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

out to him, who was already making his way down the hallway.

“What? Are you going to apologize?”

“No, I was going to tell you that if you ditched you are going to get suspended.” I told him honestly, trying to contain my smirk.

Gavin replied by turning around and walking down the hall, a few seconds later he lifted his hand giving me the middle finger and storming off.

*

“I can’t believe you are going to Europe, God please take me with you.” Holly groaned burying her head in her hands.

I took a bite out of my apple, munching on it before replying. “I would if I could, how do you think I feel being stuck on a plane with Thomas for eight hours?”

“Well the plane ride might be hell, but at least you get to meet some cute boys. Please bring me back one.” Holly said grabbing on to my arm, pleading.

I gave her look, “I am not bringing you back a boy, maybe a souvenir but not a boy.”

“Can my souvenir be a boy?” Holly asked.

“Holly!” I warned.

“I’m done,” She replied waving her hands up in surrender.

I gave her a flat look, continuing to munch on my apple. “I hope you were kidding.”

“I was, relax your tits woman!”

I was about to reply when I heard books slam, causing my head to turn to the source of the noise. “Hey, guys.” Ben muttered taking a seat next to me.

“Hey,” Holly replied cheerfully.

“What’s this?” I said skipping hellos and getting straight to the point.

“This is all my work I am going to miss going to Europe with you and your family.” Ben said opening up a textbook and burying his head into it.

“What do you mean, miss?”

“What do you mean, Europe?”

“We are going for a week and a half,” Ben said lifting his head and removing his hair from his eyes.

“You are going to Europe too?” Holly asked, letting out a cry. “Why does everyone leave me?”

I ignored Holly turning back to Ben, “My mom said we are only going for the Spring Break. I can’t go any more than that I have a drama dance due, the Tuesday we come back and Mrs. Moore won’t move dates, she is very big on performances.”

“Did you tell her that you have a drama dance?” Ben questioned. I nodded my head, “Well that’s probably why. She didn’t want to tell you until we were on the trip.”

I groaned, “Gavin and Sarah are both going to murder me, and don’t get me started on Mrs. Moore she will kill me for skipping.”

“You aren’t technically skipping,” Holly pointed out.

“Whatever, I am going to go find Gavin and deliver the news to him. Be right back,” I said getting up and walking to where Gavin was seated.

As I got closer to the table, I noticed Ashley had her arm wrapped around Gavin’s. When I got close to the table I stopped causing all conversations happening prior to my arrival to stop, “Hey, may I borrow Gavin for a minute?”

“No you may not,” Ashley said snapping at me.

I sighed opening my mouth to speak, but Gavin had beat me to it. “Relax, I can answer for myself.” He told her, looking back at me. “I hope you are here to apologize for what you said in the morning.”

“What did she say?” Ashley asked, glaring at me.

I just rose my eyebrows, looking at Gavin with a blank look. “No, I am not here to apologize, I didn’t even do anything wrong.” I told him, to be honest I didn’t do anything, I did try to apologize but who am I kidding? If it was you in the conversation you would probably act the same why I did.

“I just wanted to tell you that I am not here, on Monday or Tuesday that we get back from Spring Break, so you have to work with Sarah on the dance.”

“Why are you telling me this now? Why not tomorrow?” He asked shrugging his arm off Ashley as she tried to hold it again.

“Cause after the situation we had earlier, I didn’t think you would show up.”

“Makes sense, just text me later on.” He said waving his hands dismissively.

“She has your number?” Ashley shrieked.

“Yeah, is that a problem?” Gavin asked, looking at Ashley as if she was challenging him.

She shook her head in response to his question. “You know what,” I said speaking up. “This conversation is between a and b, I am just going to ‘c’ myself out.” I said in a joking matter, I let out a chuckle as everyone at the table stared at me with confused and blank looks.

“I am just going to go,” I said turning around and walking away. “Well that wasn’t embarrassing at all…” I muttered under my breath. Chapter Twenty-Eight: Belgium Swimming

“Do you have some peanuts?” Thomas asked the flight attendant, as we were getting ready for lift off.

“Yes we do, would you like some?” The flight attendant asked, Thomas.

He nodded his head in reply, the flight attendant walked away most probably getting the peanuts Thomas had just asked for. “Why do you want peanuts? Last time I checked you hated them,” I asked Thomas closing the magazine I had in my hand and giving him my full attention.

“Well, what was I supposed to order?” He asked, buckling himself in.

“Anything, else.” I said, in a duh tone.

He shrugged, “It’s too late now. She already went to get my peanuts.”

I rolled my eyes, looking back at the magazine I was reading. But I wasn’t really reading it, or even looking at the pictures. Instead my mind was somewhere else, and if your guess is Gavin, then you are right. After the whole situation, at the lunch table. The next day Gavin showed up to Drama class, so did Sarah. We taught her the dance, and actually got the whole thing completed. I just kind of wished that I was the one doing the dance with Gavin, not Sarah.

“First stop, Belgium!” I heard someone announce, I looked up and saw Ben and his parents coming aboard the plane. “Hello, Alice, Thomas.” Ben’s father said to us.

“Hello,” Thomas said. It looked like the flight attendant had already returned with Thomas’ peanuts because he was already stuffing a bunch into his mouth.

“Hey, Alice.” Ben said coming and seating next to me, “You don’t mind if I sit, here do you?” He said directing his attention to the empty seat next to me.

I shook my head, “No it’s fine. But, if you do start chewing and eating like Thomas is at the moment.” I said looking at my younger brother in disgust. “I might just have to ask you to sit elsewhere…”

Ben let out a chuckle, “Trust me. I won’t.” He said looking at Thomas, crinkling his nose, most probably in disgust. “I thought he hated peanuts.” Ben said to me.

“Trust me, I did too.”

“Attention passengers, we will be taking off in the next two minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the ride.” Said a lady over the announcement, it was most probably the same lady who gave Thomas his peanuts.

“Here,” Ben said handing me over a piece of gum.

“Is this your way of telling me my breath stinks?” I said in a joking mater.

Ben, laughed but shook his head. “I thought you might want it for the lift off.”

I shook my head, denying the piece of gum. “No, thanks. I’ve been on a plane many times I am use to it by now.”

Ben shrugged, “Suit yourself.” He then popped the piece of gum in his mouth, taking out his headphones and placing them over his ear.

I shortly did the same, I was in no mood for talking or hearing Thomas’ voice for the next eight hours, soon the sound of John Legends’ All of me, blasted through my ears, sending me into true bliss.

*

“Can I wake her?” I heard a voice ring through my ears.

“It depends on your definition of wake her.” I heard a second voice say.

I snuggled into my seat trying to block the sound of the two voices speaking. Like can’t they see that someone is trying to sleep?

“Well can one of you just wake her up, already? We will be landing in the next five minutes and Thomas you have to be seated in your seat.” I heard a new voice say, it sounded feminine it was most probably my mother.

My eyes fluttered opened, as I rubbed my hands on my eyes, I felt drowsy. “Ugh, she’s awake.” Thomas said grumbling walking back to his seat.

“Good evening to you too, Thomas.” I mumbled, stretching in my chair.

“Actually it is two in the morning in Brussels, and it is eight in the evening in Washington.” Ben said, “The time difference between the two is six hours,” Ben explained.

“So it’s morning?” I said sitting up straighter in my chair. He nodded his head, “Were you up this whole flight?” I asked changing the topic.

He nodded his head, “Yeah, you passed out a few minutes into the flight and Thomas passed out a couple of hours into it. Sally gave him some ice cream, and I guess it knocked him out sooner than we all expected.”

“Who?” I asked, I had no idea who this Sally chick was.

“The flight attendant, her name is Sally.”

“Oh,” I said nodding my head. I was still feeling the after effects of the sleep, my back was hurting due to the position I fell asleep in.

“Attention passengers, we will be arriving in Brussels Airport in the next few minutes please fasten your seatbelts and I hope you enjoyed your flight on Air force one.” I heard the same lady, Sally say over the intercom.

I felt the plane begin to descend as I grabbed my elbow rest gripping it. I always hated the feeling when the plane begins to land, I always got butterflies in my stomach and it did kind of scared me.

When I felt the plane touch the ground, my nerves began to calm down a little. I knew it was a matter of seconds when the plane would finally come to a stop and we would be off this death trap, as some people would say.

“Thank you for flying with us on Air force one, I hope you enjoyed your flight and have a great stay!”

I unbuckled my seatbelt grabbing my luggage that was placed above me, pulling it down and making my way of the plane.

I smoothed out my skirt, fixing my hair before I left the plane, usually they would be paparazzi outside waiting for my father’s arrival but since it was two in the morning in Brussels I didn’t know. “How do I look?” I asked turning to Ben.

“What?” He asked confused.

“Is my hair alright, I don’t have drool on my face either, do I?”

He shook his head, “No you don’t have any drool and your face looks fine, you look beautiful.” I heard him say quietly.

My eyes widened, I wasn’t expecting that. “Um, thanks.” I said quietly, giving him a small smile, trying to shrug of the fact that he called me beautiful like it wasn’t a big thing.

He nodded his head, as I turned around making my way of the plane. I passed by Thomas who was talking to Barbra, Ben’s mom.