Philip's P.O.V.

     Define Y/n Jefferson in one word? That's a hard one. There are so many ways I can describe her; Annoying as hell, spoiled, slutty, visibly stupid, undeniably gorgeous, and last but not least... pretty bitchy. There's the word! Bitchy. That's how I'd describe her.

"I'll be choosing teams because if I didn't, it'd be Y/n and Philip against each other the entire time and we want everyone else to play..." Mr. Quinn scans the list as he makes sure we're all present, Y/n and I glaring at each other from across the courts.

I notice Madison sneaking glances at her, sending her soft smiles in an attempt to calm her down. Ha! He actually likes her!? How cute! I can use this as an advantage...

"Okay So... Frances, Y/n, John, Marie, and Liam are on one team," he said. He continues to call all the other teams but I don't pay attention to those who don't matter. "Philip, Anastasia, Elias, Reese, and Rose."

Ana looks up from the bleachers at me and smiles warmly. I return it. Yes! We have Reese and Rose, they're really good!

The court is divided into three parts, the beginners' court is all the way to the left, there's another court in the middle, and the court to the right is King's Court, stay there the entire game and you claim victory.

I can't wait to hold my victory over Jefferson's head when I have it!

You move up every time you win, if you lose, you must allow another team to play so your team is temporarily out.

As we played, the other teams didn't stand a chance against us. Jefferson's team was stationed in the King's Court. I can't wait to smack her across the head with this stick!

~Time skip brought to you by the harsh reality that Thomas Jefferson wasn't actually as hot as Daveed Diggs~

"Tie!" Frances calls as Mr. Quinn blows his whistle, marking the end of PE. My shoulders slump and I groan, Jefferson throwing her stick at me. I dodge it last minute and proceed to laugh at her idiocy.

Y/n's P.O.V.

The day dragged on and the event I've been regretting to attend has finally arrived: Susan was dragging me to William's party. Great! Just great! But I mean, how could you say no to her puppy dog eyes? And she hasn't been to a party since the incident... which is unspoken of. And will remain that way.

I dig through the mess that is my closet because my extra-ass will never be satisfied with just a simple shirt and pants to a party! Who am I trying to impress, you may be asking? Bitch, myself! Who else: Philip Hamilton? HA! Yeah right.

I text Theo for some help and we quickly decide on what to wear, finally.

(The left dress is Theo's and the right is yours).

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I scroll through Instagram and the thousand comments on the picture I posted last month at the beach. Lemme tell you, that was some good photography 'Cause I tried! I deserve to receive an award for that! It's not easy, ya know, being perfect like moi.

I wish John could have come but his dad found out and he's too scared to sneak out because last time he got caught and was grounded for weeks. WEEKS. Like, goddamn Mr. Madison, take a chill pill. You mad as a hatter, son.

I ignore the scent of cheap liquor and cigars as Theo, Susan, and I step out of my d/c, the moonlight glistening perfectly against it. I bite my lip and hug it, "You're so beautiful," I whisper before following the other two.

Susan looked so damn pretty, I questioned my sexuality for a moment there. Wait... shit, I'm doing it again...

We enter the bustling place, butterflies beginning to dance in my stomach. I'm the Y/n Jefferson, why in God's good name am I nervous? No... that's not the right word... I'm anxious. Because I just want this night to go by quickly. But Hamilton is gonna be here.

Last time we were at a party together, I almost sent him to the hospital and he almost broke my leg.

Yeet. We're intense.

Theo jabs her finger in the direction of the beer, "I'm gonna go grab some drinks. Wanna come-"

"FOOD!" Susan and I exclaim in unison before dashing to the food table only to be dragged to the booze by Theo.

"Listen here, you little shits, I'm the only fucking mature person in this house so you'll do as I say!" Theo said.

"You're a bitch!" Susan pouts.

"DID YOU JUST CUSS!?" Theo snaps, flailing her arms around in anger, Susan and me flinching. "'Cause we don't cuss in this goddamn mother ducking house!"

"Damn right!" William yells from across the room, his friends laughing 

I just roll my eyes and continue to the drinks. After taking many shots and smacking Susan across the head with a wine bottle than getting slapped by Theo, I decided to clean myself up in the bathroom.

I walk past Hamilton's group only to be tripped and fall on top of his lap. I groan under my breath as Georges coos, "Oooo~ Y/n, how kinky~"

"I fucking despise you."

"Hey there beautiful," Philip's eyes examine every feature of my face, a small smirk playing his lips.

"I will cut you," I hiss.

"I hate you too, Jefferson, but I have to admit..." His eyes trail down to the rest of my body, "You look hot in that dress... I wonder how you'd look without it."

"I'd rather set my eyes on fire than see you naked, Hamilton." I realize I'm still sitting on his lap. I quickly stand up and dust my outfit off. "I know I look hot!" I declare sassily before turning on my heel and leaving, "And don't try anything like that again, Hamilton, understood? Or you won't have that precious hair of yours in the morning."

Philip's P.O.V.

"I'm bored," Georges whines, his eyes watching in envy as William flirts with literally every girl, sweeping them off their feet.

"Let's play truth or dare?" I suggest. He shrugs in response. I take that as a yes. I call William over and so we begin. "Okay... William, truth or dare?" I ask.

"Hm... Truth!" He said before downing his bottle of beer.

This question I'm curious about since he'd slept with every girl in our school; "Who would you say, out of all the girls in our school, is the best in bed?"

"Well, Pip..." I catch Georges studying him with a smile. He snaps his fingers in realization. "I'd have to say Y/n Jefferson-"

"HOLY SHIT-" I begin choking on air, Georges horridly patting my back. I pause and gasp for air, holding back the urge to burst into laughter.

"You've slept with Y/n?" Georges raises his brows in shock and smirks, "Well, what do you have to say about it?"

"Just... damn~ I mean I hate her... but this was back when we could still tolerate each other," Will said. "And we were bored so..."

"Damn, I mean, I knew your standards were low, but they just went down to the negatives!" I shake my head in disappointment.

"Actually, I think she lost her virginity to me in sophomore year of high school..." Georges taps his chin thoughtfully and I laugh.

"Okay, welp, my turn," Will turns to Georges whom narrows his eyes at me warningly, "G, truth or dare?"

"Hm... dare," He said.

"Okay well... I dare you to lick your shoe!" Will jumps on top of the table triumphantly. G rolls his eyes and licks the bottom of his show shamelessly, making my skin crawl. Will steps back in disgust, "Well... damn..."

G turns to me and smirks mischievously, "Pip, truth or dare?"

"Dare," I said without hesitation, "Nothing you say will be bad. After all, I've done, I'm sure this will be nothing-"

"I dare you to sleep with Y/n Jefferson," Georges interrupts suddenly, my face dropping. "Will and I have slept with her... you haven't. There're drinks everywhere and she's making her way towards us right now."

"Bro, anything but that! Anyone but her!" I plead.

"A dare's a dare!" Will shrugs and plops beside G, fist-bumping him.

"I don't have to do anything!"

"It's a dare, Pip, ya have to do it!" G said.

William clears his throat and says, "When picking dares, the darey has to act upon the dare that is dared by the dare-r or the darey has to injure the dariest dare-je."

"What?" I heave a sigh, "Okay fine!"

I spot Jefferson walking in our direction, her eyes glued to her phone. Before she could safely pass by my group, I trip her and she falls on top of my lap. I flirt and she rolls her eyes and leaves.

"Attaboy!" G places a hand on my shoulder encouragingly, "Lure her in until she can't stay away."

"I'm gonna regret this."

Will snaps his fingers sassily, "Hey, it's your dad's fault for befriending our dads."

"Hey, guys!" A toothy grin plays Frances' lips as she plops beside G.

"What's the tea, shishters?" Marie smirks and fair flips. I chuckle softly.

As Anastasia takes a seat beside me, I explain the terrible situation I am in, "Your stupid brother dared me to sleep with Y/n Jefferson-"

Ana falls off her chair in surprise, "OH SHIT!"

"Fuck yeah, that's my little bro!" Marie high fives her youngest brother Georges who gladly high fives back.

Frances plops her elbow on William who is snickering teasingly, "Oof. She's actually a good kisser."

"I'm sorry what," I ask dumbfounded.

"We were drunk and made out but that's about it," Frances shrugs it off, the others not fazed by it.

"I hate all of you."

"We love you too, Pip!" They chorused.