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(Philip POV) RING!

Everyone rushed to get their things and go on to their next period.

I had already planned ahead and only had to get out of my seat, my mom convinced me to buy a watch to keep track of time which is surprisingly useful.

All my stuff was already packed, my dad insisted that I brought at least four notebooks just in case they wanted us to take notes.

I tried to argue with him, I mean it's only the first day of school, but it turns out he was right. At least three classes already had us take notes on what to bring in for a supply check on Friday. These New York schools don't play around.

"Alright guys, I hope you enjoy the rest of your school day. I assume everyone has their schedules?" the teacher asked while shuffling some syllabus papers for the new year.

A chorus of "yes" went around the room as everyone rushed out the door to find where they were supposed to be.

I looked down at the schedule the school gave me to see that my next period was lunch.

Great! Now I have to awkwardly face the fact that I'm the new kid and make new friends.

I sighed as I put headphones in my ear as I walked to the cafeteria sign I passed on my way to my first class.

Oh, well. It shouldn't be that bad.

As I stood in front of the crowd of people that all seemed to stop and stare as soon as I walked in, I realize I was terribly wrong.

I just evaded their eyes and pulled out my earbuds as I looked for an open seat.

As I walked down between the tables, I felt eyes trailing my every move.

Then the whispers started.

"Did you hear what his name was? They called him Philip Hamilton. Just like in Hamilton!"

"He looks just like Anthony Ramos!"

"Do you think they're related."

"I wonder if he can get us tickets!"

I sighed deeply as I heard the familiar gossip that's been following me since I arrived in New York.

Hamilton was starting to ruin my life.

*vvvvvvv*

I felt my phone vibrate in my left front pocket.

It was a text from my dad.

Speak of the devil.

To MySon!: Hey Pip! I hope you enjoy your first day of junior year at your new high school. Text me when you can okay?

I smiled as I texted him back. Deciding not to mention the numerous stares I was now receiving due to my/his last name.

From MySon!: Hey dad! School is alright so far. I have sooo many classes. And my legs are killing me from all of the walking. The steps dad. The steps!

I put my phone away before scanning the room for a place to eat.

I sighed in relief as I finally found a seat near the left corner of the room.

I walked up and smiled politely at the girl as noticed me walk up.

"Hey, can I sit here?"

She eyed me warily before shrugging.

"Alright go ahead."

I smiled in thanks as I sat down. She had on a light purple blouse and some light blue skinny jeans. She had a deep bronze skin tone and her curly dark brown hair was in a neat high ponytail. I noticed she had light makeup on framing her eyes making the warm chocolate color pop out.

She was the only one at the table other than myself so I decided that I might as start a conversation. Just as I started to speak, the girl looked up at me and beat me to it.

"Hey, I'm Theodosia Burr Jr. and I'm guessing you're the new kid. Philip Hamilton if I'm correct?"

I stared at her in shock for a moment before gathering my thoughts.

Come on Philip pull yourself together.

I gave her my winning smile that always got girls at my old school to swoon.

"Why, yes. And I must say, it is a pleasure to meet you, my dear Theodosia."

She rolled her eyes at my pun and promptly began to eat her soup, ignoring me completely.

Hmm, well this is a new response.

We sat there awkwardly for a few moments. Well, I guess I was the awkward one, Theo (the name I decided I would call her. I mean, Theodosia Jr. is sooo long) was perfectly comfortable enjoying her lunch and completely ignoring my existence.

I decided I had better start over before I made my first enemy.

"Um, Theo, uh I mean Theodosia," I quickly corrected myself seeing her raise an eyebrow at me.

"Yes, Philip?"

I blushed as she said my name. For some reason, I felt butterflies in my stomach.

It must be because I'm hungry.

At this thought, I quickly started to pull out my food before turning back to Theo and finish speaking.

"Well, I just wanted to, um, apologize for teasing you about the musical. I know myself that it is very annoying to be immediately asked—"

"The one from the musical Hamilton right?" we both said at the same time.

We looked at each other for a minute before she let out the cutest giggle I've ever heard.

I smiled unconsciously before continuing after I stared at her for a little too long.

"Yeah, that. So I guess, can we start over?" I ended kinda in a rush.

"She went quiet for what felt like an hour but was probably only a minute or two.

The longer she took to answer, the more my confidence dwindled to the point that I couldn't even get myself to look at her.

I had started eating my PBJ sandwich to distract myself from my nervous thoughts. For some reason, I really wanted to be friends with this girl. I probably just was desperate for anyone to talk to that would make Hamilton references every ten seconds.

"Sure."

I looked up from my sandwich speaking with my mouthful.

"Ime sworre whab?"

She smiled slightly at my garbled speech and I swallowed sheepishly.

"What I meant was, I'm sorry what?"

She only seemed to be more amused by my shy actions. I liked her smile a lot.

"Sure, you can start over…. And Theo is fine."

I smiled broadly trying to contain my excitement of actually make a friend.

"Okay! Ahem, I mean, alright." She giggled once more at my eagerness.

"Well, I, Philip Hamilton, am glad to have the pleasure of this acquaintance miss, Theo," I said this while taking her hand and kissing it softly.

I looked up to see her blush before snatching her hand back.

"Uh, It's nice to meet you as well sir Philip."

I winked and replied, "Philip's just fine honey."

She rolled her eyes once more, but this time with amusement.

"Don't call me honey Pippi Longstocking."

I sputtered, indignant at this new nickname.

"I am not Pippi Longstocking!"

She just smiled and nodded.

"Whatever you say Pippi," she said with a wink.

I felt a warm blush creep into my face and stop at my ears.

"You're awful."

She laughed loudly at my pout.

"Thank you, I try."

I smiled again at her laugh. I liked it even more than her giggle.

"Um, excuse me? But what do you think you're doing talking to my girl?"

I turn around at the sudden angry voice I hear behind me.

I see a tall dark skinned guy in a navy blue hoodie standing over me. His face was slightly hidden by the shadows created by his low hanging hood, but I could clearly see his eyes. A dark brown that seemed to be scanning over me. Something about his gaze made me feel slightly anxious.

I cleared my throat trying to seem at least a little intimidating but that only seemed to make him smirk sending shivers up my spine.

I gulped.

Theo rolled her eyes, she seemed to do that a lot, before glaring at the guy.

"I'm not your 'girl' Eacker."

This "Eacker" guy seemed undeterred by this and kept his eyes on me. I'm not sure if I liked that he wasn't paying attention to her or not. I didn't want him to act like a jerk to her or anything, but I also felt uneasy with his predatory eyes on me.

Eventually, after what felt like centuries of tense silence he looked over to Theo. I let out a relieved breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

His smirk turned into a forced friendly smile, but it didn't reach his eyes which were now a blank canvas. He moved to sit down, pulling a chair in between us to keep me away from Theo.

"My dear Theodosia, you don't have to keep shying away from our relationship. Especially in front of such scum, no matter how charming he may be."

I frowned at this, not sure if I should take it as an insult or compliment.

Theo was quickly losing her patience as Eacker moved to put his arm around her.

"Eacker, I have told you not to call me that a million times. And we don't have a relationship!"

As she said this she shoved his arm off of her and tried to continue eating.

Apparently, her first tactic when dealing with annoying people is to ignore them.

Eacker, however, didn't get the message and continued to be persistent.

"Aw Theo—"

"Don't call me Theo!"

"I just want to be there for you. Why won't you let me in?"

Theo finally snapped and whipped her head around to face him, standing up to her full height.

"Eacker...leave me ALONE!"

I gulped as I caught sight of her angry glare. Well, that was both incredibly terrifying and attractive.

Even Eacker seemed a bit frightened but quickly covered it up with a scowl.

"Fine, but don't come running back when you realize little 'Pip' here isn't the right guy for you."

Now that caught my attention.

I should probably stay out of this….

But then again, what would pops do?

Great, now I'm about to do something I will regret.

"Hey Eacker, the lady asked you to leave her alone. I would walk away now if I were you. Also, don't call me Pip."

Eacker turned around to face me. His attention was once again fully on me as soon as I opened my mouth. His eyes sparkled with a promise of a challenge as he stayed right where he was seated.

"Oh look! Loverboy can actually talk!" he paused to laugh at his own joke before slightly leaning over me with a glare.

"Whatcha gonna do about it, huh Pip?" he said with a smirk ending in almost a whisper as he took a strand of my hair and twirled it around.

I gulped at his proximity but didn't back down from his challenge. I wouldn't let this guy boss me around for the rest of the school year.

I glared back ready to fight, but only if necessary.

"I'm going to politely ask you to leave one more time. I also said don't call me Pip. "

Eacker frowned as if he expected me to say, or do, something else. He quickly forced a smirk back on his face and pulled back.

"Hmm, I don't think so Pip," he said stretching out the nickname that I only allow my father to call me.

Okay, now I was going to lose my cool in T-7.

Theo pulled on Eacker's arm asking him to just leave but he shoved her off.

6.

Eacker started to laugh loudly and boast on how he made me so upset I was about to cry.

5.

A group of kids started surrounding us and laughing.

4.

Some idiot just called out, "Little Pippy wants his mommy!"

3.

Eacker's arm was back around Theodosia claiming what a wimp I was, unable to defend her like a real man.

2.

Eacker sneered at me saying in a baby voice, "Aw, sorry little Pip. But daddy isn't here to give you dueling advice this time."

1.

That's it.

Next thing I know, Eacker was on the ground with his face covered in a red stream from his nose, Theo is yelling at me to calm down, and I'm being surrounded by officers that patrol the school.

Mom isn't going to like this.

(A. Ham POV)

"Hamilton, the boss said he needs this article done by Thursday."

I looked up to see Burr standing next to my desk. I guess I didn't notice him approach me. I was a little too enraptured with my writing again. Oops.

I saw him raise an eyebrow at my silence.

Oh, right!

"Uh, yes Mr. Burr sir! I'll start on that later today sir."

Burr nodded an amused smile tugging at his lips at my disgruntled state.

"And try to not spend so much time criticizing George King in your other articles alright? The man receives enough attention as it is with the upcoming election. The people should know that there are other serious events outside of American Politics."

I frowned at this and tried to refute his claim.

"Burr, how can I be quiet about issues relevant to so many people that deserve recognition. We have another candidate that will actually stop gun violence, pollution, and poverty! Heck, he even has an actual working idea for a health care plan!"

I paused to point at the picture on the front of the last paper published on my computer.

Burr looked to see the Democratic candidate promoting his campaign at a children's hospital.

"The news is the only way we can stand up to this bigotry and save this election!"

I stood up and grabbed him by the shoulders as I became more passionate.

"Burr, we are the news!"

Burr stared at me for a moment, regarding me with a critiquing gaze I have known only him to pull off.

"And what if you're backing the wrong horse?"

I sighed, this was why we couldn't get along. He was always hesitant in saying his views. He never took a side on anything.

"Oh come on Burr! You say that every time! Do you ever have an opinion on anything?"

Burr was silent and gave me a long stare.

"Just write the article, Alexander. I'm sure you can channel your passion into something."

I grumbled in defeat as I took the paper he held out to me before walking away.

"Good Ol' Burr, always there to lift everyone's spirits," I mumbled sarcastically as I looked down at the papers he gave me on the new article.

Wait a minute….

I slowly smiled as I read more of it.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

(A. Burr POV)

2 hours later, I came back to see Hamilton writing up a storm with papers flying everywhere, basically covering his typing form crouched on the floor on his laptop.

"Hamilton!? What the hell happened!?"

The humanoid form on the floor started moving.

All of a sudden the papers flew up in the air as the figure got up into a standing position.

I jumped in surprise as the rest of the office also turned to see what was the commotion.

When they saw it was just Hamilton writing, they just went back to work with a frustrated sigh. My "partner" was very infamous here at New York Times.

"Oh, um hey Burr."

I scanned him to see a green button-down shirt even more wrinkled than this morning and two new stains and there were posted notes spread at random on his arms and legs. His face was even more of a mess. At some point, he must have put reading glasses on since they were sitting across his nose crooked. His eyebrows were furrowed and one had a piece of blue tape on it. His eyes looked red due to how long he was staring, probably without blinking, at a computer. His hair was once in a ponytail and now just a frazzled greasy mess.

Oh, why did I have to be paired with him? So unorganized, yet he still manages to finish articles at least a week before the deadline.

After I regained my composure, I sighed deeply rubbing my left hand across my face as my other rest on my hip in an annoyed stance.

"What in God's name were you doing?"

He frowned and looked around at his mess before looking back up at me sheepishly.

"Um, writing of course."

I blinked at him.

He blinked back.

I'm too young for this.

"Whatever Hamilton. I only came by to tell you that you've received 3 missed calls from some high school, 25 from someone named Elizabeth Hamilton, and 5 from your son I believe."

As I spoke, his face went through many expressions.

The first one was confusion as I mentioned the school. The next was slight fear as I mention this "Elizabeth," person. The last concern and guilt as he quickly grabbed his computer bag and tried to make his way out of the mess of papers.

"Oh god, she's gonna kill me! How could I have gotten so distracted? Burr did she mention anything else other than her name?" he asked when stood in front of me, which was quite a feat considering how many papers there were.

"Uh, she said something about….an emergency at school. Something happened to your son I guess."

He paled even more before swiftly running out of the office.

"I stared at his retreating form in shock.

"WHAT ABOUT THE ARTICLE?" I yelled before he ran down the stairs to the ground level.

"IT'S DONE SOMEWHERE ON MY DESK!"

I looked back at the absolute mess of his workspace.

I inhaled deeply before smiling stiffly.

One day, I'm gonna shoot him.

(Eliza POV)

I sighed in anguish as I entered the school's office to see Philip seated next to an officer.

I rushed to him, not even identifying myself. I'll do it later, first I need to know if my baby's okay.

"Oh, Philip! Are you alright? What happened? Did someone hurt you? Why can't you just stay safe! I told Alexander it would be better to play you in a private school!"

I checked his face for any bruises but saw none. I then proceeded to scan the rest of his body for injuries.

"Mom, I'm fine really! You can let me go now. I didn't get hurt, relax."

Yeah right like I believed any of that.

I then looked down to see his left hand's knuckles were slightly bruised.

"Oh my god, Philip did you punch someone?" I asked cradling his hand.

I looked up to see the office staff just staring at me.

"Well, isn't there a nurse he should be seeing?!"

A few shrugged while the others got to work. One person was sent to the nurse's office while another just asked me for identification.

"Excuse me miss," she said in an obviously fake cheerful voice.

"But can you please sign in."

Why silly me! How could I have forgotten to sign in? Oh yeah, because my son is sitting here with a bruised hand and no one is doing a single thing about it but let an officer watch him like a dog!

But of course, I only smiled softly, "Yes of course." After years of being a mom, you get used to having to control your emotions around other people.

I smiled softly at Philip letting him know that the questioning was over, for now.

After I signed in on a clipboard the woman handed me as Philip's mom, the nurse finally came in and took him to her office to tend to his hand.

The officer went to follow but I only glared at him.

"Sir, I don't believe your services will be necessary."

Where were you when the fight started huh?

He opened his mouth to argue when someone else in the office defended me.

"You can go, sir, the woman's right."

I nodded my thanks before I followed Philip and the nurse into her office.

I was thankful the school actually did a significant amount of fundraising. The office looked better than most I've been in. There was a separate room with cots for students to lay on and privacy curtains. There was also a checkup room with another nurse inside. She seemed much younger and had her hair up in a high ponytail. She stood up as we came into the main room and walked over to meet us. I noticed that she and wore a light blue nurse uniform instead of the white one the nurse that brought us in was sporting.

She was probably an assistant. She looks young enough to go to school here, she might volunteer.

The young lady turned to give the nurse a knowing look that the older woman gave a small scowl at in return.

The younger lady just chuckled before facing us with a polite smile at her face.

I heard a gasp from next to me and turned to see my son staring at the girl with a look of confusion.

Hmm, maybe they know each other.

The older nurse turned around to face us.

"Okay ma'am, please follow me into my office," she said before turning to face the young girl.

"Theodosia, you can give him a once over and tend to any injuries as necessary."

The girl nodded and to my Philip with a small smile.

"Come on Philip."

Yes, they must know each other since he hasn't introduced himself yet.

He blushed slightly before following the girl into the room as I followed the nurse.

Hmm, I'll have to ask him about that when we get home.

I turned my attention to the nurse as we entered her office. She closed the door before sitting down at her desk. She gestured to the only other seat in the room in front of her desk which I swiftly sat down in.

It was silent for a moment as it seemed she didn't know why we were meeting.

Looks like I'll have to take this into my own hands.

"Miss, can you tell me what happened to my son? Why did he get into a fight?"

She seemed startled by my inquisitive attitude. Apparently, she wasn't used to this. Maybe she's new.

"Uh well," she paused to look through some papers as if they held the answer to my question.

"He was in a fight about thirty minutes ago."

Yes, yes I already know that. The office told me, but what caused the fight? Who did he fight? Were there multiple people involved? What happened?! I wasn't there.

"Uh yes, but can you tell me anything else?" I asked as politely as I could try to hide how frustrating this was. Didn't anyone see what happened? I'm past patiently waiting for an answer.

She seemed at a loss and gave up looking through the papers. The nurse sighed in defeat as she took off her wire glasses to rub her forehead. I felt a surge of motherly sympathy towards her overcome me at that moment. I guess dealing with a fight so early in the school year could be stressful.

"I'm sorry miss…"

"Schuyler. My name is Elizabeth Schuyler."

The nurse gave me a tired smile before she continued.

"I'm sorry Ms. Schuyler, but they haven't informed me of the situation with your son. I can call someone in the office to talk with you."

I sighed but thanked her nonetheless.

As I stood up and left her office, I saw Philip walk out of the checkup room with a bright blush flaring his cheeks.

Hmm, I think I see what's happening here.

"Philip, how'd the checkup go?"

He jumped and looked back at me with some relief.

"Oh, hey mom."

I'll just ignore that little scene for now.

"How are your hands?" I asked looking at the young nurse.

She seemed a little surprised I was addressing her but quickly recovered.

"Well the bruising area was a little tender, but with a little time and care he should be fine."

I nodded and smiled my thanks before turning back to look at my son.

"Philip can you follow me please."

He noticeably paled but followed me down the hall.

Once we were out of earshot, I turned around to face him.

"What were you thinking?!"

Philip looked slightly scared at my sudden change from overprotective mom to scolding mom.

"Uh, I um, what?"

I sighed deeply rubbing my head.

"Why did you get in another fight Philip? On the first day! We talked about this!"

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I-I don't know! It's just— He was messing with her and I didn't want to just stand by! Then he started calling me "Pip" and you know I only let you and dad do that! Then there was a crowd and they were practically suffocating me! I tried to stay calm but I just...exploded!"

He was shaking as I put my hand on his shoulder.

He looked up at me and all I could see was my little baby ashamed after being caught trying to steal a cookie.

Aw Pip.

I pulled him into a hug and rubbed his back whispering soothing words to calm him down.

"It's alright baby. Just calm down. You're okay now. I'm right here."

He slowly started to relax as his frantic breathing slowed.

Eventually, he pulled away from the hug and smiled down at me. I wasn't yet used to him leaning over me.

My poor baby's growing up.

I smiled as I softly touched his cheek.

"Come on, let's go home."

We walked back past the office intending to just go home.

"Ma'am wait!"

We turned around to see a man holding open the office door.

"We need to talk to you both before you can leave."

I frowned slightly but steered Philip back towards the office.

We sat down as a man in a black suit walked out from behind a door.

He smiled at us before taking off his glasses and placing them on a nearby desk.

He pulled up a chair to sit facing us.

"Now, I know you probably just want to go home and try to relax after this but we need to talk about the fight."

I looked at Philip with a question in my eyes.

Was all this necessary? I guess they just want to keep others safe, but still.

"We have already spoken to the other boy, George Eacker I believe. Now we would like to hear if anyone else was involved. Then you'll be free to leave."

He looked towards Philip as he said the last part.

Philip looked a little uncomfortable but did answer.

"Well, it all started with Theo—"

"Wait who is Theo?" The man asked leaning forward, intrigued.

Philip shifted nervously.

"Uh, Theodosia Jr. was her name. We just met today at lunch. Just before the fight."

Wait, isn't that the girl he was with a few minutes ago in the nurse's office?

"Hmm, I think I recall that name. We'll have to call her and her father in as well."

At this, I came to a sudden realization.

"Um excuse but do you happen to know if Philip's father has yet to be contacted?"

The man shrugged before walking over to a desk to ask someone something.

He walked back and sat down again.

"Apparently he was called at least twice, but hasn't answered."

In the corner of my eye, I could see Philip eyeing me. Waiting out my reaction to this news. I inhaled deeply as I tried hard to keep my now stiff smile on my face.

Alexander…

Well someone is going to be in big trouble. I'm sorry if that was a little boring, but don't worry the action will pick up by the end of the next chapter. Hopefully...

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