Shit.

I shriek, the taxi door slamming loudly behind me and skidding off as I walk through the gates of New York University, pulling my large yellow suitcase behind me.

"C'mon Pegs, you got this," I mumble to myself, pushing the heavy reception door open, avoiding the eyes of other students.

I slowly shuffle up to the front desk and wait patiently for the receptionist to finish typing.

I wonder what it's like here.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The cheerful voice of the receptionist interrupts my thoughts. I push down the handle of my suitcase calmly.

"I'm Margarita Schuyler, I'm transferring here today," I say and hand her my transfer slip.

She smiles at me. "And you're staying at a dorm correct?"

I nod and smile back. "That would be right,"

She returns her focus to the computer and types for a bit. She then swivels her chair around to the file cabinet behind her. "So are you excited for the classes here?" She asks, attempting to make some sort of small talk while she looks for whatever that may be.

I nod until I realise that she can't see me. "Yeah, I can't wait,"

She turns back to me, a key, map and a timetable in her hands.

"Here are all your things," she says, pushing all my stuff across the counter.

"Thanks," I grin slightly, taking the stuff into my hands.

"You're staying in the dorm," she pauses to look at the key label, "47 in Block 3,"

"Awesome." In an attempt to pull up my suitcase handle which I find just so happens to be JAMMED, I put my foot on top of it and pull harder.

The receptionist notices the strain on my face. "Are you okay?"

I nod. "Yeah, I'm fine." I mean I don't need the handle to wheel it around, right?

"Okay darl, enjoy your stay at NYU," she says as I walk away.

"You too, well, you know what I mean," I say and mentally facepalm.

I push the door open and step back out to the chilly Autumn air. I must look awkward with heaps of papers in my arms while pushing a suitcase in front of me with no handle.

"Hey, do you need some help?" I hear a voice call from behind me.

I turn around slowly and nod, sighing. "Yes, please,"

The figure walks quickly up to me. "Lemme guess, the handle's jammed,"

"Yep," I sit at a table near us and reorganise the things in my arms, leaving out my map on the table.

"I'm Charles, Charles Lee," he says.

I smile. "Nice to meet you, Charles,"

He presses down on the handle and wiggles it slowly until it slides up smoothly. "Well there you go," he says as his phone buzzes. He checks it and frowns. "I-I have to go,"

He starts running away. "Thank you!" I call and smile.

He turns around quickly and tips an imaginary hat. "You're welcome,"

A cool gust of air blows across my face, stinging and biting at my skin but yet I still smile. This should be fun.

I turn back to the table for my map and my smile drops.

"Fuck," I murmur and look under the table for my map. It must have blown away in the wind.

"Looking for something?" Someone asks.

I bang my head under the table. "Ouch." I duck and make my way up to the voice.

"Hi,"

"Hey,"

He cocks his head to the side. "Whatcha looking for?"

"Block 3, Room 47,"

"Well, that room isn't under the table," he says in a duh tone.

"Nahhhhh," I reply just as sarcastically.

He grins. "Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there are a million things I haven't done but just you wait, just-"

"Alright, alright, stop talking Mister Monologue. I'm Peggy." I grin back.

He blinks and brings himself back to reality. "Um, anyways, I was just going to that room, care to join me?"

I nod. "Sure but why are you going to my room anyway?" I ask as we start walking.

"Because it's my room too," he simply states and kept walking.

I stop for a second before catching up to him. I share a dorm with a guy? What!

When we reach the dorm, I take a deep breath and push on the door, it doesn't move. Alex laughs and pulls the door open. Cue the mental facepalm. The rest of the walk to the room was in silence and I weirdly like the quiet although it might have seemed awkward to Alex.

I go to pull my keys out of my jean pocket but Alex beats me to it and unlocks the door for us. He walks in before me and I shut the door after myself.

"Yo Alex, bro!" A guy with a red bandana yells at Alex from the couch.

"Salut mon ami," Another guy with a bun greets Alex while walking out from the kitchen, a thick French accent lacing his voice.

"Hey, guys," he says, seeming unsure about his roommates.

Wait. If they're his roommates that means- oh no.

At the same time, they recognise my presence even though I'm behind Alex. They both walk over, I press myself against the door not realising how tall and strong they seem at first.

Alex turns around to me. "Oh yeah Peggy, I forgot-"

I interrupt him. "Forgot what. Lemme guess, hmm, my existence because trust me I'm used to it." I scoff.

He puts a hand on my shoulder, slightly scaring me. "I forgot to tell you that even though these guys," he pivots right and nods his head at the other guys, "look all big and strong, I'm the strongest out of them,"

I glance at the bandana man, a cheeky grin on his face, and bun man, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I then return my attention to Alex. "Okay then, prove it," I challenge.

He turns to the guys and steps forward. I use it as my chance to escape, wheeling my suitcase around the fight zone.

Alex lets out a war cry and charges towards the guys. Both of them seem unfazed by the short person running toward them. They nod at each other and move forward.

Bun man grabs Alex by the waist, bandana guy holding Alex's kicking legs still. They tickle him, Alex biting his lip to try not to laugh. I stifle a giggle on the sideline until I can't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

The guys finish tickling Alex and leave him on the ground, tears coming out of his eyes from laughing too hard. They both walk over to me.

"Hi, I'm Hercules," The guy with the bandana says.

"And I'm Lafayette," Bun man smiles at me.

I smile back. "Nice to meet you both, I'm Peggy!" I exclaim.

Hercules steps forward and tucks a loose strand of my curly brown hair behind my ear. I blush slightly at the gesture, he grins slightly and nods. I mouth a 'thank you' back.

Alex comes up behind me and notices the pink tinge to my face. "Now which one of you did this?" He says while wrapping his arms around my neck. Lafayette points at Hercules who holds up his hands. Alex frowns and looks at me, then back to them.

"Hey, Alex?" I look at the boy hanging off my back. "Can you get off?"

"NEVER!" He yells, making me lose my balance. I shriek as gravity pulls us down to the ground, making us land with a thud. "Ouch," Alex says monotoned from under me.

"That's what you get," I say and roll off him.

"You are surprisingly light," Alex gets up off the ground for the second time in the last 5 minutes.

"Thank you?" I say unsurely, not knowing whether to take it as a compliment or an insult.

"You're welcome,"

"I feel like ice-cream," I say out of the blue, my stomach grumbling at the mention of food.

"There's an ice-cream parlour right outside campus, let's go," Alex says and walks toward the door.

Hercules grins. "Taking her away already?"

I roll my eyes at him and whisper. "I'm only going for food," His grin grows and I press a finger to my lips. He chuckles and does the same.

Alex and I walk back out to the chilly air. "Wait, what flavour did the guys want?" I ask.

He chuckles. "Herc will have mint chocolate chip, Laf will have French Vanilla and I'll have cookie dough.

I stick out my tongue and scrunch up my face. "Cookie dough, ew,"

"Hey! Cookie dough is great!"

"Is not!"

Alex goes to retort back but someone interrupts him. "Hey, excuse me!" they call out. We stop our conversation and turn to the person. The guy walks towards us and shows us a map. "Could you tell me where Block 3, Room 47 is please?"

We grin at each other and give the guy directions. "Yeah, it's just up that path, left and through the doors, up the stairs, fifth door on the right," We just came that way.

"Thank you so much," He says.

"Hang on, before you go," I start..

"Yeah?" He asks, confused.

"What your favourite ice-cream flavour?" I ask.

He thinks for a moment. "Cookies and cream,"

"See!" Alex yells. "Cookies are good in ice-cream!"

"Yeah, they are but putting in the actual dough? No way!" I reply.

"Cookie dough is disgusting," He agrees with me.

I laugh and smile at him. "You, my friend, have an excellent choice of ice-cream flavours,"

Alex pouts and continues walking while I smile and wave. "See ya 'round,"

He waves back. "See ya!"

"He only sided with you because you're a girl," Alex grumbles.

I laugh. "Wasn't it bros before hoes?"

"That guy obviously had his priorities switched," he snickers. I whack his forehead with the back of my hand.

"He said the truth, which is that COOKIE DOUGH SUCKS!" I yell and run away. I can hear Alex running after me and see the ice-creamery ahead. Just a bit further.

I burst the door open and shut it in his face. I stick out my tongue as he tries to open the door. I eventually open the door and let him in. We walk up to the counter. "Mint chip, vanilla, cookie dough," I scrunch up my face up at the mention of cookie dough.

"Chocolate fudge brownie and cookies and cream," I finish. The lady behind the counter gives us the ice-creams.

"That's $59.00," she says. Alex looks slightly shocked at the price so I tap my watch onto the card scanner and the machine dings. "You two are an adorable couple by the way,"

I blush. "We're not dating," I thank her quickly and walk out of the store, the tubs of ice-cream piled in my arms.

Alex takes three out of my arms. "Thanks for paying," he mumbles.

I smile. "No problem!'