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

scrunching up in distaste. “I don’t want her to be my girlfriend, girls have cuties.” He said stomping his foot.

I stood up, “Fine but don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.” I said muttering under my breath.

I brought Garrett to the park to meet one of his ‘friends’ but in my opinion it was really his girlfriend. He just did not know it yet, every week Garrett would come home asking me to take him to the park to meet his ‘friends’. However it got to the point where I began to realize it was a different girl every week. I swear, I think he was catching on to my habits because very soon he will be breaking hearts everywhere he goes. Not that he wasn’t doing it now.

“Garrett, do you think that’s her over there?” I said pointing to the little blonde girl holding a ladies hand, they were scoping the park and my best guess was that it was Garrett’s ‘friend’.

I looked to my left and saw the spot empty next to me, “Shit. Shit. Shit,” I swore spinning looking for my brother, “I swear to fucking God Garrett,” I muttered, scanning the area for a bright blue eyes four almost five year old. When I didn’t see him panic began to rise within me, as I broke into a slow jog.

I continued to jog through the park as I scanned the area. I stopped running for a moment when I noticed a little boy, talking to two people. As I got closer I realized that it was Garrett, I began to jog quicker this time.

“Garrett,” I muttered under my breath as I caught up to him. I let out a sigh, opening my mouth to thank the two strangers for not running off with him. “Ali?” I said confused, “What are you doing here,” I then looked over at the person next to her. “With him?” I said in distaste.

Ali looked in confusion as she looked at all three of us who was waiting patiently for an answer, “Oh shit.” I heard her mutter.

“That’s a bad word,” My brother said, speaking up.

I crossed my arms, ignoring Garrett. “Aren’t you going to answer my question?”

She ran her fingers through her brown locks as she looked at all of us in frustration. She seemed to be having an inner battle within her, “I-I don’t.” She began.

“She doesn’t have to answer to you,” I heard Ben mutter who was glaring at me.

A small smirk began to form on my face. I knew that look anywhere, he always use to give me that look whenever I interrupted something important. “Did I interrupt something Benji?”

He narrowed his eyes at me, “Actually you did.” He said to me taking a step towards me.

I chuckled, He was trying to act tough around Ali but I knew he was actually a real pussy. I noticed his arm was in a sling I looked back at Ben, “Let me guess?” I said nodding to his broken arm, “You fell down the stairs?” I said chuckling. “You always were the clumsy, pudgy kid growing up.”

Ben turned around his face growing red. I smirked, knowing that I embarrassed him in front of his crush. I knew he had a crush on Ali it was so obvious the way he followed her around everywhere. I looked at Ali, who was staring at me with a blank look. “What?” I said, confused to why she was staring at me.

“Apologize.”

“What?” I questioned.

“Apologize,” She repeated once more.

“Why?” I asked confused.

“Because you have no right judging people like that,” Ali said her brown eyes narrowing at me. “Now I am not going to ask you again, but apologize now.”

A smirk began forming on my face it might sound weird but she was kind of turning me on the way she was acting all bossy and such. I turned to look at Ben who was silently glaring at me, “Fine. I am sorry Benji.” I mocked.

He rolled his eyes at me, “Piss off.”

I shrugged my shoulders not caring, “Fine. Whatever,” I said then turning to my little brother who was sticking his hand in his mouth looking at us in wonder. “Let’s go Garrett,” I said pulling his hand out of his mouth. “And what did I tell you?”

Garrett said nothing just looking up at me in silence, I began to drag him away when Ali called me back. “Gavin?” She said looking at something in concentration, “What’s that on your neck?”

I shrugged trying to see what she was talking about, however it was impossible. “I don’t know, probably a hickey or something.”

“What’s a hic- eee?” Garrett said his face scrunching up.

I clamped my hand over Garrett’s mouth, “Don’t say that.” I said warning him. The last thing I really needed is him bringing it up on the dinner table.

“That’s what you said last time,” He said whining and stomping his foot. “When I said fook.”

“It’s fuck,” Ben said walking towards us, smirking at me.

“Why the fuck would you tell him?” I hissed at Ben glaring at him. I suddenly felt pain in my right leg, as I realized someone just kicked me in the shin. “Ow! What the fu-“ I felt the same pain this time on my other leg, I fell down clutching my leg. I looked up and saw Ali glaring at me, “What the heck did you do that for?” I said hissing at her this time.

“You tell Garrett not to swear yet you do it right in front of him?” She whispered to me.

“It’s not my fault, he.” I said directing my anger towards Ben. “Started it.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” Ali said walking over to Ben kicking him in the shin as well.

“Ow, what did I do?” Ben yelled clutching his right leg with his good arm.

“Don’t play dumb, with me.” She said harshly. “You know exactly what you did.” She said to him.

“You know for someone who took a bullet for you, you don’t seem very thankful.” Ben retorted.

My ears perked up, bullet? He took a bullet for her? I looked at the two in wonder, I shook my head it was most probably a metaphor or something.

“Look,” Ali said standing beside my brother and grabbing his hand. “When you two or done being sissies, you can come join us for ice cream or not. It doesn’t really matter to me.”

“Yeah call us sissies when you just kicked us in the shin,” I heard Ben grumble.

I got up from the floor, as I looked at Ben. He hasn’t really much changed his shaggy hair was still the same-just longer and his attitude didn’t change much either, still the controlling goody two shoes. Chapter Thirty-Three: James vs. Storm

“What?” I said touching my cheek, “Is there something on my face?”

“What?” Garrett asked looking confused.

“Pardon?”

“Pardon?” He said repeating after me.

“Are you copying me?” I asked crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes at the little boy, a small smile on my face.

“Are you copying me?” He repeated, smiling showing off his two front missing teeth.

“What happened to your teeth?” I asked leaning across the table and looking at the four year old in wonder.

“What happened to your teeth?”

I let out sigh. I hope this doesn’t continue because I am definitely not in the mood to deal with this the whole time. “How about this, if you stop copying me I will buy you the all you can eat pancakes. Does that sound like a deal?” I asked the little boy.

He crossed his arms, a small pout appearing on his face. “Can I get some syrup?”

I nodded my head, smiling. For a four year old boy he was smart I had to give him that, maybe it was because he was siblings with Gavin. Nevertheless, this boy knew how to get his way and it was pretty adorable in my opinion.

I opened up my menu, scanning the items to see what drinks we could order. “Excuse me,” I said raising my hand and calling the boy who just walked past me. “Waiter?” I said calling upon him again.

He turned around looking straight at me, then coming towards me. “Yes?” He asked.

“Can we order?” I asked politely closing my menu and grabbing the one that was placed in front of Garrett and placing them in a pile.

The boy nodded his head, he looked around my age. He had short blonde hair and green eyes that stood out, he was pretty cute in my opinion but wasn’t really my type.

“What would you like to order?” He asked looking down at his notepad and back at me.

“We will take two all you can eat pancakes and two large chocolate milks.” I wasn’t sure if Garrett was going to finish the food or the large chocolate milk I got him. But if worse comes to worse, I could just finish it.

“Sure is that all?” He asked placing his notepad and pen back into his pocket.

I nodded my head, looking at Garrett who had his fingers in his mouth and attention was out the window. “Yeah, that would be all. Thanks.”

He nodded his head, looking at me curiously. “Is there something on my face or something?” I said feeling my face to see if there was any dirt or anything.

The blonde boy chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re that new kid. The one Gavin and Ben are fighting for.”

I knitted my eyebrows in confusion. “Pardon, me?”

He shook his head, “Never mind. I will be back with your meal shortly.” He said nodding his head at me and walking away.

“Hey!” I called out to him, but it looked like he didn’t hear me because he kept walking. I made a mental note when the boy came back with our food to ask him what he meant by that.

“Ali?” I heard someone say, “Oh, thank God.” I turned around and saw Gavin looking at me, in relief. He came up to me shoving me towards the wall of the booth as he made room for himself beside me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him, ignoring the urge to strangle him for shoving me like that. I told him that Garrett and I were going out for ice cream, this was the last place I thought he was to look.

“This place means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”

He nodded, “My mom was actually the one who enrolled me in dance classes. She was a dancer herself, I was pretty sure she wanted a girl not a boy. Or else she wouldn’t have put me in dance in the first place.”

I chuckled, “What happened to her?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re talking about your mom, in past tense.”

He shook his head, “Nothing happened. Let’s just get working okay?”

I nodded my head as I dropped the subject, “There’s some of my dance clothes in the closet.”

“You sure there isn’t like a bug on it or anything?” I asked grabbing the clothes from the closet. “Why the hell is it in here if this place is going to be demolished?”

“I want to keep something of me, so when the building goes down I will know that there was always a piece of me going down with it.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“You don’t make any sense. Now, just put on the clothes