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.

Philip always hated how you and your father always thought you were smarter than his dad. You’d often compare yourselves to them and say things like ’At least we’re not Hamilton.’ that made Philip so freaking angry. You two would always bicker and you’d always tease and make fun of him, and he’d barley be able to defend himself.

But one day you made him way too mad. He heard from multiple people you trash talked his father in front of a lot of people. He saw you walking calmly in the streets of New York, and his blood boiled as he simply saw you. He hated everything about you, your stupid perfect hair, your stupid perfect clothes, and that stupid perfect smile you would always have on your face. You were holding a pile of books as you calmly walked, but your peace was interrupted when Philip stormed up to you and knocked them out of your hands, a lot of people gasped and stopped walking to see what was going on.

”what’s your fucking problem, Jefferson!!?” He yelled. He was probably gonna confront you for what you did.