A/N (Author's Note)

This story is based on All American Girl (by Meg Cabot) which is one of my favorite books of all time. However, I was a bit disappointed in its sequel, "Ready or Not," (although it was pretty good) because of the book being a little too PG-13 (if you get my drift). So, here is my version of All American Girl's sequel and it is not related at all to "Ready or Not." Hope you like it!

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Top Five Things I, Samantha Madison, Did Not Consider before Saving the President's Life

5. That it would bring me so much national fame that I can't even walk down a street without someone asking me, "Aren't you the girl who saved the President?"

4. It would make Kris Parks (whom I absolutely loathe, along with all her other OMG-you-don't-wear-Abercrombie-and-you-don't-look-like-a-Vogue-model-so-you're-officially-an-outcast conniving friends) suck up to me, although I can clearly tell that through that false-sweet voice of hers, she is saying "How on earth did a skank like you become a national celebrity?"

3. That people would ask for my autograph, saying it's for their niece, though their nieces probably couldn't care less about who Sam Madison was.

2. Because I am a national celebrity, I always have to look good, or I'll have a picture of me sneezing in People or something, with a caption under it saying "God bless our national heroine!" and all day, the stupid people at my retarded school will make comments like "Gesundheit!" and giggle among themselves (like they just told some hilarious joke) whenever I pass by.

And the number-one thing I didn't consider before saving the President from a bullet fired by some maniac?

1. That I would get the chance to meet David, the President's son, fall in love with him, have him fall in love with me, and both become a national celebrity couple…although that is something that I'm regretting nowadays…due to the fact that I JUST MIGHT HAVE FALLEN OUT OF LOVE WITH HIM!

But hey, how much time does one seriously have to consider all this before one must stop some whizzing bullet from going through the President's head?

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Chapter One

When my genius little sister Rebecca told me all about the thing with frisson and how it means you love someone, I was absolutely sure that David and I were meant to be. Unfortunately, I don't think this is true anymore.

It's not like I dislike David in anyway. David is kind, thoughtful, considerate, loving, understanding…everything you could want in a boyfriend but I…just…don't…love him anymore.

It's really strange. A few months ago, my heart would leap into my throat every time I saw, or even thought about David. But now, even when we kiss, I don't see the fireworks anymore. The warm, fuzzy feeling, the frisson…it's all just gone. I thought maybe this was a temporary thing. Maybe I was too stressed out lately or something, but even though it's now been a month since the frisson stopped, it's not coming back.

I've fallen out of love with David.

But I can't just say that out loud. What kind of inconsiderate girl goes, "I'm sorry, but when I'm with you, there's no frisson, no fireworks, no nothing. I simply don't love you anymore. Let's stop seeing each other. It's better for you not to be with a girl who doesn't love you back. See ya," and breaks up with a guy? It's just not…right.

Nevertheless, I can't spend the rest of my life with a guy I don't love. That's not right either. I've always imagined I would someday meet my prince in shining armor and live happily ever after with him. I thought that prince was David (minus the armor part), but I guess he's not.

So what am I supposed to do?

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I was setting my sketch book on the easel in front of me in Susan's art class when David walked in, followed by his bodyguard. He smiled at me, and I waved back at his smile. He came over, kissed me on the cheek, and sat down on his stool next to me. I touched the part of my cheek where he had kissed me. It wasn't burning hot like it should have been when I did love him. I sighed.

"Why the sigh, Sam?" David asked.

"I'm just tired, that's all."

"Oh, I was going to ask if you wanted to go to Mao Shao's Noodles with me after art class, but if you're tired, you should go home and rest."

He was so considerate. How was I ever going to tell him I just didn't love him back? I felt so guilty. David deserved a girlfriend so much better than me. To be polite, and to ease my guilt, I said, "Oh, I'm not that tired. It's just stress from all the homework I've had. I'm pretty sure that after a relaxing hour of drawing fruit, I'll be rejuvenated. I'd love to go to Mao Shao's Noodles!" Not.

David just laughed and said, "Okay, Mao Shao's Noodles it is! I wouldn't care if we went to Burger King instead. Just eating with you makes all the food taste great."

Great, more guilt bombs dropping down about how he loves me so but I don't love him back. I was lucky David didn't notice my grim expression.

Susan, our art teacher, clapped loudly. "Class, I'd like you all to welcome a new student. His name is Bryan MacKenzie and it he just moved to Washington D.C. all the way from Florida. Let's all make him feel welcome!" She gestured towards the door and the so-called Bryan entered.

He had brown hair which was messy but somehow perfect, chocolate-colored eyes, and a perfect tan. I eyed him curiously. Although I had decided long ago not to judge people by their looks the way Kris Parks and her stupid cheerleading-rah-rah-friends did, I had to admit Bryan was very attractive. I silently resolved to find out a bit more about this boy.

David leaned over towards my ear and said, "He looks like one of those dim-witted surfer dudes who only care about looking good to girls in bikinis."

I gave David a look saying 'Don't judge a book by its cover.'

David just shrugged and mouthed, "Well, he does!"

I shook my head at him and leaned forward on my stool to study Bryan more closely. I didn't notice that from my right, David was giving me a funny look.