You’re Thomas Jefferson’s kid — and practically a spitting image of him, with the same personality: so it was natural you’d hate Philip Hamilton, just like Thomas hated Alexander wasn’t it. You were very popular and rich, and Philip had just used you for your money and fame. Philip always knew that you were ’sMarT’ and ’StUdIouS’ and all that crap. Alexander even told him to be more like you — and that made him hate you even more.

You had always been very popular around New York, and all around really. For a few reasons; you were attractive, charming, always wore fancy clothes, generous, practically a genius and extremely rich. So many girls had crushes on you and other people your age envied you. You were just.. perfect. Even Philip found you attractive but he would rather die than ever admit it. Because you’re so nice, you let him be your friend and you helped him fit in, with true intentions. So he used you. He’s recently been pretending to be your friend, just for popularity. You also spoke with a heavy French accent and with kinda broken English because French was your first language, but you were still very smart.

Philip originally never understood how people liked you. He thought you were boring and all you cared about was school. But since he’s been near you know he’s actually grown a liking to you. Part of him kind of felt bad for you … but he just brushed it off, you has everything, so what if he took some of it..

”Jefferson, Jefferson, Jefferson,” He said to you. He was at your house and you were studying at your desk. Philip had stolen some fancy thing and hid it in his pocket, he hoped you wouldn’t notice, it was nothing big, just some little thing. You wouldn’t notice..