F•R•I•E•N•D•S||A Hamilton Cast Fan-fiction||

Chapter Nine

I'll ignore it if you do🦦
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"Anthony,"

"Yeah?"

"You're a fucking dumbass, you know that?"

Anthony stopped drinking his Pepsi. He snapped his head toward Daveed.

"How? What'd I do now?"

"It's not what you do it's what you don't do." Daveed answered.

Anthony just looked at him.

Daveed sighed, "Do I really have to spell it out for you?"

Anthony kept looking, his eyebrows staring to tilt in confusion.

Daveed groaned, "Why do you treat Jasmine like that?"

"Like what?" Anthony asked, his eyebrows tilting even more.

"Anthony, how come every time Jasmine comes around you act like — like — a womanizer. Me and you both know that's not how you actually are. Even though you're dumber than a box of rocks, you're a good guy. So why act like that when she comes around?"

Anthony looked at his feet. He couldn't give a real answer. Mainly because he didn't even know himself.

"I — I don't know. Every time I'm around her my brain just goes dead..."

"More than it already is," Daveed mumbled.

Anthony sucked his teeth. He just now realized how actually terrible he must make himself look.

He threw his head back and put his hands over his face.

"Bro," He dragged.

"What is wrong with me?"

"Ha. That's what I've been trying to figure out."

"Ay man, do you think I should stop acting like that around her?" Anthony said, getting a little to close to Daveed.

"Uh, duh."

"Do you think she'll like me though?"

"She'll like you better than she does now."

"But she doesn't like me! Ugh! She doesn't like me!" Anthony whined.

"Well, I would say she doesn't like you, more of..a very strong annoyance."

"That's not good though! Bro, what do I do?!" Anthony shook the taller man.

Daveed sucked his teeth, mumbling something to himself.

"How 'bout explain yourself. I mean, she probably knows how slow you are, so she'll understand."

"Nooo, she'll think imma bitch!"

Daveed rolled his eyes.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! What if I just...explain myself to her!"

"Mhm,"

"See Daveed? I'm not slow!" Anthony said, running off to throw away his now empty can of Pepsi.

Daveed looked at Anthony, then at Jasmine, then Anthony again.

He shook his head, taking his phone out his pocket.
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Woooow!! look at me🦦
I didn't proof read soo
Word Count: 393