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.

Philip really hated you and your dad, and you did the same. Right now you were standing outside by the road- in the rain. You were waiting for your father to come get you- and you had been waiting for about 15 minutes.. you sighed. You didn’t have a jacket or anything because it was a nice day out earlier today.

Philip and Alexander noticed you, and they looked confused and concerned.. then Philip walked over to you- Alexander following close behind. He put his jacket over your shoulders.

“Jefferson. You’re probably freezing.” He said to you and Alexander nodded in approval of him.

“Where’s your father, kid?” Alexander asked you.