The President's Daughter by David Dower (if you liked this book txt) 📕

“Maybe he likes you?” Sarah spoke.

I shrugged my shoulders, even though she couldn’t see me. “I don’t know, it’s Gavin he hardly ever develops feelings for someone, remember?”

“You never know, by what you told me it sounds like you both had fun.”

I let out a chuckle, “That’s true. But I don’t know if I could like him.” I said clutching my phone a little tighter in my hands. “We are so different.”

“Haven’t you ever heard that saying?” Sarah said, “Opposites attract.”

“I don’t know Sarah,” I said still a little unsure.

“Well, all the signs are in front of your face-“ Sarah said stopping mid-sentence, as I heard a loud crash.

“Sarah?” I asked, confused to what was going on in the other end.

“I will have to call you back Ali, I think my brothers just broke one of my mom’s priceless antiques.” Sarah said in a rush, a few seconds later I heard her call her brothers names. “Sorry Ali, I really have to go. Talk to you later!” And with that Sarah hung up.

I stared at my phone in confusion. How much does an antique, actually cost? I shrugged my shoulders, as I began to think about what really was an antique we had a lot of priceless antique and furniture around the house. However, they were strictly off limits, we weren’t allowed to touch. Last time I did, I got in so much hell with my father about touching things that aren’t yours, I still didn’t understand what he meant by that. But I just ignored him and carried on.

I trudged up the stairs as I was looking forward to a good night sleep. When Gavin dropped me off on the street, from there I walked home. When I arrived I called Sarah telling her all about the date, I even told her how Gavin punched a fifteen year old for me for apparently ‘undressing me with his eyes.’

I thought what Gavin did was kind of stupid, like how does one especially a fifteen year old undress you with his eyes? But according to Sarah it was a romantic thing to do from Gavin. I was originally going to call up Holly and tell her what happened on the date but after how she told Ben how I was going on a date with Gavin, I decided otherwise. Like who knows what she would tell Ben later on?

I nodded to the bodyguards who were patrolling up and down the hallway, saying a quick good night. I walked towards the door to my bedroom pushing it open. I couldn’t wait to sleep even though tomorrow we would be rehearsing for our dance, I love Sarah but sometimes she could be a bit too demanding.

“Nice to see your home in one piece,” A voice spoke causing me to shriek dropping my phone on the floor and clutching my racing heart.

“Thomas?” I said looking at my brother confused, “What the hell? You almost gave me a heart attack, wait scratch that you gave me a heart attack!”

Thomas rolled his eyes, getting off my bed. “Stop being over dramatic, Alice.”

I glared at my brother in annoyance, “What do you want?”

“A favor,” He said grinning at me.

“Why would I give you a favor after you gave me a heart attack, and entered my room without permission?” I said picking up my phone from the floor and crossing my arms over my chest.

“Because you wouldn’t want me to tell our dear father that you went out with a boy without his permission, or that you didn’t go without any bodyguards?”

I gave Thomas a flat look, “How do you know I went out with a boy?”

Thomas let out a snort, “I know everything.”

This time it was my turn to snort, “Please you know nothing, and you’re probably just bluffing.”

“Really? Then how do I know that Holly told Ben that you were going out with this dude named Gavin?” Thomas said in a challenging voice.

I just stared at Thomas, I didn’t know how he knew that. However, I didn’t want him telling dad so I had to keep him quiet even if it meant letting him win. “Okay what do you want?”

Thomas smirked at me, “Glad that you see it my way.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Just get on with it.”

“I want you to take me to Thomas Sweet.” He stated.

“Thomas what?” I asked confused.

“Thomas Sweet,” He repeated. “It’s an ice cream store.”

“Why can’t you ask mom or dad to take you? Or even go with one of the guards?” I said confused to why he wants me to go with him, from all people.

“Because dad would draw to much attention, mom is somewhere that only God knows and its weird going somewhere with the guards all they do is stare at you.”

I let out a sigh, “Fine. What time are we leaving?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” Thomas said walking past me and towards the door. He pulled open the door, to turn around at me briefly. “Thanks, Alice. It means a lot to me.” With that Thomas pulled open the door, shutting it softly on his way out.

I sighed as I ran my hands through my fading brown hair. When mom comes back, I really need to go to the salon my hair was starting to come back to its original color. I walked into my bathroom, pondering on the thought to why no one had recognized me yet. I hadn’t really changed up my look much then cutting my hair and dying it a darker shade, but even though people from school hadn’t noticed, I made sure to stay away from paparazzi at all times. But, it wasn’t a big deal anyways there were more focused on my parents then they were on me and Thomas.

I let out a yawn, I didn’t really want to think about anything anymore. All I really wanted was a good night’s sleep, and judging by today’s hectic day, hopefully I would have a good one.

*

“I still don’t understand why? Like from all ice cream parlors you choose this one?” I questioned my younger brother strapping my seatbelt in.

“What’s wrong with the place that I have chosen?” Thomas asked, buckling himself in.

“Nothing. It’s just weird going across town to go and get some ice cream, like you could’ve asked Marco and he would have made you some.” I said sinking into my seat and placing the sunglasses on my face to cover my hideous bags after a restless night. I didn’t know why but I had this odd feeling that something bad was going to happen I don’t know what, but it was something.

“Thomas Sweet isn’t across town, it’s a five minute drive from here. Plus, who wouldn’t want to go somewhere that has the same name after you?”

“I wouldn’t,” I muttered under my breath.

“I would,” Piped Ricky from the front. “But what would be cooler if it was named Ricky Sweet,” Thomas than began to argue with Ricky about how that is a lame name for an ice cream parlor.

“Oh pipe down, you two.” I said trying to get in a comfortable position for what was left of this five minute drive. I pulled out my phone checking if Sarah had replied to my message. I texted her earlier this morning telling her I wouldn’t be able to make it to today’s rehearsal, due to the fact that a brown eyed little monster is making blackmailing me. But of course I didn’t tell her that. Instead I told her that there was a family emergency and I wouldn’t be able to make it. She texted me back saying okay and that she would pass the message onto Gavin, now I was just waiting for her to reply to the message that I sent her asking her if Gavin had responded yet.

“Ignore her Ricky, she’s just mad that I woke her up so early.” Thomas said but the comment was directed to me. 

“No,” I interjected. “I am mad cause your definition of waking someone up is yelling in there ear until they go deaf.”

“Well, you didn’t get up the first time I called your name…” Thomas retorted.

“Yelling in there ear, is not the answer.”

“Enough you two!” Ricky said, cutting into our little argument. “Alice, stop being so grumpy. And Thomas yelling at someone to get up isn’t nice, so enough arguing and can we please just get some ice cream?”

I didn’t notice that we arrived, until Ricky unbuckled his seatbelt and had his body faced to us. I nodded my head willingly as Thomas did the same. We then both unbuckled our seatbelt and climbing out the car.

My eyes scanned the parking lot, there were a few cars here and there but otherwise it was deserted. “Why is it so empty?” Thomas asked, as if he was reading my thoughts.

“Because having ice cream at eleven in the morning isn’t something that most Americans do.” I said smoothing down the skirt I was wearing and fixing up my hair.

“Well they should, after all Americans are one of the best people in the world.”

I looked at Thomas questioningly, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Nothing, I just thought you should know.”

I rolled my eyes as I followed my brother to the entrance of the door where Ricky was waiting patiently, “That is a matter of an opinion.” I muttered under my breath.

Ricky pulled open the door for us as he ushered us inside. The ice cream parlor was a cute place, it had this homey feeling to it. They were a few people enjoying their ice cream or even just sitting down and having a cup of coffee. We made our way up to the front of the parlor.

“So what do you guys want?” Ricky said turning to us, and pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.

“Just a vanilla ice cream,” I said to him.

“You’re so plain,” Thomas said to me his eyes trained at the ice creams displayed in the case. “I want a chocolate ice cream, with caramel, topped with whip cream and sprinkles, please.” Thomas announced licking his lips at the thought of it.

“And you will be diabetic.” I said to Thomas, who paid no attention to me whatsoever.

I looked over to Ricky who was telling the lady behind the register what we wanted. My eyes scanned the parlor, there were a few customers looking at us weirdly. Well, who wouldn’t? Ricky was in a tux and I had sunglasses on even though we were inside.

They soon began to whisper amongst themselves. I knew this would happen, they probably noticed Thomas who was just wearing his regular clothes. I shrugged it off, as long as they didn’t take any pictures I was fine with it. This was normal in my daily life.

“I am going to head off to the bathroom,” I told them.

Ricky nodded his head and Thomas just watched as the old lady behind the counter make his ice cream. As I made my way to the bathroom I heard my phone buzz, I pulled my phone out of my pocket getting a