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"What took you so lo–" My Mom started but when she turned around and see Lexa, her mouth slammed shut as she bowed.

"No, no! Don't bow before me, Ms. Griffin." Lexa said politely and placed her hands on my mother's shoulders, stopping her. "I am no royalty and I am no better than anyone in this room. You must treat me as if you dont know that I'm the President's bratty daughter," She paused and frowned before she continued, "Treat me like I'm a normal person."

"But what is normal?" I snapped. She turned around to look at me with an eyebrow raised, "There is no such thing as normal, Lexa. You get to be treated the way people see you, my mother doesn't see you as the president's bratty daughter we both see you as the next president of the world." I said and looked at her in sympathy.

I know that she knew what people think of her. People don't really like Lexa for no reason. It's probably because she's the president's daughter, the president who destroyed half of the world. Except for France, of course.

"Okay," Lexa muttered and looked at my mother apologetically, "Sorry, Ms. Griffin, I–I just don't like it when people treat me as if I'm better than them. I'm not better than anybody, we're all equal." She said and lowered her gaze on the ground.

I sighed and grabbed her arm, "Okay enough with this shi–ship–Lexa and I are going upstairs, she needs to help me with my homework."

My mother merely nodded as I ran upstairs, dragging the other girl with me. We walked through the hallways and she looked around in fascination. I wondered why.. I only live in a small Victorian home while she has a huge mansion that was almost the size of the White House (but the White House didn't exist anymore, sadly it was blown up by the bombs.)

"Why do you look so interested?" I asked the girl as she shook her head slightly as if she was snapping herself out of her own trance and looked at me.

"Oh!" She stammered and smiled nervously, "I-I've never been to your house before." She said, nervously, her Australian accent coming out.

I arched an eyebrow at her. Why was she so nervous though? I brushed it off and opened my bedroom door. I entered my room and my eyes darted into different directions on my room. Shit, I forgot to clean my room.

There were books on the floor, also I forgot to put my sketchbook back in my closet. I hurried to my sketchbook because I may or may not have drawn her this one time. I shoved it in my closet as Lexa looked around with her eyes widened.

"Wow, it's smells great here." She beamed as she sat on my bed, still looking around.

"It smells great?" I blurted out confusingly looking at her in disbelief as she gave me a smile and a nod, "What do you mean it smells great? It smells like me in here." I said.

Honestly my room doesn't smell like anything but I'm guessing it smells like something because she said that.

"Well, maybe it's because you smell great," She said and grinned.

I blushed and walked over to my backpack, purposely letting my hair fall down on my face so she wouldn't see how flushed I was.

"Okaaay," I started, stretching the a's as I bent down to take out my notebook. When I turned back around to look at Lexa, she was looking at... my ASS.

I was so uncomfortable. It wasn't that I don't like her, it's just... I feel self-consious plus it feels weird when a friend of yours, checked your butt out in a not-so-chaste manner.

I cleared my throat when Lexa's eyes moved up to my cleavage.

CREEP.

I self-consiously pulled up my shirt higher so she wouldn't look at my cleavage as I sat beside her on my bed. I looked at her to see her smirking at me.