The President's Daughter (Original) ✔️

19. Bad Blood

Miley Cyrus- Wrecking Ball (If you look past the nudity and licking and pay attention to the lyrics)

Christina Perri- Jar of Hearts

Taylor Swift- Bad Blood

Hope's POV

"You think we'll be this close in ten years?" Cellie asks, submerging half of her face into the pool.

I flick water into her face. "We better be."

"Who do you think will have a family first?" Yalimar asks.

"If you actually took Roberto seriously, it'll probably be you." Cellie retorts. I agree. Cellie and Tyler are always breaking up to get back together the next week.

Yalimar makes a face at her. We've spend the better half hour in the pool talking about our future. Sophomore year is coming to a close and we're going to be juniors next year, which feels very weird. Yalimar wants to be a nurse, Cellie a social worker, and me a lawyer. Because of the differences in career choices, we're unsure how we'll even have time for each other or where we'd end up.

"I'm thinking about leaving Washington," I confess. I think of Isabelle and Damien. Washington is tied with bad memories and as soon as I finish school, I want to be far away as possible.

"We'll come with you," Yalimar says.

Cellie puts a hand up. "Slow down. What if she wants to live in the mountains or something? You think you going to survive there?"

I give her an odd look. "I'm black. You think I'll go to the mountains willingly?" Yalimar snorts. "I'll probably go to Pennsylvania."

Cellie rolls her eyes. "You go to Club Getaway twice in middle school and you want to live there."

"No," I scoff defensively. "Besides, I have family there."

"Yeah you do but I bet you don't even remember all their names."

"I... That's what calling them aunty and uncle is for," I protest.

She splashes water in my face. "See?"

"Whatever."

"I want to go to LA."

"LA isn't all it's cracked up to be, sis." I went there for a week with my mom when she went for a meeting a couple of months ago and it wasn't a good experience.

"I guess," Cellie shrugs. My mom walks up to us with a tray.

"Get out the pool if you don't want to wrinkle." She sets the tray of cookies on the floor by the pool. "These cookies aren't a perfect circle," She explains. Yalimar hides a laugh. My mom had been preparing for a summit with the G20 wives and has been ordering the chefs around since the morning.

"I think the grandmas don't really care about the shapes of it, but thanks anyway. Glad to know we're eating trash," I say sarcastically.

Yalimar leaves with my mom, who promised her she can help with the icing, and Cellie and I devour the tray. We head inside with our towels and take a quick shower, Cellie using the guest room and I using mine. When we're finished, we change in my room. I don't know how Cellie can walk down down the hallway with a towel when secret agents are literally down the hall, but that's one of the things I'll never understand about her.

"Did you see that service agent watching me? He's so young!" Cellie remarks, grinning too wide as she puts on her underwear.

"Don't even think about it," I warn, pulling on a hoodie to pair with my shorts.

She makes a face at me as she pulls her pants over the hem of her shirt. She stands up and looks at me for a bit too long.

"What?"