy with a pair of boxers just thrown on one of the beds.

Glad I don't have that one.

Alex put his stuff down, and examined the room he would spend the next couple of years in. Across his bed was another bed with many Ireland flags. Alex was confused, but he didn't judge. The dorm also had a mini "kitchen" even though it was only a mini fridge and a small table. Alex opened the fridge, and was hit with a foul smell of something rotting.

"Ew."

The bathroom door suddenly slammed opened, and Alex whipped around. There revealed a buff guy who had a face mask and only had a towel on. After a few seconds of pure confusion, the buff guy grabbed some clothes from his drawer.

"I'm just gonna go change." He said backing back into the bathroom. Alexander laughed to himself, and started to unpack. A few minutes later, they guy came back out, "Sorry 'bout that. I'm Hercules Mulligan."

He stuck his hand, and Alex shook it, "Alexander Hamilton."

"You're a first year?" Hercules questioned.

"Yes."

"So where'd you come from?" Here asked, jumping onto his bed.

Alexander paused for a second, he didn't want to seem like such a loser, "The Caribbean. Nevis."

"Wow, must of cost a lot for your parents to send you here." Hercules said, and took out his phone to check a text.

"Actually, my parents didn't. The people of my town did."

"That's cool." Hercules voice trailed off, he was obviously ignoring Alex, "So Alex, I know we just met and all, but..."

"But?"

"Me and couple of my friends are going out tonight, and I would fell really bad I just left here all by yourself. Want to go out to the club?" Hercules grinned, and put his phone back in his jean pocket.

"Um, sure." Alexander said, in a tone of a question, "But I'm underaged." It was true, he had only been 19 when the people of his town shipped him out to America for a better life.

"Don't worry. I gotcha covered." Hercules comforted, but still left Alex with a bit of uneasiness. If the school caught them going out to a club, and drinking, he'd be kicked out in an instant. He had heard that the president of King's College, George Washington, doesn't mess around with students doing inappropriate behavior.

"Now hurry up and get ready." Hercules stated, and went back into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Alexander turned back to his suitcase, and took jeans and black shirt out. He hoped it would be appropriate enough. He had never gone clubbing before. Minutes later, Hercules and Alex left the dorm, and walked into the parking lot behind it. Hercules fumbled with his coat pocket trying to get his keys out.

It was very chilly out with fall just starting. Alexander felt like his fingers would fall off if Hercules didn't open the door. Finally, Herc got the door unlocked and slid over to unlock the passenger side.

"My friends will meet us there." Hercules said starting his old, rusty car. Alexander nodded in reply, but deep down was actually nervous. During the silent drive, Alexander frequently kept checking the time on his phone, afraid it'll get very late. His classes started in two days, but he still wanted to study.

It felt like hours before they pulled up to a rundown club called, "Maes's Fiery Shot." The club neon light sign was out so the only words illuminated were "My Shot". Alexander gulped before sulking out of the car. He was nervous. Very nervous. If he met his roommate's friends what would they think of him? Would they think he was failure like his father did?

Hercules locked his car, and pulled Alex by the arm to the front of the club. In front of the club was a big, buffy guy. Someone you would see in jail for being a drug dealer. His brown eyes reflected the cold stare of murder.

Alexander thought Hercules was a big guy, but compared the man to Herc, it was insane. Alex could feel himself shaking. He had never been so nervous before.

"ID?" The man grunted, putting his hand out. Hercules chuckled, making the man raise his eyebrow in speculation.

"Remember what happened in March 15th?" Hercules stated, coldy. He was like a whole different person.

"U-um. Nevermind." The man shuffled out of the way of the entrance, and he had broke out in a cold sweat. Hercules, still holding Alexanders's arm, pushed opened the entrance of the club. Alex was still confused on what happened back there.

The club inside was different than you would think it was based out on the outside. Many people were dancing underneath the neon strobe lights. You could just tell they were drunk. The bar was one of the nicest bars Alex had seen, well, based his tour books. Guess that's why they say never judge a book by its cover.

"Yo!" Hercules yelled, walking towards the bar. At the bar, was a brown,curly-head man with freckles, and a darker man with curly hair in a bun.

"Hey Herc." They greeted in unison, and one of them had a strong, thick French accent.

"Who's this?" The French man asked, pointing towards Alex.

"Uh, Alexander. He's a freshman." Herc put an arm around Alex, and Alexander awkwardly waved to the two guys.

"Nice to meet 'cha." The freckled man sticked out his hand, "John Laurens." Alexander smiled, and shook his hand.

"Une première année, hein?" The French guy questioned, eyeballing Alexander, "I'm Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette." He paused, "Everyone just calls me Lafayette."

Alex nodded and sticked out his hand, "Ravi de vous rencontrer." Lafayette smiled at him, and shook his hand.

Alexander could feel his nervousness settle down, and was more comfortable with the environment around him. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched by somebody.

Hercules snapped Alex out of his thoughts by commenting, "We should dance. We seem like sad, middle-aged fathers who were just dumped."

All of the guys nodded in response and stepped onto the dance floor. It felt like they have been dancing for forever. The guys all hooked up with somebody, but Alexander was left by himself.

He was suddenly tripped by some dancing couple, and was placed unbalanced launching backwards. The music was so loud that Alex could barely hear John yelling at him too look out. Alexander, unaware of who was behind him, slammed into another person, and made them flop to the ground.

"Shit! I'm sorry." Alexander apologized, and turned to help the person he made collapse to the ground.

"It's alright." A female voice replied.