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I'm not convinced part 2

(Phillip Hamilton X Reader) Words: 1200+ Summary: High School was a pain in the ass. You and single mother don’t have much money. She works double shift and double jobs. One of her jobs is working for the Hamilton family as a part time housekeeper. Ironically, the biggest douche happens to be part of that family. (I can’t write a summary) AU: Modern AU Warnings: Just horrible grammar.. Cursing?? Tell me if there is any I did not put.

Rise and shine. You say goodbye to a picture and your running late mother. Run through the sprinklers again. Run into your class later than usual. So far, your week seem to repeat like last Friday, except this time you had to wake up your mom. Normally, she would wake herself up (without an alarm) around 5:00 to prepare the Hamilton’s- she worked on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays- day with clean floors, fresh laundries, and a your-wish-is-my-command attitude. People may call her a maid, but you prefer the term housekeeper. It felt more appropriate. No. Respectable. Maid sounded like a sexual kink- the hell you were talking about. It is. Despite the French maid versus American maids differences. Mostly everyone yearned maid that dressed in the short-skirted French outfit- you bet they weren’t normally that revealing. You shivered at the sexual thought.

As you plopped down in your plastic seat with a sigh and a late slip as a stress ball in your hand. The teacher went to retrieve your balled up, salmon late slip and tossed in the plastic bin without a care. You briefly snatched out all the listed items on the board and slammed on the desk impolitely. The adult in the room sent an annoyed glare your way in which you mutter out a sorry. The teacher straighten out the stack of papers with a loud thud- almost as loud as yours- and passed them out with a few extras that came flying. You took a glance at the warm up assignment, you scribbled the answers on the lines. You snapped open your note filled book, and navigated each and every answer. You placed your finger on the words and skimmed as you wrote down the answer. You glanced at the answers, the scribbles were curved downwards slightly. You cursed under your breath and shifted onto to the next question.

“(Y/N).” What you recognized to be Phillip’s voice, whispered out towards you. You ignored his call and held your focus on the warm up assignment. He called out the second time, and you never failed to keep your focus on your “chore”. Despite how annoying Philip Hamilton is, you have to and want to work your ass off to go to college. You plan to attend Harvard, Penn State, Columbia, or Stanford. You wanted a stone-solid education that could back you up with amazing paying job. All you had to do was get a great sponsor to achieve a scholarship from a great school. Maybe a Ivy league school. You would sigh dreamingly at the dream, but stopped yourself from embarrassment. You shudder out a sigh as your gears continued to spin. Fatigue sunk under your creating bags of memories of your late studies. Philip whispered out your name again, except he kept on tapping on your shoulder, “What?” You hissed as you continued to write down your answer quickly and thoughtfully.

“I need help on number two.” Phillip murmured in a shy tone.

You answered number four swifty,”Dammit, go look over the notes in your notebook.” You whispered harshly as you turn your gaze over to him. He arched his eyebrows confusingly at your unkind toned comment. You swore this kid will be the death of you.

“What notes?” He questioned with wide eyes. “ I don’t have a notebook. I use the looseleaf papers.” Philip added as he shifted uncomfortably at your annoyed gaze.

You tighten your grip on the wooden pencil,”Dude, are you fucking kidding me? It’s the middle of the semester!” You exasperated quietly.

“God, sorry!” The Hamilton exclaimed louder than intended. Everyone’s eye landed on the loud and interrupting Hamilton. You observed Phillip shrink in his seat with a embarrassed blush riding under his forest green eyes and on the bridge of his nose. “Phillip, students are still working! I advise you to continue your work, unless it’s done. Then go read a book.” The teacher scolded and advised him and continued to grade papers on the computer- you hope it was last week’s test grade. The soft taps of the keyboard distracted you a little bit.

“What about this.” You began as tone down your voice slightly. You did a quick slide-glance toward the teacher. Their typing halted and glanced at you with a awkward smile. You gave them the same smile and removed your eyes off of the them. Embarrassment flooded your face. You exhaled sharply and shook your head.

“You can look at my notes.” You submitted. “and in exchange for that is you leaving me alone.” You as you tossed your notes on his desk.

“Awe, I thought you liked my little taunts.” Philip cooed sarcastically.

“Awe, do you want to get a bruised eye?” You cooed in return. His smirk dropped and quickly muttered out a “no”. Chuckling at his actions, you unzipped your backpack and plucked out a book. You admired the silence as you did. You did enjoy fighting and arguing with the boy. Like stated, it was entertaining. You finished number four’s last sentence, which you were interrupted before hand. Turning your paper to seek anymore answers, you met up with a white blank space. You smiled satisfyingly.

“So, are you coming to charity dance?” The curly headed boy asked as he twist his head towards you. You nodded curtly with an honest answer. You didn’t spare a glance towards him. Phillip’s eyes widen slightly at your response. “I’m surprised you’re goin’.” Phillip stated. You heard your other peer’s flip the paper as well. “You don’t seem one for parties.”

“I’m not.” You responded coldly. “My mom is dragging me to the event. She wants me to socialize and meet someone.” You explained with a huff. “It’s annoying and I don’t need to meet anyone, yet. I have a whole life span ahead of me.” You grumbled. “What’s your reaction to the dance?”

“It's…” The boy began.”Formal.” He shuddered. “It’s just a bunch of classical music and slow dancing. Bunch of older people are gonna be there and it’s just going to… dull.” Phillip shared.

“Sounds dull.” You said as a response. “Exactly!” He exasperated in a whisper. The eldest son rolled his eyes at the thought of the charity event his mother is hosting. Eliza is a very kind and trusting woman, but he just couldn’t understand why the hell did his mother choose that kind of event. It was told to be appealing, but it wasn’t appealing for Phillip. The thought feathered his gut with irritation. He knew that his kind mother wanted to meet a fine lady as well. He could see the delighted look in her eyes as he agreed going to the function. Eliza rambled energetically about him meeting people she wanted to introduce to him. “My mom wants me to dress formal as possible and she wants me to meet people she knows!” Phillip complained as he began to use his hands emotionally. “It’s tiring to smile and shake hands. I don’t want to meet people! I don’t want to be in a crowded space with people I don’t know!” He said a bit to loudly. The adult in the room scolded him again. “It’s just stressful.” He murmured. Honestly, you didn’t know what to say. It went to emotionally fast for you to respond in words and in feelings. Apparently, your Phillips stress ball he can squeeze on. “That sucks.” You stated without a thought. “Yeah…”

“Mom, I’m not wearing a goddamn dress.” You groaned as you were yanked over to the dresses aisle. She slapped your complaining away as she slid the hooks to the side. Mama plucked out a dress from the rack and placed it where your body was. She closed one eyelid as if she was some cloth designer or on project runway- whatever the hell it was called. You moaned with a tired-boredom taking over as you dragged the hanger downards.

“Can’t I just throw on a dress shirt, suspenders, and some pants like the office kind of pants?” You suggested desperately. She ignored your whining and continued to look for a dress. “Please?” You continued to beg.

“No, your just gonna attract girls- not there’s anything wrong with that- and I want you to attract both.” The elder women thought out as she plucked out another dress. You didn’t even pay attention the patterns or style the article of clothing had to offer.

Embarrassment caused the blood to rush through cheeks,”Mom, why did you have to say that out loud? I don’t exactly want to get a boyfriend nor girlfriend.” You hissed.

Your mom cackled,”I’m your mother. My job is to take care of you until you are the legal age of an adult. My side job is just embarrassing you.” She.. jested. “Plus I don’t want you to wear a suit again. You barely wear the dresses I bought you- which are now in the local Goodwill will down on Baker Street- they were cute dresses!” She explained.

“First off,” You both walked over to the other side of the rack.”I look horrible in anything that shows my legs or thighs. I have this uneven sun tan I had got when I decided to wear shorts in the pool, remember?” She hummed out a yes in response. Your hands were gesturing to your thigh as you looked at your mother- still picking out outfits.

“It’s not gonna show, honey. The dress I’m gonna find isn’t going to be that short.” The older women confirmed. You rolled your eyes as you followed her through the aisle even further.

“Right, like that necked dress you have me as kid wasn’t revealing.” You grumbled sassily.

“It wasn’t that low!” Your mom retorted as she turn her attention to you. She slapped your arm.

You slapped her arm back, “Whatever you say mom.” You responded.

“Can I wear my slip-ons? The one by Vans?”You asked almost hesitantly with a meek grin.

“No. It’s a formal-” You cut her off.

“Oh come on!” You exaggerated as you flew your hands up in the air and through them.

“It’s a formal event.” She finished.

“Yes, the one you are forcing me to go to.” You muttered. “Can I at least invite one of my friends?”

“No, I’m not going to go all that hassle with the Hamiltons! They’ve got a lot on their plate!” Your mother retorted. “And!” She emphasized. “You don’t need your friends as another barrier to hide behind, (Y/N)!”

You groaned in defeat. She swatted your arm.

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