The Presidents Daughter

Chapter 1

The overhead automatic AC blew away the humid New York air out of this small cafe called Culture.

Culture was a safe haven for most college kids. Early morning coffee runs ended up in this vintage looking, large cafe.

The New York summer lived up to its awful expectation as usual. The sun was high in the sky, and the air, humid.

My face felt slightly sticky, and always uncomfortably molded. I could feel the gooey plastic like mold around my nose, cheekbones, and chin to start feeling wobbly. But already used to the heat and the outcome, I knew the mold would stay.

I still pressed my fingers down onto the bridge of my nose acting like it was just a weird habit of mine. Something so small of an action, no one really paid it attention.

The cool and still air of the cafe hit me, bringing me instant comfort. I ran my hand through my hair and pushed it back, already annoyed with it.

"What may I get you?"

I snapped my rubber band off of my wrist pulling my hair into a pony.

"What's the coldest, chocolatiest drink on there?" I ask wondering if chocolatiest was even a word.

"How about I prepare a special of mine?" The barista asked putting the order into the machine.

I shrugged. Anything to drink right about now would be fine. Just as long as it was cold, and contained women's best friend: chocolate.

"Your name please?" The barista asks pulling the sharpie up to the light pink and blue cup.

"Savannah, just put in Sav. That would be easier." I say pulling out my card.

Just as I'm about to pass it to her to swipe I hear the door open and in comes running one of my closest friends, Michelle.

"Sav! Get me a green tea ice frappe please." She asks nodding at the barista.

As she's about to swipe my card.

"Put both the bills on my card. I can pay for one drink." I say teasingly.

Michelle only rolls her eyes.

"I'll save us a seat, get the drinks," I say taking my card back and putting it into my wallet, and then the wallet into my small black sling.

I pay no attention to the guy who's been following me all day. I take a seat on the large cushioned chair.

I can see him pulling his baseball cap lower over his head trying to look discreet. He orders himself a drink quietly at the counter. I don't pay it any attention.

I just watch as Michelle grabs both our drinks and sets them down in front of me.

"Here you go," She says popping the drinks onto the table. She sits and stands up again.

"I'm kind of hungry too, want anything?" she asks already moving towards the front.

"I wouldn't mind a muffin!" I say a little loudly so she catches it.

"Got it, anything else?" she asks while giving the order into the barista. I don't pay her any attention as I scrolled through my phone. Staring at the wallpaper.

A picture of my sister, my brother, and I. I missed both of them so much. We smiled with toothy grins and had our arms thrown around each other. Carter stood in the middle with his arm around my shoulders and around Kate's shoulders. His blond hair was messed on top of his head and you could see it was Kate's hand that ruffled it all up.

It was one of the best days. All three of us snuck out of the house and went to a carnival near the next town. We got caught; obviously knowing we were going to with the amount of security around us. But we didn't care.

We quickly snuck out and took Carters, most normal looking car. We even ignored the black car that followed us. In good spirits. And we finally reached, went on all the rides. Ate the crappiest carnival food.

We took the picture when Kate turned to both of us and said that this was a memory we three needed to remember. A day, where all three of us stood happily and were treated like normal teenage kids.

I didn't even realize Michelle was back and glancing at the screen with curiosity.

I quickly clicked the off button on my phone before she could see the picture. She didn't say anything as she set the food on the table in front of me, and I tore off a bit of the muffin.

"This is so good, I'm so excited for spring break!" Michelle says sitting in front of me and biting into her breakfast burrito.

I roll my eyes and remember that my spring break plans were just I hanging out with my parents and attending important state dinners with my brother and sister.

"I have to spend the week and a half at home with my family. So not excited for that." I say not even lying. I was not in the mood to socialize, I would much rather spend time with my mom and dad and my siblings eating junk and watching movies. If this were Thanksgiving, we would be having the best time ever. All of us chitchatting, sitting around the dinner table.

I was seriously missing home.

"I'm excited!" Michelle says squealing.

"Going to Miami for spring break is the biggest cliché ever," I say as a response to a small laugh.

"I wouldn't mind going to Miami," I say again. Michelle rolls her eyes.

"Girl! We told you to come! If you want you can still book a ticket and come with all of us. We all can finally get laid; it's been too damn long with our workload. I can't wait for next year when everything's going to be so boring." She says as I nod along to her explanation.

It was true, senior year of college was the best because most people finish off studying earlier on. So all of us working our asses off to have fun next year was an okay reason.

"You need to get laid. I don't need to get anything." I say

Michelle leans forward to whisper something to me, so I lean forward too.

"I think that dude is stalking you." She discreetly moves her head in the direction of the baseball cap.

I cleared my throat.

"Why would you think that?" I asked taking a sip of my drink, which tasted like heaven.

"Because I saw him today morning near campus, and then I saw him after class and then I see him here. That can't be a coincidence." But before I can say anything I group of men wearing suits rush into the room and the door opens. The whole café with only about 30 people turns to look.

"Oh my god!" murmurs break out in the room and you can see the flashes of camera's going off.

"POTUS has landed. I repeat: POTUS has landed." Says the intercom in the café and I cringe.

"Shit." I say out loud and Michelle's head whips towards me.

"It's the freaking president!" Michelle says but I don't pay attention to her, I turn towards the most powerful man in the United States of America walking towards me.

I glare at him and speak up

"Hey, dad."