What to Say to You? Philip Hamilton x Reader (Jefferson)

Philip graduated at 18 instead of 19...and reader is 18...don't know how this story will go...but meh?
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(Y/N) Jefferson was a noble young lady...or so people thought, you would sneak off at night dressed in male attire to have fun with your friends.
The secret was kept, but you hid your identity, every time someone would ask your name.
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"John Smith."
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Of course people would think you're unlady like to have male friends who were not your future husband. But it doesn't stop you from having a cold one with the boys every once in awhile. During one of the late nights you were out, you saw Philip Hamilton along with his friends making eye contact with you.
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"The hell are you gawking at?"

"At some foolish scoundrel, get out of here! Your in embarrassment to us, us noble men!"
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Let's just say you end up in fist fight with Philip Hamilton and his friends. Normally you wouldn't dare pick a fight, but in your mind you felt the need to. Luckily your friends stuck by your side and help fight the idiots and you were able to slip out before the guards could come.
You felt a quick tug and tripped, you felt someone groping your body. The bandages ripped, the ones that help conceal your curves. You turned to see it was Philip, who was rubbing your chest with a face that was more red than blood.
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"Are...you a girl?"

"I have a swollen chest!?!?"
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