The President Daughter

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven:

The Next Day:

Stella's POV

I got ready for school the next day. I was wearing my uniform (a/n: the uniform looks like the boys' uniform in JONAS tv show). I walk down the stairs with my bag and went to the kitchen of the White House to where my cousins, aunts and uncles were.

Stella: good morning

Everybody: good morning Stella

I sat down beside Alena and Natasha. I notice that my mom wasn't here this morning. I didn't really care about my dad because he never has breakfast with us anymore anyways.

Stella: so where's my mom?

Aunt Demi: sorry sweetie she had to go to work early

Stella: oh okay, I understand I'm just gonna head off to school

Joe: aren't you hungry?

Stella: no, I'm good

Kevin: but breakfast is the most important meal of the day

Stella: (annoyed) I said I'm good!

I yelled which made everybody stop talking to look at me.

Stella: (huff) I'm gonna head off now, bye.

I grab my lunch that my chef prepared for us that had my name on it. I sigh when Aunt Demi hand me a snack bar, I apologize to Chef Victor for missing out on breakfast and took it.

I grab my helmet and headed outside, but I was stopped by a random man who seems to work for my father. He was outside standing like a statue from where my bike was supposed to be.

Stella: where's my bike?

???: your father thinks it best if you take the limo because of the paparazzi

Stella: but-

I stop myself.

Stella: never mind, who are you?

???: I'm your body guard for now on, your father has sent me. My name is Steve (puts hands out)

Stella: (cross arm) great my dad can't trust me anymore, so he sent out a security guard from the agency to babysit me.

Steve: I don't babysit, I guard

Stella: whatever, how am I'm getting to school if I can't ride my bike like a normal person

Steve: limo

Stella: (mumbles) now I'm going to get more attention at my school, just what I needed

He ignored me and beckoned me to follow him. I had not choice but to do so and I followed him to the car. He opened the door for me and I sigh and got in. I put my stuff inside and tap on my security shoulder to get his attention.

Stella: could we make a quick stop? Please...

He nods and I told him the directions. We finally pulled up and I called my best friend Molly on my regular phone (a/n: she has two phones her other phone is for emergency and the one she now is her personal phone). I told her I was outside her house. She came out and was a bit shocked at the limo. She came in and sat down next to me. I told the security guard to leave us alone and he put the window up.

Molly: so... I guess we are not gonna be taking our bikes to school?

Stella: we were going to but things have been changed of plans. My dad wants me to go to school in a limo because of paparazzi stalking me

Molly: won't that give you even more attention

Stella: yep, that's what I tried to say to the security guard, but no matter what I do or go paparazzi will do anything find dirt on me

Molly: does this have anything to do with the whole magazine thing you told me about

-Yeah, and my father still pissed about it. He grounded me for 2 weeks, one for worrying him and two for causing too much publicity just so a paparazzi could get pictures of me with a guy he hardly knows about

Molly: wow, and I can't believe this "guy" is Jacob Lautner, Taylor Lautner son

Stella: what?! I didn't know that

Molly: he didn't tell you?

Molly: nope, he just told me that he had to live with his aunt and uncle in Michigan while his dad had to pursue his career in LA because he didn't want to leave his friends and family behind. The only reason he's in town because he got in trouble in his last school and now he has to be put into a private school

Molly: so... He'll be coming to our school then?

Stella: yep

Molly: you two must have done a lot of talking, huh (smirks)

Stella: not that type of talking you're thinking about Molly! But yes, we were all day until day night

Molly: wow, I wish I had a boy that I just met to talk to all day with about my problems

Stella: (smiles) maybe one day

Molly: hey, if you ever get to meet Taylor Lautner, hit your best friend up, I'll be dying to meet him or get an autograph or maybe a piece of his hair

Stella: Molly! He's married!

Molly: (dreamy) yeah, he's married to me

Stella: eww gross! That's like saying, Jacob is your son

Molly: (dreamy) yeah... (Thinks) wait... Gross

Stella: yeah

We both giggled and then, I told her more about this mysterious Jacob boy. We arrived at the school, and we were ambushed by a crowd of paparazzi. All the kids at my school were wondering what the heck is going on.