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Aaron
2001~2003
“Alexander Hamilton,” the young man said, extending his hand. Everything about him radiated energy and a fierce determination. It was nauseating.
Somewhat reluctantly, Aaron reached out and accepted the handshake. “Aaron Burr,” he replied. “You in the law program, too?”
Alexander nodded eagerly. “I’ve been wanting to get into Columbia Law since before I even got to the states.”
“You’re an immigrant?”
Another nod. “Nevis and St. Kitts. Moved to Miami when I was seventeen, then to New York at nineteen.”
Aaron nodded. This kid was way too energetic for his tastes, and there was something dangerous about his naivety that he couldn’t put a finger on. Aaron pretended to check his watch, made a lame excuse, and hurried away from the kid. Hopefully, that would be the last of that.
It wasn’t. Three hours later, Aaron went back to his dorm and found that Hamilton was right next door. The next day, when the professor in his first class of the day assigned seats, he was stuck next to Hamilton. Fifteen minutes later, he found out that they had almost every single class together, and there was no way to switch classes.
A week later, Aaron appears to be the only one on the floor kept up by his neighbor’s sexual antics, and if a little of his still-hot coffee spilled onto the brat the next day in class, no one could prove it was on purpose.
Coffee incident aside, Hamilton refused to leave Aaron alone. The constant chatter drove him up the wall, but yet he never raised his voice at his obnoxious acquaintance. Get a grip, Aaron , he told himself, you’re above this sort of anger.
So the years went by, and Aaron stayed quiet. Until the day. The day that Aaron broke his two personal rules: he kissed a married woman, and he snapped at someone.
“You probably wouldn’t shut up if I shot you in the face,” Aaron growled, slamming the fridge door.
Hamilton froze mid-sentence. “I’m sorry, what?”
Aaron threw caution to the wind, looked dead in his roommate’s (they had moved in together because it was cheaper) eyes, and said, “You never shut up. I’ve known you for almost four years, and you have never been able to stay quiet for more than five minutes at a time. And, quite frankly, I hate endless chatter. I hate people who can’t keep even the smallest opinion to themselves. And, more than anything, I detest people constantly invading my privacy. Basically, I hate you , Hamilton.”
For several long moments, neither man said nothing. Eventually, Alexander shrugged, grabbed his jacket, and left. Aaron stared at the door for an indeterminate amount of time before throwing away some more caution and calling Theodosia. It went to voicemail. He left a message.
“I don’t want to wait.”