Kings Collage – A Hamilton Fanfic
6 – The Schuyler Sisters
Weeks after the alcohol-infused evening, Hamilton had become well-adjusted to the general hubbub of general school life. Some of his teachers loved him, some of his teachers felt indifferent, but most had come to despise his general smartass attitude. The same could mostly be said of his fellow students. While he had made fast friends with Laurens, Burr, Mulligan and Lafayette, the same could not have been said for most of the others in his form class.
One Monday morning, everyone had rather sluggishly filled into the classroom, tired after a weekend of studying and cramming for the maths exam that was set for the Tuesday 24 hours later. Some were desperately trying to wake themselves up, others had seemingly given up on paying attention in the history lessons in favour of getting some more sleep.
When the teacher, whose name Hamilton hadn't bothered to learn and who he had simply chosen to call 'Teach', walked in and dumped his briefcase on the desk, he had a huge smile on his face, a level of glee had was a stark contrast to the joyless weekend that the class had endured.
"So Class" As he started talking, they fell silent and began to pay attention. "I thought that, since you have been working so hard for your maths test, we should take a field trip to New York city."
You could hear a pin drop as the gravity of what the teacher had said set in. When it did, the class erupted into noise and it took the teacher 20 full seconds to quiet the class back down to explain the details.
"So after we have seen the bell and listened to a lecture on equality in paper-related business" A collective groan echoed out, and the feeling was clearly feeling the same, and couldn't convince anyone with his comments afterwards.
"It will be great – it is the best possible lecturer … that we could get on such short notice. Afterwards, however, in groups of four, you will be let loose on the city until 5 pm. Since the lecture ends at twelve, you will have the best part of five hours to look around the greatest city in the world."
He went to leave, but then remembered something.
"Oh. Also, you will need to get some lunch – its not covered by the talk. I'll give you a couple minutes to sort out the groups while I get the coach driver ready."
After he left, people all around the room started to form little groups. Hamilton and Burr grouped up. He looked around for Laurens, but then remembered that he wasn't in Hamilton's English set. While Burr was good friends with many people in the class, no one was willing to spend 5 hours in a group with Hamilton. However, the pair were pleasantly surprised when two similar looking girls walked up to them. Hamilton said hi, before trying to remember their names. Pointing at the slightly taller one with dark brown hair, he asked if he had got their names right.
"It's Angelica, right?"
"That's my name - don't wear it out"
"Ooh, that's one was outdated in 1978"
The two squared up, and, when Burr and the other girl were bracing themselves for an argument, Alex and Angelica burst out laughing. Hamilton turned around while laughing, and greeted the second girl.
"And this beautiful lady must be your sister."
The ash blonde girl smiled at the compliment, and replied with
"Thanks - I'm Eliza. Eliza Schuyler."
"Charmed I'm sure."
The two smiled at each other, and the eye contact was only broken after an awkwardly long time when Burr interrupted saying,
"Hey guys" He said waving his hand in front of Alex's face. "We should probably get going – the coach is waiting."
"Yeah – your right" Alex said as he moved to the door, stopping to hold it for the rest of his group.
The coach journey was fairly pleasant – Hamilton and Eliza were laughing at Burr as he tried and failed to flirt with Angelica. This was entertaining, but it still grew old fairly quickly, and the last third of the hour-long drive to the centre of New York was done in silence.
When they stopped outside their lecture hall, the group had five minutes to stretch their legs. Ducking down behind the coach, Hamilton made a suggestion. While both of the present Schuyler sisters agreed with what Hamilton had said, Burr had some doubts.
"We shouldn't do that – we could get in trouble."
Angelica sighed in exasperation, and told Burr,
"Look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. How can you stand here and say that we are supposed to spend this gorgeous day inside in a stuffy hall listening to a talk about the paper industry?"
Eliza quickly chimed in with support for Alex and Angelica's proposition.
"History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be here – in New York."
Hamilton started laughing, and chimed in to increase Burr's embarrassment.
"In the greatest city in the world."
"Fine. You three can go off and get in trouble. I'm sticking to the rules." And with that Burr stalked off into the lecture hall, leaving the three people who were still there bending over in laughter. After the chortles had died down, Hamilton asked the million-dollar question,
"So – we have seven hours unguided in the big apple – what should we do?"
After about ten seconds, Angelica chimed in
"I think that we should go to the theatre – Broadway is only a ten-minute walk away."
"That's a fine idea sis" As they set off at a brisk walk, Eliza asked Angelica and Hamilton what they wanted to see."
"Dear Evan Hansen"
"Dear Evan Hansen"
Alex and Angelica looked at each other and started laughing.
"Well DEH it is then. Shall we."
Alex extended both arms, one to Eliza and one to Angelica.
"My ladies"
Eliza and Angelica turned and exchanged glances, before both responded, each taking an arm.
"My lord."
Before they got further than a few seconds, the three of them burst out laughing, dropping Alex's arm and just walking normally. It took around twenty minutes, but they reached Broadway, and searched through the glittering signs for on that said Dear Evan Hansen. Before long, they had made their way over to the Music Box theatre, purchased tickets and found their seats. Because it was the middle of the work day, the audience was virtually empty.
One excellent musical later, and they were stretching their aching legs, and wondering what to do next.
"Eliza, my dear sister, our next location is your choice."
"Well, I'm feeling a tad peckish."
"Of to a restaurant we go. But which one?"
Eliza didn't know, but luckily, Hamilton did.
"I think I know the answer to this. The only logical choice, the only one that makes any sense. The little pizzeria outside the lecture hall."
Angelica stared quizzically at Alex, wondering why he wanted to eat at a crappy little pizza restaurant. She went to interject, but Hamilton was quicker.
"You might be wondering why, why on earth would we eat at a god-forsaken little pizzeria. The reason, is that it overlooks the lecture hall window that Burr will be sitting at."
Angelica started blank, unsure of what Hamilton was getting at. Luckily Eliza, who had figured out what Hamilton was getting at, hurried to explain what Hamilton wanted.
"Hamilton wants to taunt Burr while that appalling lecture is still going on."
A smile started to creep up Angelica's face, and she simply said.
"Lead the way."
So, they went back, and ordered themselves some Coca-Cola, and simply waited for Burr to spot them. It took around ten minutes, but Burr finally spotted the three of them sipping on drinks staring right at him. They started laughing as they saw his face seemingly swell up with anger.
They ate their pizza's, and wondered why Burr wasn't out yet. Hamilton laughed as he said that it must have overrun. When the rest of the kids finally streamed out of the building, Burr marched over to the three of them, and started to yell at them.
"I would have expected this behaviour from Alex, but not you two. I know its not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy's got money. I'm a trust fund – you can trust me – Hamilton's a bad influence"
Angelica stepped up, and squared up to Burr, who stepped back slightly.
"I've been common sense by Thomas Pain. Some men think that I'm intense or I'm insane. If you ever talk to me like that again, like women are superficial and should be judged on how they act just because of how wealthy or not wealthy they are, I will personally make sure that you can never walk again,"
Burr stood there, and then just kind of shuffled off. Hamilton started chuckling.
"Angelica, Eliza, I think that we are gonna be close friends some day."