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. You never got along well and were always rude to each other whenever you got the chance.

Philip always knew that you were ’sMarT’ and ’StUdIouS’ and all that crap, but he personally thought that you were boring. 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.

You had gone to a party at someone’s house tonight, and Philip had been dragged there but his father because he needed to ‘socialize with his friends’. Philip just sat around the whole time, drinking here and there. You on the other hand were talking to everyone, flirting with people, and you were definitely drunk as hell.

It was later, a lot of the people at the party had left and there was just a few people left. Unknowingly, Philip had been sitting at the same table as you and you two finally noticed after almost everyone there left.

”ooh, look who it is, the prissy little perfect Jefferson,” Philip said and rolled his eyes.