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

trust issues you snapped at me.”

“Well, you are wrong. I did not snap, I simply yelled.” Gavin said, clarifying.

I shook my head, “That is not making the situation any better…”

“Whatever, now answer my question. Did you say you trusted me?”

I nodded my head, “Yes, I said I trusted you.”

“Do you actually, or are you just spewing out lies?” Gavin questioned, his dark brown eyes going wide and his face getting closer to mines.

I pushed his face away from mine, “For God’s sake can you please get to the point?”

“Okay, I am going to be completely honest with you.” He began, looking at me now with a serious face. “You told me you trusted me, but If you really do trust me. Why do you make me drop you off at the side of the road? Why don’t you want me to drop you home?”

“I like walking, plus I am fine with it,” I sated.

“And I am fine with driving you,” He argued back.

I rolled my eyes, “What is the big deal? My house isn’t that far, plus walking is good exercise.”

“If it isn’t that far, than why don’t I drive you?” He said, turning on the engine.

“No.” I said, reaching over to the ignition and turning it off.

“Why are you so against me driving you home? A-are you embarrassed of me?” He asked, sounding offended.

“What? Why would you think that?” I asked, bewildered.

“Then why don’t you want me to drop you home?”

“Because,” I responded, running out of ideas. I couldn’t exactly tell him the truth.

“Because what?”

“Because Gavin,” I began, finally giving up. “I do not want you to know where I live. Happy?”

Gavin just looked at me, his eyes refusing to meet mine. “What? Afraid I will egg your house or something?” He asked, bitterly. Chapter Thirty-Seven: Realizing the Truth

“W-what is it?” I asked, hesitantly as I approached my brother’s computer.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Thomas said, motioning for me to come closer.

I walked to his computer, as I read the article that was displayed on the screen. “What’s this article about?” I asked, Thomas turning my head from the screen to look at Thomas.

“Maybe, you should just read it for yourself,” My mom suggested.

I nodded my head, turning my attention back onto the computer screen.

Mother of two Commits Suicide days after giving Birth

A young mother has committed suicide by driving into a beam pole, just after 7:30 p.m. just days after she gave birth to a baby boy. Washington D.C Authorities say, that the mother Millie Storm, 30, has been unhappy or depressed with her life causing her to commit suicide leaving behind a thirteen year old boy and a new baby boy. The boy was born prematurely and is now in Intensive Care, there is no word from the family as Officers search deeper into this investigation.

My jaw dropped open as I felt tears prickling the corners of my eyes. There was a lot more to the article, but I didn’t want to read on. I would much rather hear it from Gavin himself than an article that might have not got all its facts right and I speak from experience.

“Why’d you stop?” I heard Thomas ask, breaking me from my trance.

“Because, it doesn’t feel right.” I said, softly.

“You would much rather ask the boy himself, won’t you?” My mom asked.

I nodded my head, “How did you know?”

“You were mumbling your thoughts aloud,” She stated.

I rolled my eyes, “Of course I was.”

“Do you want to see a picture of his mom?” Thomas asked.

I shook my head. “Thanks but no thanks. I would much rather hear the story and listen to Gavin as he explains his story, rather than my younger brother who is a creep.” I stated, “Gathering his information from the internet.”

“What else is the internet for? All people really do now a days is creep on others and ask google for every possible answer. What else do you think I do with my time?”

I looked back at my mother waiting for her to reply to what Thomas had just said. But, instead of paying attention to Thomas and realizing the way his brain works-differently.

She was staring at me. “What?”

“You really like the boy, enough to be patient and wait for him rather than have your brother spill all the details.” My mother stated.

I shrugged my shoulders in return, “So what if I do?”

“Then, I trust you and this boy.”

“You already trusted me with him, you basically handed me off. Might as well sign me off to him now, mother.” I said sarcastically.

My mother rolled her eyes, “My job is done.” She said, getting up from her seat and walking outside towards the door. A few seconds later we heard her shout, “Whose food is this in the hall?”

“Shit…” I muttered, under my breath.

*

The next day I found myself slouching in my seat as Ms. Angel explained to us the female and male human body. We were doing a unit on Health and let me say, there was things I never knew, that I know now, enough to make me sick.

I watched as Gavin stiffen, “You know nothing about me, nerd. Now stop acting like you do.”

With that he brushed past me, knocking my shoulder with his chest as he pushed open the door walking out the door with no other words. The situation felt too familiar.

“You shouldn’t have done said that,” Ben said, interrupting my thoughts.

I jumped, forgetting that Ben was standing next to me. “What?”

“What happened to his mother is a touchy subject for him.”

“That would have been useful information, before I ran my mouth.”

“It’s not my fault you don’t know how to control that mouth of yours,” Ben muttered. I rolled my eyes, as I stared at the doors that Gavin just went through. “Can I ask you a question?” He asked,

“You just did.”

Ben rolled his eyes, ignoring me. “Do you like Gavin?”

“What?”

“Do you like Gavin?” He repeated.

“Why are you asking me that?”

“Do you like Gavin?” He asked, once more.

“What does it matter?” I said, switching the subject.

“Do you like Gavin?”

“Are you going to keep repeating the same stupid question until I answer you?” I asked.

“Do you like Gavin?” He asked, for the fifth time.

I let out a sigh, “I will take that as a yes.”

“So do you like Gavin?” Ben pressed.

I ran my hands through my hair, “If I say yes will you stop?”

“I will stop if you give me an honest answer.”

I looked at Ben for a second, pondering on his question. I know I didn’t like Ben, he was more of a friend and brother. And besides my father, Ricky and Uncle Robbie, Gavin was the only male person in my life. Sure, Gavin was reckless and stupid. But it is what made him, him and even with all his stubborn and bipolar moments, it was his qualities and that’s what made him, Gavin.

“I-I think I do…” I muttered, quietly. Realizing that I was beginning to fall for this stupid, annoying, secretive, bad boy. Call it cliché if you will.

“Then what are you doing standing here?” Ben asked, appalled. “Go after him!” He urged.

I raised my eyebrows, “Since when did you become supportive?”

“Since five minutes ago, I realized that I need to get over you.”

I snorted, “Okay. But, how do you even know he is still out there?”

“He’s not.”

“Then why are you telling me to chase after him?”

“He’s not in the parking lot. But he is walking home.” Ben said, explaining it further.

“How do you know he is walking home?” I questioned.

“Since, someone punctured his tires this morning.” Ben said, grinning.

“Do I even want to ask?”

Ben shook his head, “No. Now go after him!”

I rolled my eyes, pushing open the front doors of the school and sprinting. Chasing after a certain brown eyed, messy haired bad boy. Whoever said, boys usually do the chasing, it was the complete opposite in this situation.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Your Last Chance

My feet hit the floor in a continuous beat as I sprinted trying to catch up with Gavin. When I noticed his messy brown hair just a few feet away from me I called out his name, he turned around looking at me in confusion.

“Gavin!” I said, breathlessly as I slowed down trying to catch my breath.

“Ali?” He replied, confused.

“J-just give me a minute to catch my breath,” I huffed, grabbing Gavin’s arm for support as I tried to get my heart rate to go back to its normal beat.

“Wow,” He said, after a while. “You are seriously unfit.”

When I finally caught my breath I gave him a glare. “Excuse me, but I am fit.” I argued, “I have abs.”

“Where? Under your stomach fat?” Gavin asked, a smirk on his face.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re an asshole you know that?”

“Yeah, I am asshole that you are out of breath for.”

I breathed in deeply trying to stop the urge from strangling him. “I am out of breath because I might be a little out of shape…”

“So you admit it?”

I groaned, “Look, me being unfit is not the point.”

“Then what is the point?” He asked, his brown eyes narrowing.

“If you shut up and let me explain maybe I will tell you.” I spat, he kept quiet, staring at me with a blank look on his face. “I’m sorry, I know there is a chance you might never forgive me. But, at least I realize what I said was wrong.”

Gavin stared at me, looking at me thoughtfully. “Give me one good reason why I should accept it?”

“Because I am adorable and your best friend?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. Gavin just stared at me, his expression of a blank look, didn’t change. I let out a sigh, “You should forgive me because I am not a heartless bitch.”

“You could’ve fooled me,” Gavin muttered, under his breath. I clenched my jaw ignoring him. I never expected him from all people to say that to my face, but I should’ve known. “If you are done with your pity apology, I will go. Because if you haven’t forgotten, I am mad at you.” Gavin spat.

“You don’t look that mad.”

Gavin’s expressionless face was quickly replaced with a scowl that seemed to be permanently etched onto his face. “Okay you are mad. Look, I get it. And I am sorry but I want to fix whatever this is.”

“Fine, you got one minute to say what you want,” He stated.

“What? That’s not fair!”

“Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven…” He began counting down.

I raised my hands in surrender, “Okay! Okay! Look, as I mentioned before,