Elizabeth Schuyler had just been dumped for the second time in three months, and it sucked. Every night, she lied in bed, staring at the ceiling above her. Wondering where she went wrong, wondering how she could get him back. Once again, however, our story begins long before.
June 18th, Eliza had been home alone all day. Parents gone, siblings away, she sat watching Mean Girls until Angelica finally arrived home.
"Let's do something," Eliza insisted as soon as her sister was through the door, "Something fun."
Angelica shrugged off her shoes, "Sorry, I'm going to some big party with Ash tonight, you can come though."
Eliza groaned, "Who else will be there?"
"I don't know, a bunch of people I guess."
"People we know?"
"Nope," Angelica responded, her voice as happy and as perky as usual.
Eliza rolled her eyes, "Then no."
It didn't take much convincing to get Eliza to go.
An hour later, they were at some strangers house surrounded by people they didn't know. Angelica's boyfriend quickly arrived and Eliza was stuck following them around at a safe distance away. She was in the shadows whenever she first saw him.
"Angelica," She whispered to her sister, "Angelica," She repeated, slightly louder than before.
Her sister turned around, "What?"
"Who is that?" She asked, nodding discreetly in the boys' direction.
Angelica and her boyfriend, John, both had the same response, "No."
Eliza rolled her eyes, but he wasn't put out of her mind. She did have a boyfriend, but there was a part of her that knew that it wasn't going well. The night drug on, she made eye contact with the mysterious man and for the next several weeks she couldn't get him out of her mind.
"Who was that?" Eliza finally asked Angelica again three weeks after the party.
Angelica raised an eyebrow, "Who?"
"The mysterious party boy," Eliza responded, her voice smaller than normal.
"No," Angelica repeated.
Eliza rolled her eyes, "Who is he?"
"He thought you were cute, asked who you are, of course all we told him was no."
"Angelica. Who. Is. It?" Eliza repeated
Angelica sighed, "Alexander Hamilton, why?"
"No reason," She responded quietly, "Just wondering."
And she kept wondering about him at least once a week until August 13th when she got broken up with the first time. She was heartbroken, and for the next two months she was heartbroken until once day she texted her best friend two words.
'Alexander Hamilton'
It was a foolproof plan, him and his off and on girlfriend had just ended it again, and he seemed really sad about it.
"Why's your little friend all sad?" Eliza asked John one night as she looked through Alex's Snapchat story.
"Why are you talking to him?" John demanded.
Eliza scoffed, "I'm not, I just have his Snapchat," That was technically true. She hadn't talked to him, just stalked all of his social media's.
One night, Eliza, John, and Angelica were all together. Angelica was studying for a test and she yelled at the other two anytime they would talk, so Eliza went with John for a drive. They went through the small town they lived in, and John pointed out everybody he knew.
"And that's Alexander Hamilton," He said, nodding towards the car coming in their direction.
"He has a nice car," Eliza said to herself.
John rolled his eyes, "You're just saying that because you think that he's cute."
"Maybe I do, so what?"
"No," John said, and once again she heard the whole 'he's just in it for the sex, he's a player, it'll be two weeks,' lecture again.
Eliza didn't care, Eliza never cared. As she always said, "I don't know why you people waste your energy telling me what to do, I'm going to do whatever I want." She wanted that boy, and she was going to get him.
Well, them not talking was technically true until October 6th.
"It happened!" Eliza exclaimed to all of her friends, "He actually messaged me."
The girls all shrieked in excitement and they spent their whole night doing what girls do, getting overly excited about something that has a very small chance of working out.
Then it happened. He moved schools.
Eliza almost fainted whenever he walked into her biology class.
"That's him," She whispered to one of her friends.
So, they talked every second they could, in person and on the phone, and slowly by slowly she fell in love with him. Dramatic, yes, but true, yes.
'I think I like you' Alexander said one night.
'Of course you do, I'm great,' Eliza responded in a sheer moment of panic.
Somehow her awkwardness made its way into his heart, and on October 31st he finally asked her out.
It was the best Halloween Eliza had had in a long time.
From babe to babygirl to honey, Alexander never failed to have a pet name on the spot to make Eliza smile.
It was great, sunshine and happiness, 'I love you's,' until November 8th. (Short time period, I know)
November 8th, Eliza fell down a hole of Alex's ex girlfriend, Maria Reynolds, Twitter.
"I've never talked to this girl and she's throwing shade at me on Twitter," Eliza complained to Angelica, "Look at these, 'when I see my ex with 'my replacement', honey I'm way prettier than you. Dream on. Look at this one, 'But you two are just 'best friends lmaoooooo' What the hell? These just go on and on. I've never talked to this girl."
November 9th, apparently Angelica had had enough of Eliza's complaining and messaged Maria and Maria messaged Eliza.
"Hey, girl," Eliza read to Angelica, "Who the hell calls someone they've never talked to girl?" She continued to read the ridiculously long message, and the highlights of that message consisted of the constant saying how much she still loved Alexander, "Who the hell tells their ex-boyfriend's girlfriend that they still love him, a psychopath, that's who."
To keep it short, November 10th he broke up with her.
It broke her heart
Maria messaged her to see if she was okay, of course she said she was and they talked. Talked like friends.
'I think I'm going to message him," Eliza said
'It'll just piss him off, don't,' Maria insisted.
But Eliza did what Eliza wanted.
November 12th, she messaged him and to keep this part of the story short, they talked. They talked everyday until November 21st.
Eliza posted a picture of him on her story and Maria screenshotted it. So, Eliza asked why she did and Maria did everything to avoid her question, so Eliza went to Alexander.
To once again keep my story short, Alex admitted that him and Maria were talking again 'as friends'.
Let's just say, Alex never responded to Eliza's messages again.
Once again, Eliza was heartbroken over him. She cried for days, spent her entire family Thanksgiving crying, and nobody was being any help.
Over the next few weeks Eliza and Maria talked more, they became pretty good friends. Maria and Alex were talking again, and it broke Eliza's heart more.
Then John told Eliza something that should have pissed her off, but for whatever reason, it just made her want him back more.
"Yeah, he was talking to you and Maria and some other girl. He kissed one of the other two, but I don't know which."
Eliza was broken. That's where our story began. Two weeks after they stopped talking, Alex and Maria were back together and Maria completely cut Eliza out of her life.
"She's a lot smarter than I gave her credit for," Eliza told Angelica one day as they came home from school, "She talked to me until I stopped giving her information she needed and she got what we both wanted. She's smart in a deceitful kind of way, y'know"
Eliza wanted him back, she needed him back, but she couldn't get him back. No matter what she did, Alex and Maria were together, whether she wanted them to be or not. She lost her appetite and only ate because she knew she had to, she only laughed whenever she knew she was suppose to, she lived in her own misery, and she couldn't escape it. No matter how hard she tried. And that was the worst part, she wanted him and she wanted to get over him but neither were happening.
There's more to this story and I could go into way more detail, but this story is just a mess as it is and I'm sorry it's all over the place, but I just needed to write it out and i know it's dramatic but i dont really care. But yeah. I promise one day I'll get back to the happy mushy stuff.