His Son & I

Chapter 1: Her

"...president was seen outside his residence in Arlington County, with his son and wife. They are packing up and moving out as we speak, headed to the White House. Going live now to Chuck. Chuck?"

"Thanks, Stacy. We're live on the scene. The president is now arriving at the White House, security in tow. We wouldn't want something to go wrong this early in the presidency, right, Stace?"

I glance up in time to see the reporter, Chuck, sending a flirty wink to the camera. I chuckle (haha), thinking about how he will look back on this moment and regret it.

Oh well. I'm just glad that the news channel playing keeps up to date on what's happening. Even though their anchors constantly flirt through the camera, they continue giving updates about the new President of the United States and his family.

Setting my book down, I turn my attention to the screen. The President, his wife, and his son were still on the news, being taped every second of this monumental event in their lives. The President himself was beaming at the cameras and shaking hands with female reporters, who looked like they were going to pass out when the attractive man before them moved on to the next channel. I could see the son in the background, looking disinterested and unhappy. I guess he's not as elated to be the center of attention as his dad.

Focusing even closer on the TV in the front of the classroom, I scrutinize the ginger dawdling in the yard of the giant mansion soon to be his home. I felt kind of bad, honestly. He looked so dejected that I wanted to give him a hug. Obviously, not really. But he was cute.

"The President and his family are currently getting settled in their new home. We'll get back to them at the speech at twelve. Back to you, Stace."

My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Fletcher, or Charlene as she likes to be called, picks up the remote and shuts off the TV.

"Well, class. Since we have just seen this, and we think you should know, Max Altman is going to be attending our school starting next week. His father has requested he not get any special treatment, and that this is kept under wraps. I trust you guys."

The class started chattering as soon as Charlene finished her sentence about the President's son. Wow, Max Altman is coming to be in our school, and since our last names both start with the letter A, I'm pretty sure he'll be in my homeroom. We'll be so close that if I wanted to I could give him a hug, and he won't even have a security detail so I won't get arrested!

"Wait, Charlene! All our last names in this homeroom start with A and B," a girl with brown hair said excitedly, "so wouldn't Max Altman be in our homeroom?"

Uh duh. I just figured that out two minutes ago. I don't know, I'm excited that the President's son is coming to our school instead of some other one but, I can't help feel sorry for the kid when he walks through our doors to find every kid in school looking at him.

The people in this school are so nosy, their parents are usually rich lawyers or something like that. I happen to be one of those types of people, not nosy but I have rich lawyer parents. They share a practice and make a lot of money, but what makes us different from the rest is that we don't boast about it to the world. Our house isn't some luxurious apartment or townhouse right in the middle of Georgetown. No, we live in this cute little townhouse near the river. I like it a lot better than being right in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Well, I think there is a huge possibility of that, Katie," answered Charlene as she winked at the class and sat down at her desk. The chattering resumed and I looked at my watch. The bell would ring in 3...2...1... ring! I picked up my binder, thanked Charlene, and walked into the hallway.

It was three times louder than usual. Looks like the news that Max Altman coming to our school to be a student had traveled quickly. I'm guessing it was Katie or whatever her name was who sent a text message to everyone in the school. From what I've seen, Katie is part of the big group of girls who wear tons of makeup and carry Chanel bags instead of backpacks. The leader of the pack is this girl named Francesca. I think I've seen her in the hallway surrounded by her loyal minions and she might be in some of my classes.

I head to first period which is English, one of my favorite subjects. When I walk into Mrs. Jacobs's classroom, I see Francesca, the leader of the Chanel girls in the back of the room talking to some people, probably Max Altman since the gossip only got out 15 minutes ago.

  I don't have anyone to gossip with about this. The only person who I can really talk to is my brother, Andrew. He's one year older than me, in 10th grade.  I tell him everything! He's got a lot of other friends but he always makes time for me. I'll find him during lunch and hear what he thinks about the President's son coming to our school and everything.

"Okay class, open your books to chapter 15."