Disclaimer: All recognisable quotes belong to Lin Manuel Miranda. We are just thieves.

A/N: Warning- May induce insanity and utter rage at the authors and the world in general. We take no responsibility for any side effects.

A Winter's Ball

Chapter 1 /winter/

Based on Helpless

Angelica's POV

"Angelica!" Eliza exhaled, eyes shining. "Angelica, yo this one's mine." Eliza grabbed me, pointing and shrieking hysterically at a hottie.

A hottie that I had talked to just moments prior, and sorta kinda accidentally fell in love with.

Yeah. Hah.

I looked back at Eliza. Her eyes wide, face flushed, like she had had her breath knocked out of her. Figures, since that hot shot sure was a knockout. Hell, just a minute's look at him and I could write a guide book about his body.

His intelligent, impossibly purple-blue eyes.

His hunger pang frame that slouched but had a certain confident stance to it.

His cocky smile that made him look like a chauvinistic drug dealer handing out love drugs.

"Angelica!" Eliza snapped.

"Wait here," I blurted out. If Eliza wanted that /insert synonym for hot guy/ she's gonna have some competition.

Namely, John Laurens, I mean, me.

And Angelica Schuyler NEVER loses.

I marched up to my soon-to-be-boyfriend, wanting to show off my rapping skills. Hell, I was confident that I was better than that french fry Lafayette.

However, the moment I spotted him, I forgot my name. My heart was set aflame. My mind screamed, "This is not a game!"

"Hi," he said. "You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied."

What kind of pick-up line is that? I wordlessly arched my eyebrow, unimpressed. I knew this kid could do better.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, you forget yourself." I send him a pointed glare, challenging him.

"You're like me. I'm never satisfied," He says, softly, gently.

"Is that right?" I crack a grin.

"I have never been satisfied," he says smoothly, tone even.

I'm impressed. He's good, but I'm a tough nut to crack.

"My name is Angelica Schuyler," I incline my head.

"Alexander Hamilton."

I observed that he did not proffer his hand.

"Where's your family from?" I smirk. I got you cornered now, smooth boy. Whatcha gonna do?

He waved a hand as if batting a fly. "Unimportant there's a million things I haven't done. Just you wait. Just you wait."

"So so so, this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level what the hell is the catch? It's the feeling of freedom, of seeing the light, it's Ben Franklin with a key and a kite. You see it right?"

I rap like a rap god. Yeaboi!

However this "Alexander Hamilton" is not impressed with my rapping skills. What a pleb. He brings out a guitar and starts to strum.

"Get a load of this!" He starts to sing. "I love you Angelica, will you marry me because I want your moneyyyyyyy!" He ends on a high note, with a flourish.

However, I was not high.

I frowned.

I slapped him.

We are finished.