A/N: Yes, I am using Hamilton's historical appearance (ginger hair and violet eyes). I felt like it, so don't judge me.

Tanya's POV

As promised, I met Alexandra under the big oak tree in the courtyard. She looked so confident, her ginger hair flowing behind her in the spring breeze. She was wearing a green shirt and a white mid-length skirt, completed with a pair of black ballet flats. But the thing that captured my attention was her eyes. They were almond-shaped, and the irises were a light violet-blue. They shone like crystals under the sun.

"Well," she said, "Let's start again with introductions, shall we? Alexandra Hamilton, but Alexa is fine." She smiled shyly, tucking a lock of her long hair behind her ear. Damn, she was adorable.

"Tanya Jefferson." I said, kissing her cheek. She seemed shocked, but accepted the kiss. The fact that she was so small made it even better.

"How tall are you, might I ask?" Alexa asked with a giggle.

Slightly embarrassed, I said, "Six three. You?"

"Five six." She responded. 'And don't you dare call me cute, ever."

"But that's what you are, Lexi. Can I call you that?" I asked with a smile. She blushed a bit, a spot of pink showing up on either cheek.

"As long as I can call you Tani." She said.

"Sure, you can." I said with a smirk.

"Anyways, enough small talk. Tell me a bit about yourself."

We chatted for a while until the bell rang to tell us to go back inside. I had learned a lot about her. Her favorite color was green, and she had immigrated here from the Caribbean after the hurricane that struck her home island five years ago. Her favorite subject was English, no surprise, since that was the lesson she was rushing to when I smacked into her.

I had also told her quite a bit about myself, too. I told her that I had a but if an obsession with magenta, hence the color of my dress. My favorite subject was Chemistry, which I was going to now, funnily enough. I was still daydreaming about her when my friend, Jane, tapped me on the shoulder and brought me back to reality.

"You spaced out. Something bothering you?" She asked.

I smiled and said, "No, just daydreaming about my special someone."

Her eyes went wide. "Seriously? Tanya, do you know how much I envy you right now?"

"Yep." I said. "You have your 'I'm super jealous' face on right now, so it's pretty obvious that you are."

She elbowed me playfully. "So," She asked, "Who's the lucky one to have met you?"

Alexandra's POV

"You did not!" Hillary teased as we made our way to the cafeteria.

"Oh, yes I did." I said with a smile. "And it's a girl."

"I'm so happy for you!" Marianne said with a smile, hugging me tightly.

"A girl? Really?" Joanne seemed surprised. "I did not expect that one."

"Got a problem with that?" Tanya said from behind us. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my forehead.

"So, this is the lucky girl, huh?" Hillary said. She stuck out her hand. "Hillary Mulligan. Nice to meet you."

"Tanya Jefferson." She said. "Nice to meet you too."

"Marianne Josephine Lafayette. Call me Marianne." Marianne said.

Tanya laughed. "I'll remember that." She said. Then, Tanya turned to Joanne, her smile becoming what looked like a frown.

"You got a problem?" Tanya said, lifting me off the ground to kiss me.

"Tani!" I exclaimed. She smiled. "This is because I love you, Lexi."

Joanne just shook her head and said, "No, I don't have a problem. I am pansexual, after all. Joanne Laurens, by the way."

"Good." Tanya said, putting me down. "Could I sit with you guys? I want to spend more time with Lexi."

"Sure." Hillary said. "Let's go!"

When we all sat down, Tanya turned to me and asked, "Is it possible for you to come over to my place today? I think my dad would like to meet you."

"Sure." I said. "As long as my foster mother lets me."

"That sounds great, Lexi." She smiled and kissed me on the forehead again. I looked up at her and laughed. "This height difference is going to get a bit annoying."

"Really?" she said. "To be honest with you, it's adorable."

"What did I say about calling me cute?" I said playfully with a hint of anger. I reached up as far as I could and ruffled her curly raven hair. It was quite fluffy, and I would be willing to play with it.

"But that's what you are!" she protested, running her hand through my red hair. I wanted to get mad at her, but I loved her too much to do that.