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.

So you had to be smart enough to not drink and party right? Not in this case. You had gone to a party not expecting to get so drunk. But.. you had drank a little too much. Philip walked into the party because his had told him to socialize when he saw you sitting at a table surrounded by girls you seemed to be flirting with. He sighed and walked over to you. He expected this from you but he didn’t know you were drunk.

“Jefferson, what the hell are you doing?” He asked and everyone at the table looked over at him.