(Third book) Philip Hamilton X Reader: The almost truth can beguile

-Chapter 11: Jealousy-

"You are my life's work!" Thomas yelled in agony as he paced back and forth before the fireplace. Philip, who was sitting on the couch, folded his arms. "I have asked you to help me a month ago, how am I your life's-" "Hamilton!" Thomas yelled as he stopped pacing and violently motioning toward Philip. "You told the girl of your dreams that you were going to go to a bar, f*ck some girls and come back later! What drug were you on and where can I get it?" Thomas shouted, rubbing salt into the wound. 

Philip didn't want to admit it, but figuring that Jefferson was the only person willing to help him, he had to be honest. "Jealousy," He said. Thomas backed up and squinted his eyes at Philip. "Jealousy?" He repeated, clearly disgusted. "Your a$$ is jealous of Eacker?" Philip huffed but refused to answer. When Thomas didn't get an answer, he groaned, grabbed the nearest book and yeeted it at Philip.

"You son of a b*tch, you're jealous of a law student!" Philip was slightly offended. "I'm a law student!" He yelled back. "Both of you suck equally which means you still have a chance with her," Thomas neatly explained. "That's the most motivational yet crudest thing I have ever heard," Philip commented as he rolled his eyes. "Exactly," Thomas agreed which made Philip sigh even deeper. "I'm too late. They've been sending letters and meeting up. I cannot even muster up enough courage to ask her to go to the bazaar to get weekly shopping," Philip held his head in his hands. "I'm an awkward potato," 

"Ya done?" Thomas asked, tapping his foot on the wooden floor. "Because if you keep feeling sorry for yourself, I will need to ask you to remove yourself from my property," Philip shrugged. Thomas groaned deeply before walking to the nearest table. On that table stood a tiny bell with a silver handle. Thomas lifted it and rung it. A few seconds later, one of his servants came in and quickly bowed. "Is there a problem, mister Jefferson?" He asked, head held low.

"Yes, prepare some coffee and get me a blackboard," He told the servant. "Oh, and also a notebook or two. We're going to need it," He mumbled. The servant nodded and rushed off. "Why do you need-" "Young man, obviously your old man didn't teach you so I am taking the initiative to properly educate you about love," Thomas sternly said which made Philip raise his brow. "Educate?" He repeated. "I don't need education on love, I think I got it," Philip waved Thomas off and got up from the couch. "Oh you poor boy, sit back down or you're going to lose her," Thomas informed Philip as he was about to leave. 

Knowing his options were very few and that he was already losing her, he sighed, sat back down and listened. 

~~8 hours later~~

"And that's everything you have to know about Greek mythology," Thomas finished. Philip wrote his last bullet point and looked up at Thomas. "How is ancient mythology going to help me?" Philip criticized. "The Greeks were way more socially evolved than we could ever be. All types of love were accepted!" Philip cocked his eyebrow. "And some of that incest," Philip added. "Point is," Thomas said, ignoring Philip. "That we could learn a lot from them," He said and admired the scheme he made on his blackboard. "Especially your dumb a$$," He added and snapped his gaze toward Philip. "I'm doing the best I can," He whined. "Well, it's not enough," Thomas harshly said. 

"What time is it?" Philip suddenly asked. "Why?" Thomas asked back. "Because I need to leave sometime soon," He said with and stood up. As Philip stretched, Thomas sighed and pushed the blackboard into the storage room beside the living room. "Do your homework!" Thomas yelled as he saw Philip grab his bag and put the two notebooks in. "What homework?" He asked and put his right hand on his hip. "Since you don't really appreciate the Greeks as much as you should, I recommend you find a relevant UNHEALTHY relationship so we can compare," Thomas assigned. "Compare to what?" Philip asked. "To your unhealthy relationship with Y/N," Thomas grinned. Philip looked offended but Thomas grinned even wider.

"It'll help you understand how to act around her based on other people's experiences," Thomas explained with a shrug. "Fine," Philip groaned and opened the door. 

"Bye, Hamil-child," 

"Bye, Jefferdone," 

Thomas narrowed his eyes. "That's not clever!" He exclaimed a bit offended. "So are you," Philip said without turning around before he left. Thomas raised both of his eyebrows before scoffing. "Still the son of his father,"