The President's Daughter by David Dower (best ebook reader for ubuntu .txt) 📖

care about all the girls you leave heartbroken, all the people you take advantage of, all the people who follow you like lost puppies but you barely give them a second glance.” I stated jamming my finger into his hard chest for emphasis. “You are a terrible person Gavin Storm,” I said looking him directly in the eye.

Gavin’s eyes suddenly darkened as he started clenching his jaw, my eyes trailed down to his hands as I saw he was clenching them in fists. “You can call me a lot of things Ali.” He spat, “But, you can’t call me a terrible person.”

I snorted. “I can’t call you a terrible person really?” I said searching his eyes for an answer. “Nice people say excuse me when they bump into someone, nice people don’t start food fights to get someone back and then ditch them when they get detention for two weeks and then not bothering to show up even once to help, nice people don’t screw people’s best friends then ditch them the next day!” I screamed.

I looked Gavin directly in the eyes we were both winded up due to our screaming fest. I sighed taking a step back from him and running my hands through my hair. I heard a car horn beep as I opened my eyes and saw a black car with the windows tinted as the driver started to roll down his window.

As the window rolled down I saw Ricky sitting in the driver’s seat waving for me to get in the car. I readjusted the strap as my eyes trailed to the ground silently making my way into the car.

I suddenly stopped remembering what I wanted to say before Ricky pulled up. “You might not think you are a terrible person.” I said his eyes boring into mine. “But you sure do act like one,” I whispered.

I spun my heel around stalking to the car, opening the door to the passenger’s seat and buckling myself in as Ricky proceeded to drive. “If I say something about the boy will you explode?”

I turned my head to Ricky. “No, why would you think that?”

“Maybe it is because when you were talking wait excuse me screaming at that boy, you looked ready to kill. He’s lucky I honked the horn or he would’ve been six feet under by now.” He said in amusement.

I rolled my eyes, “I wasn’t going to kill him.”

“It didn’t look like that to me.” He said stopping at the red light and turning to face me. “So why were you going to kill him, give me all the deats.” He said trying to imitate a girl, “Why are you staring at me like that?” He asked confused.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” I said shivering. He rolled his eyes as he pressed the gas to continue to drive home. “So why did you pick me up anyways?”

“Your mom caught me in the hall and asked if I could pick you up from school.” He said. “And anyways it’s only one o’clock why am I picking you up so early?”

“Today was the talent show so it was a half day, and anyways I forgot my bag in my locker and I needed a ride home.” I explained.

“Why couldn’t you have just asked Ben?”

“We aren’t at speaking terms at the moment.” I said quietly.

“What about Holly?”

“Yeah we aren’t at speaking terms either.”

“What the heck did you do that got everyone so mad?” He asked bewildered as we pulled up in front of the gates.

“Me? Holly and Ben were being jerks.” I grumbled crossing my arms over my chest.

“Maybe they had a good reason?” He suggested.

“If you call assuming that I slept with someone and not backing me up a good reason then they had fantastic reasons.” I said sarcastically.

“You slept with someone?” He screamed making me jump.

“What the heck? Who in the right mind told you that?” I asked puzzled.

“Well that’s what you said.” Ricky said shrugging as he put the car in halt. “Don’t blame me if whatever comes out of your mouth sounds sarcastic, it’s not my fault the only language you know is sarcasm.” He said stepping out of the car.

I unbuckled my seat belt as I opened the door, following him into the house. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”

He shrugged walking away. I sighed as I trudged upstairs, once I made it to the second floor I preceded to the end of the hallway. I was walking by Thomas’ room when I saw him on his bed reading a book.

I knocked on his door as his eyes snapped to mine. “Hey, how was school?” I asked stepping in.

Before I started going to regular school Thomas and I were home schooled together by one teacher who taught Thomas and I. “It was good but Ms. Janet gave me this stupid book to read and I have to write a book report about it, and then next week we will start writing essays.” He grumbled.

I felt bad for Thomas, kids who were in public school don’t start writing essays until ninth grade and he was only in the fifth grade. “Have you ever thought that you might want to go to regular school?” I asked him softly.

Thomas closed his book and moved to sit next to me on the edge of his bed. “No, not really. But after you started going and I saw how much fun you are having, I want to ask mom and dad but I am scared.” He admitted shyly.

I chuckled usually Thomas is loud and kind of crazy but sometimes he would get all quiet and the truth comes out, just like at this very moment. “Well I think you should tell them, because no offense but no fifth grade kid wears that.” I said gesturing to his outfit, which consisted of a blue button up shirt, black dress pants and shoes.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, cause you don’t dress this formal around the house,” He said sarcastically.

I smiled this was the longest regular discussion Thomas and I ever had. I ruffled his hair and stood up to leave the room. “Oh by the way, I saw Holly and Ben going to your room ten minutes before you came.” He said opening up his book again.

Holly and Ben are here? And they are in my room together?

I told Thomas quick thanks and exited his room closing the door behind me making my way towards my room located at the end of the hall.

I pressed my ear against the door trying to hear if they were saying anything. After a few seconds it was pretty quiet. “Maybe they left and Thomas didn’t see them leave?” I muttered softly, under my breath.

I twisted the doorknob pushing the door open to reveal the second biggest shock of my life. Chapter Eleven: Make Outs & Run Away's

My eyes darted back and forth from Holly and Ben who were silently moving away from each other, acting like I didn’t just walk into them making out in my room. "What on earth is going on?" I wanted to scream but it only came out as a whisper.

Ben let out a cough trying to fill the awkwardness that was lingering in my room. I looked over at Holly whose eyes were trained on the floor shamefully while her cheeks were flushed pink. Ben on the other hand also had flushed cheeks and his eyes were darting everywhere in the room refusing to meet mine.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. They were no words to describe what I was feeling at the moment.

"I did not just walk into my room and see my two best friends making out with each other." I whispered finally voicing my thoughts.

"It’s not what it looks like." I heard Holly whisper.

I snorted in disbelief, "Don't give me that crap Holly." I hissed at her, "First you accuse me of being a slut when really you are the slut in this friendship."

Holly's eyes widened as hurt came across her face, seconds later she burst into tears. I felt my stomach drop due to knowing that I was the cause of my best friend crying before my very eyes. I shook my head trying to process everything, drawing my attention to Ben who had his face buried in his hands. "You have no right to talk to Holly or myself like that, Alice." I heard him whisper.

"Excuse me? What do you mean I have no right if you saw me and Gavin making out like that what would you do?" I waited for a response but all I got was a blank and defeated look. "Exactly,” I said in triumph.

I looked back over at Holly, who seemed to be crying her eyes out. Every second that I stared at her it took all my will power not to go and console her and stop her from crying. I felt a pair of eyes on me as I looked back at Ben who was watching me with a blank expression.

"I think it would be best for you two if you just leave," I whispered closing my eyes and pointing to the door.

I heard Ben get up from my bed and heard his footsteps walk past me as he escorted a sobbing Holly and himself out of the room.

I heard the door shut as I finally opened my eyes. My vision started to get glassy due to the tears I was holding back. 

"Don't cry," I repeated to myself over and over. "You've cried enough for a day."

I slowly sank to the floor bursting into tears as I cried. What felt like hours later I finally had the strength to get up and lay down onto my bed, trying to sleep ignoring the fact the I had my two former best friends make out on this very bed not hours ago.

"It was for the best." I told myself letting sleep overcome the best of me.

*

"Alice?" I heard someone say.

I yawned, burying my face back into my pillow. I heard the same person’s throat clear as I lifted my head as my eyes darted for the source of the voice that woke me up. My eyes landed to my mother who was tapping her feet impatiently.

"Do you know what time it is?" My mother questioned.

"Morning." I drawled.

"No." She answered back no trace of amusement on her face. "It's eight o'clock," I groaned in return. “Shall I repeat myself Alice? It is eight o’clock on a Monday morning.”

My eyes widened as my head snapped over to my alarm clock resting on the side table beside me. “Why didn’t you wake me?” I questioned frantically.

In return my mother rolled her eyes. “You’re not going to school,” She stated. “And anyways you refused to get out of bed all weekend.”

Well that part was true, all weekend I’ve been in bed refusing to get out. Mom and dad were out of town for the weekend but it didn’t surprise me that she knew, mom knows everything. Melinda stopped by my room to see if I needed anything but I was too busy grieving in guilt to what I said to my best friends to eat, talk and do