Philip's P.O.V.

What do I do?

I just fucking fucked my father's enemy's daughter. If he finds out, I'll be done for.

I tried to play it cool, I'm not gonna snap and give her the satisfaction of getting under my skin. But I'm freaking out right now!

"Damn, boi," William shakes his head the next day at school, "That must suck."

"Why didn't you stay home?" Georges asks worriedly.

I roll my eyes at his remark. Isn't it obvious!? "I can't tell my father I'm hungover, he'll realize I was at that party he told me not to go to. I had to tutor Angelica. You don't understand how long it took her to keep her mouth shut."

"Too bad," William said. "Anyway, how was last night? Rate it from 1 to 10, 1 being the worst."

My shoulders slumped, my arm swung over Georges' shoulders for support, I say, "You're kidding..."

Georges struggles to drag me through the driveway. "Why didn't you just tell him you weren't feeling well?"

"He'll never believe me," I said. "Besides, I reek of alcohol. Even if I took a shower, my dad drinks alcohol so often, he'll know I was hungover right away."

"Did you just avoid him all morning?" Georges smiles warmly.

"YOU NEVER ANSWERED MY QUESTION!" Will, who was trailing behind us, calls.

"It wasn't hard since he's always in his study."

"Then Why not ask your mom?"

"ANSWER MOI!"

"She'll tell me to ask my dad. Oh, and if she knew I was hungover, I'd get slapped so hard, I'd probably end up in China," I wince at the memory of getting chased around the house with a shoe by my mother for 'talking back.'

"HEY!" Geo and I continue to ignore Will until he'd had enough. He huffs and stomps to us, making a bearer around us so we couldn't cross. "Answer me!"

"Fine," I said. "An easy... negative 69."

They give me that amused 'you-know-you-lyin' look. I roll my eyes and regain my balance, walking past both of them.

"Whatever. Let's just go inside now, please? I need some water."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Hamilton," Will smirks.

"I wonder what she called him in bed?" Georges said thoughtfully.

Will snaps his fingers like he just figured something out, "What did HE call HER?"

"Why is this important?"

"It Just is."

"Don't judge."

Y/n's P.O.V.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Theo said, putting up a couple fingers. I squint my eyes for a better view, counting them.

"12?" I suggest, Susan snickering teasingly.

"Oh, my God," John heaves a sigh. He seems so done.

I don't blame him, I'm a handful.

"Can you please just help me get to homeroom?"

"Mr. Washington is going to kill you if he sees you in this horrible state," John points out as he drags me to homeroom.

"That sucks for me."

"Yeah, it does, you idiot. He'll tell your dad-"

"sHIT!" I quickly hop off the ground, sobering up and smiling weakly.

"Sweet Jesus. You're such an idiot, you put Philip Hamilton's idiocy to shame," John said.

"Whatever," I said.

***

Philip and I avoided each other, it almost seemed obvious. In PE, Mr. Quinn saw our pale faces and weak figures and had us sit out. Philip sat 3 bleachers down, far away from me.

I know this is very awkward and all, but like, he makes me feel like I'm some kind of fucking disease that could kill someone in a snap of a finger!

Wait... I can probably do that already...

What can I say? I'm a proud member of the sassy-macaroni family.

Honestly, it's draining. I tell Theo and Susan and my dad everything... I can't tell them though because Susan already has some problems of her own, I don't want to drag her down with me. Theo is like, in love with Philip, she'd be heartbroken. And my father would kill me.

God, what have I done?

I'm so, so, so sorry, Theo... please, forgive me, I ruined your happiness.

Now I have to walk around with the burden of knowing I did the dirty with the guy my best friend loves.

And dad, I'm such a traitor. I'm so, so, so, so sorry! There isn't a word that can describe how apologetic I am right now.

And Susan, I will always stick by you, through thick and thin. But I'm afraid you have so much going on already, I don't want to worry you with what's going on right now between Philip and me.

You're such a strong, beautiful girl... you deserve so much better.

I'm such a mess...

I have so many feelings and anger bottled up inside of me, it's eating me alive.

I'll just wear this smile for everyone else. Then I'll be seen as a perfect, rich, sassy, popular girl and no one will get in my way.

I won't experience the heartbreak again. I can forget the pain of losing a loved one.

I'll make everyone else happy...

***

I sit down in debate, tapping my foot against the carpet impatiently.

Mr. Washington would call on 2 random people to debate on a random topic he'd choose.

As I hum a tune, Philip and some other love-struck girl who barely talked, finish. Mr. Washington suddenly points at me and a kid I recognize as...

Ugh, Robert Lee.

"So," Washington begins. "Rob made a remark yesterday about women's rights and how men are stronger than women."

My eyes grow wide as I turn my head to his proud, amused expression. I'm gonna slap that smug look right off his face.

I felt my blood boil, adrenaline in my veins as he speaks about how men are stronger than women, how they're more talented, how they're smarter and thus, more capable of doing things and just overall, better.

He was getting glares from everyone around the room.

"He's so dead..." I hear Philip whisper.

Everyone knows I'm a proud feminist.

"Y/n? You turn," Washington seemed uneasy. He knew what was coming.

"I don't understand this. Men and women are the same, always have been, and always will be. Just because men possess different body parts doesn't make you any better than anyone else. What makes the other better? Men and women both make mistakes, they're loving, kind, and both are very strong. I'm not saying women are better than men, I'm saying that BOTH are incredible."

"But-" I interrupt him.

"I'm talking, kid. Look around this room at the people glaring at you. Give me one reason you feel obligated to share your wrong opinion? Well here's mine: you're a complete and utter idiot. Look at history. It was shaped by men AND women."

I continue bluntly.

"And what about your mother, huh? Suddenly, she doesn't matter? You're lucky to have a mother, some don't have that kind of treasure, someone to hold and care and love you. Women are weak, huh? Well, your mom was strong enough to deal with you, and that's an accomplishment."

"DAYUM!" The students in the room holler, Lee fuming in anger.

"I doubt you have space in that small brain of yours to memorize all those strong women from the past. And there are still strong women today. We are both human, both love and feel emotion. Remember what I said next time you're convinced men are better than women. Because that's not true. They're the same."

"YAS!" Theo claps.

A/n: hope you enjoyed✌🏻☺️