My name is Fitzgerald Thomas Grant IV. Yeah I know that name but I like it because of my father but with his father I hate it so I go by Jerry. Anyways, I'm going to take you on a journey of the White House- that's right the White House. I am the first born son of Fitzgerald Thomas III. I am 16 and I live in a house and surrounded by people who are killers or liars. You're asking how do I know these things and its simple I get it from my momma. I guessed I inherited her skill to get what I want with just a few words and an unwavering smile. So with that said I get to sneak of campus undetected and roam the halls of this house and when the kids are away the adults play. Case and point take the time my dear ol' sister decided to be wild and free.

Night of re-election: JPOV

Four more years of this torture chamber, keep clapping, smile at Karen, next Mellie, and now dad and breathe. Where is Liv? She's the only one who can keep me sane at these things, thinking about it really where is she? I'm worried.

After the speech and the hand shaking there is more hand shaking and speeches. I just go thru the motions at these things and I guess Karen sensed my reluctance because she's walking over to mew with that look in her eye.

"Jer what's up? Dad won we are all happy."

"Oh young naïve baby sis." I give her my side smirk that I got from our dad.

"Whatever."

Jerry was tired of all the bullshit that came with being the President's son and all the fucking politics. He was ready to be free, he knew his father was too and I knew exactly the person to help them get out or make the next 4 years livable.

In the Presidential Motorcade with all the Grants I call my "mom" she answers on third ring.

"Hello."

"Hey."

"What's wrong, Jerry you don't sound like yourself."

"I'm glad someone noticed. Nothing much just needed to hear a friendly voice," he says glancing in his parents direction who had Teddy in his car seat in between them.

"Where are you?"

"In the limo."

"Jerry," she says sternly.

"Oh come on, tell me this isn't the least bit funny?"

"Jerry it is not funny, but tell the President and First Lady congratulations for me."

"Aren't we past that? You can tell him yourself, he's staring at me with wonder and questions in his eyes."

"You better not , goodnight Jerry."

"Goodnight Li…, he glances at his parents and sister with a smirk on his face, "goodnight my lady."

Shutting his phone he stares back at his dad.

"Who was that son?"

"Just some girl, no woman that I talk to from time to time."

"Do I get a name?"

"Nope."

"You know I can just get your phone records."

"Burner phone."

"Why do you have a burner phone and where did you get it?"

"Because of situations like this and does it matter how I got it?"

"Jerry!"

"Yes mother," he asks with mock enthusiasm sitting up and batting his eyes at her.

"Where did you get it and why?"

"Let's just say that the school you pay big bucks for has a lot of shady things going on, plus I learned from the best," looking him directly in his eyes, "better than the boys in the White House.

Dad didn't catch on to the underline confession that I said.

Fitz knew he was careful around the kids, so there was no possible way that Jerry knew about him and Olivia, but the way Jerry was smirking with his head titled to the side with a smirk on his face. Could he know?