Mr. President | jb

six.

On Monday, everything felt different. I was in a jittery, exciting mood; smiling at everyone, bringing in coffee--everything was going by perfect until I saw Sahara.

Honestly, she is starting to annoy me.

I understand that she is my friend, but she is not very understanding and she's very judgmental if you do something that she wouldn't do.

"So, what's going on with Mr. President?" She questions as she walks into my office with me with books and binders in her arm.

"What are you talking about?" My heart stopped beating in my chest. My stomach was doing somersaults and my body was heating up by the second. Did she know?

"You two disappeared together on the balcony. So...what's going on?" She closes the door and sits on my desk, sitting the blue binders down. I glanced over at them, they were labeled "Contact Information of White House Representatives" and "How to Move Around the White House".

"Nothing is going on, Sahara. All we did was go on the balcony together for some fresh air. Why are you all of a sudden interested in what the president and I are doing?"

I snap my neck at her.

"I'm just asking. I heard that he had quite a past and it seemed weird how close you guys are now."

What is she talking about? A "past"?

"Really? Are we going to argue about this again?"

What type of past is she talking about? I want to ask her, but it might seem too suspicious to ask.

"I don't know. It just seemed weird that you guys would just disappear on the balcony together." She shrugs her shoulders and then fondles with a piece of her hair.

"All we did was go to the balcony to get some fresh air. I was just looking outside. That's it."

"OOOOooo, seems romantic," she bats her lashes.

*

"Here's your schedule for the next week," I throw a packet of papers on Justin's desk.

He closes the cap on his highlighter and then looks at me confused. "Bernie," he speaks, referring to his secret service guard, "could you step out and close the door?"

Bernie nods, steps out and shuts the door lightly.

"And your problem is?" Justin whispers, looking over at the door.

"What type of past do you have, Justin?," I attempt to keep my voice low.

"Lana...what are you talking about?" Justin furrows his eyebrows in confusion. He then opens a drawer, puts the schedule inside and shuts it and whispers, "Are you going to say something?"

"What type of past do you have? Sahara told me something and...I don't know," I shake my head in confusion. Now, I just feel stupid for believing Sahara's stupid antics. It's not a secret that she doesn't want me near Justin. I'm so unsure of why.

"What? What are you...," he sighs. "Just sit."

I pull out a chair and I have a seat. "What do you want to know?" Justin asks, just like that.

"That's it? That's all your going to say? Just like that?"

"Yup. We have to be honest with each other, so, you can ask me anything."

Where should I even start?