Youâre Thomas Jeffersonâs kid â and practically a spitting image of him, with the same personality: so it was natural youâd 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 *âsMarTâ* and *âStUdIouSâ* and all that crap, but he personally thought that you were boring. Alexander even told him to be more like you â 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 someoneâs house tonight, and Philip had been dragged there but his father because he needed to âsocialize with his friendsâ. You were both very intoxicated by now and you were talking here and there, music playing loudly in the background. Philip couldnât help but feel attracted to you, the alcohol was probably just getting to him. So, when your girlfriend walked away he suddenly just kissed you without warning, what do you do?!