"David, you REALLY don't have to go to this party with me, I mean, we can just turn back now and----"
"Sam," He says cutting me off, "You invited me, and we got all dressed up. We are going to this party." He says, his voice making my heart flip over again. Stupid Frisson.
We sit in silence the rest of the way there. As we pulled up to the car-covered driveway, I feel myself beginning to turn red. But hey, no one will notice because I am a red-head, and I guess that I totally natural for us.
Our giant black suburban halted to a stop, and just as I was reaching for the door handle, David startles me by placing his hand on my shoulder and saying, "Don't even think about it." I smile and wait patiently for him to open my door.
When he opened the door, It made me feel like I was a movie star. No one had ever held the door open for me, so this was definitely a first. I stepped out, feeling way too comfortable in my own skin. I smooth my black dress and when I look back up, I see David's big hand reaching toward me. I take it slowly, and make my way up to the big red door.
I watch him as he rings the doorbell. He catches my gaze and we both smile and turn away. My heart was going crazy. What is this?!!? I think to myself, Is this what Rebecca was talking about? Frisson? It's impossible. I am in love with Jack, not David. He is simply being nice because I saved his dad, that's all. Nothing more. Yep that's right. Me. Samantha Madison had saved the President of the Untied States from an assassination attempt. So this is why David, the son of the President of the Untied States, was going to a party with ME.
And soon enough, my thoughts were interrupted by the squealing of Kris Parks, "OH MY GOD, YOU CAME!"
"Uh, yeah. Um, Kris, this is David." I say, gesturing toward him. "David, this is Kris." I say, looking back over to her. She was wearing a denim mini dress with black high heels. Her brown hair was as straight as a line. It reminded me of poop. She reached her perfect hand out toward David, who merrily took it. He shook it carefully, and he tried to pull it back, but Kris didn't want to let go.
I turned away and I walked into the giant house. Everyone's eyes were upon me. I try to avoid their gaze's, but I suddenly began to feel claustrophobic. I turn to David, but am startled to see that he was not there. I looked around, and I saw him being mobbed by an entire group of people. He was shaking their hands and looking each and every one of them in the eye, just like his father would have.
I watch as he emerges from the crowd and starts to head towards me. He casually places his hand on my back, which makes the frisson start to go crazy again. He leans to my right ear and says, "Can I get you a drink?
"Wait David, I invited you, so therefore I am getting the drinks. What do you want?" I say, tripping over my own words.
"Well, Ms. Pushy! I'll have a Coke, thanks!" He says, showing me his mysterious smile.
"Okay I'll be back in a few." I say, heading toward the kitchen doorway. When I walk in, I see a giant cooler. I look inside, but of course, all they had was beer. I go through the cabinets and other coolers and I soon find the Coke bottle and I manage to pour it into 2 cups, with only a few occasional spills.
When I came back out, I couldn't find David. I searched and searched. I even asked a few people, but all they'd said was, "Ooooh! Time to go to Lincoln's bedroom! Ha Ha Ha!!!"
That was the joke at my school. Ever since they saw pictures of David and I on the cover of People magazine, they thought something had happened between us, IN LINCOLN'S BEDROOM.
I begin to look for John, David's bodyguard. He was nowhere in sight. I see that the door to the balcony is cracked open, so I slowly make my way towards it. As I get closer, I see Kris Parks standing on the doorway next to a mysterious guy.
They were looking out over the Washington D.C view, and I saw Kris lift up her foot. Uh Oh. They lean in towards each other, until their lips had locked. I gag and I checked to see that no one else was around me. And then I see him, John. He was standing on the far corner of the balcony, with that serious secret-service look on his face. I squinted to make sure I was seeing right, and unfortunately, I was.
The mysterious guy on the balcony was David. I should have known he was only being nice to me because of his dad. I feel my stomach leap, and I begin to feel queasy. Stupid Frisson. I drop the drinks that belonged to David and I, and I ran out to the nearest exit.
