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Chapter 2

Ashley's POV

I've been sat here since forever. There aren't any clocks and the police refuse to tell me what time it is. Oh well, it's not like I've got anywhere to be. I am getting pretty hungry though. Hmm… I wonder if I can convince one of them to get a McDonalds.

"Hey! You in the blue!" I shouted at the nearest one only to have every police officer in hearing range give me a dirty look. Jeesh! It wasn't my fault they all wore the same thing! I chose to ignore them though when the one I'd been talking to looked at me questioningly.

"Can I have a burger?" I decided short and sweet was the way to ask. He didn't seem to agree though as he just rolled his eyes at me and turned back to his magazine. Sure! That wasn't rude at all! I guess I'd better find something to do to pass the time.

I looked around the open cell and was quite shocked with how few people were here. There was like a few slutty looking women who made it easy to guess what they were in for by the way they were talking about 'clients' and some leather clad guys who were way too scary looking for me to ask what they were in for. And then there were a couple of boys in hoodies slouched on the bench. I decided that these were the safe option so I turned on my bench where I sat alone and tried to quietly get their attention.

"Psst! You in the hoodies!" thankfully they turned around cause one of the bikers seemed to have a hangover and I really didn't want to upset him. I mean, look at me! I'd hardly be a match for a Chihuahua!

I noticed that they were still looking at me. I wasn't sure if that was good or not but I decided that I'd still ask my question.

"What're you in for?" I figured that was the best way to start a conversation in here.

They looked at each other and then when the one in the blue hoody shrugged, the one in the red hoody turned back and said "Drugs." With a shrug.

I nodded as if this was completely normal to me. Honestly though, I'd never been in jail before and everyone's casualness towards it was telling me that I was the only first timer here.

"You in for the same?" red hoody asked, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked at myself and thought that my large tie-dye t-shirt with a piece sign on the front and my dark skinny jeans did make me look like a bit of a drug user. So instead of taking offence I just shrugged.

"No, I protested at the presidents speech." I said as my finger absentmindedly traced the piece sign on my shirt.

"Oh! No way! We totally saw you on the news! I thought you looked familiar."

I blinked in confusion. They'd seen me on the news? They'd only been brought in a couple of hours after me. News sure does travel fast.

"Really?" I asked making sure I'd heard correctly. They nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah! It was so cool when you sang to his daughter. I reckon you two should get together." He said winking. Ew! Boy minds never cease to disgust me. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I have a boyfriend and when am I ever gonna see the presidents daughter again? Seriously! Don King has a better chance of rolling through here on a unicycle!" Before they could answer me a police officer spoke up.

"Right this way, Miss Carlin." Said the police officer before walking into view with a familiar looking blonde girl.

"Oh. My. God." I said in a state of shock. Not fully believing what I saw.

I turned to look at the hoody twins and saw that they were as shocked as me. Then, blue hoody turned to me and said, "Only in America!" in a very bad Don King impersonation. All three of us cracked up laughing as if we'd all been on drugs and I don't know why. I just felt like smiling the moment she walked in. I wondered why she was here.

"Okay, Miss Carlin. Which one is it? Just to confirm you do know them." The policeman said, standing just behind her as if he weren't worthy enough to stand next to her.

She looked at me then. And any smile that I was still wearing slipped off of my face as our eyes connected. Those eyes. They were the most beautiful, indescribable colour of blue I had ever seen. And they were looking at me. I think my mouth had dropped open but I couldn't remember how to shut it.

Thankfully, she looked away from me then and I was able to breath again and start wondering what she could have done in order to be here. But before I could think any further she started to speak.

"The one with the brown ey- I mean the one with the tie-dye t-shirt." She said, glancing at me again before quickly looking away. Good grief! Her voice was amazing! Wait. What? What the hell do I mean she's got an amazing voice? It's just a voice. I mean, she's not even done anything good with it like sing. I've clearly been locked up too long. I've started going crazy and rating people's voices.

Well, now that that's sorted I think I should recall what she actually said. Hmmm… oh yes! She was talking about me! I wonder why? The policeman didn't leave me wondering for long because he spoke next.

"Your free to go then Davies." He said, unlocking the cell door.

I didn't wait for a reason. I just jumped up and ran outside to the other side of the cell. The freedom side. Then I asked the girl that seemed in charge of all the officers who had jumped to their feet at the sight of her the one question on my mind. Apart from where she got her conditioner from. I mean, damn that hair looked soft. I just wanted to reach out and touch it and probably like, run my fingers through… hmmm, no I don't. That'd just be weird. God, I need some food in me!

"Thanks! Errrm…Why did you come to get me out?" Yes, that was my question. And a very good one too, Ashley! Bravo!

She didn't seem to think so, though. At least, it seemed that way to me by the way she looked nervously at the ground before returning her gaze to me while biting her bottom lip. I had to resist the urge to pull it out. You know, I didn't want her to hurt herself or anything.

"Because," she said, getting my full attention again, "I liked your song." She told me shrugging and I couldn't help but smile at that. She liked my song!

"Thank you." I told her, still smiling. By this time I had received my guitar from the officer and we were now stood outside the police station. Quite awkwardly, now that I mention it. I guess now that she'd done her good deed she was probably want to get back home. To the White House, where her dad lived. Her dad the President. Weird. Hmmm… I wonder what he thought about my song. Only one way to find out, I thought.

"So, er, what did your dad think of it. The song, I mean." I asked, looking up to find her still lost in thought. She snapped out of it when I started talking though.

"Oh, well, I don't know. I haven't exactly seen him since the speech. Him and mum haven't had time for me since they've been too busy doing damage control or whatever." She told me smiling kind of sheepishly.

I realised then that she hadn't said anything about leaving yet and that she wasn't edging away from me. If anything, she was edging closer. Even if was unconsciously, it still meant that she wasn't leaving. Maybe she didn't want to go home yet. But that didn't mean she wanted to stay with me. I'm sure she's got gazillion other better things to do than hang out with me.

"Hey. If you don't have anything better to do we could go get a coffee you know, so I can say thank you properly for busting me out. If not then it's cool. Erm, so yeah what do you say?" I asked her before my mind had decided whether I should have or not.

I'm glad I did though when I saw her smile brightly and give me an adorable head tilt before saying, "Sure! I'll just tell Rex that I'll be gone for a while. Wait here. I'll be right back."

I watched her walk towards a black car with tinted windows and talk to the driver. I don't know why but I wanted to know who this Rex was and why he was so clingy as to wait around for her. I mean she's a big girl and I think for the well being of America it would be best that I found out whether the First Daughter was dating a psychopath.

She was walking back now with a smile still on her face and I couldn't help but smile back. Especially when I saw that Rex was driving away.

"Hey, I'm Ashley. Ashley Davies." I said after realising that I had yet to introduce myself. I stuck my hand out for her to shake which she took whilst introducing herself.

"Nice to meet you, Ashley. I'm Spencer, Spencer Carlin." Spencer. It suits her. I don't think I've ever heard her first name before. People usually refer to her as the First Daughter or Miss Carlin.

I had to let go of her hand pretty soon after I took it because it was very hot and was starting to send weird tingles up my arm which was quite strange because I got a cold kind of shiver when she said my name. I hope I'm not coming down with anything.

"So, shall we get going? I know a place just down the road from here." I told her as I started leading her towards said coffee shop.

"You know a place around here? Why, do you get arrested so often that you know where all the good coffee shops are?" I could tell by her voice that she was joking so I decided to play along.

"Maybe." I smiled cheekily at her. "Well that and the fact that I live around here."

"Oh, I see. So did you move here to make it easier to get home after a stint in prison?" she smiled back just as cheekily with a glint in her electric blue eyes and that same adorable head tilt from earlier.

"No. I moved here because it's closer to work."

"You work? How old are you?" she asked looking rather intensely at me which made me quite uncomfortable. At least, that's what I assumed was why my stomach was doing strange flips. She seemed to realise what she'd asked because she shook herself and said, "Sorry. That was incredibly rude. You don't have to answer that." Now she was looking uncomfortable and I couldn't have that.

"It's not rude. It's straightforward. I like straightforward." I told her smiling. I noticed that her cheeks had turned pink. I thought about what I had said… oh my god! She thinks I'm flirting! I'll just have to carry on normal so she'll realise that- erm- she'll realise that… I'm not flirting. Yes.

"Anyway, I'm seventeen. Still in high school. But during the holidays, like now, I busk on the corner of my street which is just across from where your dad did his speech today. So there's quite good business there. Actually, I was busking today when I first saw you- I mean your dad. So I decided to go and play my song. Then I ended up in prison. Soooo…" I realise I was rambling. I suddenly got quite nervous when she thought that I was flirting.

"You do realise you were rambling quite badly there?" she asked me with a smirk. Pfft! I don't think the presidents' daughter should be doing something as improper as smirking. But she made it look so nice that I didn't tell her that. So instead I just shrugged.

"Well you were. Even though you didn't ask I think it's only fair that I tell you that I'm seventeen as well, I go to a private boarding school so I'm only here in the holidays and I guess you know where I live."

"Jeesh! Boarding school, eh? That's crap. My mother made me go to boarding school before my dad died and I moved out. Now I get to go to normal school which is still pretty boring but at least I don't have to live there."

"You live on your own? That must be the coolest! I bet no one tells you what to do or what to wear or who to date…" she stopped on that last one when she realised what she'd said. Luckily, we were at the coffee shop by this time and the only conversations till we sat down were what coffees we were buying and a mini argument about who was paying. I won, it was easy really. All I had to say was that she was defeating the purpose of thank you coffees if she paid.

"Aren't you worried that someone might recognise you? I men, like shouldn't you be wearing shades or something?" she just laughed at me.

"No. People aren't exactly looking for the presidents daughter, you know? And if they were they'd expect me to be wearing some posh get up like I was this afternoon, not this." She told me gesturing towards her attire. I guess she was right. I certainly wouldn't expect the First Daughter to wear a long t-shirt with leggings. Although she did make it look completely aristocratic.

"So. Is that your boyfriends' guitar or something? You know, with the initials and all." She asked pointing at the engraved R.D on the body of my acoustic.

"No. It was my dad's. Raife Davies. He gave it to me before he died and said that I shouldn't chase fame like he did but make a difference. So that's what I'm trying to do." I told her and was pretty embarrassed that I'd told her that. Especially with the look of awe that she's giving me now I can feel my ears starting to burn.

I decided to move along with the conversation seeing as I kept giving too much information to this stranger. I couldn't help it though. She kept doing this head tilt thing and it made me just want to tell her anything she wanted to know. Maybe her dad does that and that's why he won the election. I mean, who could say no to that head tilt.

"My boyfriends called Aiden anyway." I told her. Don't know why but I was kind of disappointed when she just smiled brightly at me. I don't know what I was expecting.

"Oooh! Really! Well I hope things are going better with you and Aiden than they are with me and my 'boyfriend'." She said putting her cup down to make air quotes.

"What's with the air quotes missy?" I asked raising an eyebrow and leaning forward slightly.

"Well you see, my mother has all these friends who're like the wives of all these politicians and they all happen to have daughters which means every week I have to dress up in these uncomfortable formal clothes and have a lunch with them."

"And what does that have to do air quotes boyfriend?"

"I'm getting there. The girls are all fine and its quite fun when we're having our own conversations. But it's when a bunch of competitive mothers get together with their daughters is when everything kicks off. They start bragging about what grades we've got, what extracurricular activities were excelling at, and of course, now that we're older, who we're dating. When the other girls started dating politicians strapping sons my mum totally thought it'd be a good idea to set me up with the senators son, Nick Griffiths."

"Erm, wow? That's intense. I know of controlling mothers but mine would rather ignore me than start setting me up with people. So, I mean, do you not like him then? I'm sure he can't be all bad."

"You've never met him before. He's a complete miniature of my father. Same stupid views and opinions. You should see it when they get together its an absolute bore fest. Plus, he's generally disgusting and I wouldn't let him touch me with a ten foot pole. So I don't know why he's still with me. He isn't getting anything out of it."

"Well, I agree that he sounds like a world class douche but I think its quite obvious why he still dates you. I mean, look at you! You're bloody stunning! I bet that boy would wait forever and a day just in the hopes that you'll change your mind."

I was quite pleased that I'd made her blush again. What with that and the fact that she dislikes her air quote boyfriend and I'm positively beaming! I'm not going to ask myself why though.

"Yes, well that and my mothers probably bribing her- oh! Speaking of which," she said holding her phone out to show me that someone under the name of 'Devil Spawn', who I assumed was her mother, was ringing. I couldn't help but crack up at that.

"You don't mind if I answer it, do you?" she asked me but all I could do was nod because if I opened my mouth I probably snorted with laughter and that, let me tell you, is not very attractive.

She picked up the phone and started talking in a faux pleasant voice. I tuned it out and took her in properly for the first time. She doesn't look like the presidents daughter in the way she dresses; she could be any normal teenage girl. But she certainly doesn't look like any normal teenager, she looks like an angel with her long flowing blond hair and her clear pale complexion, and of course there were her eyes. I'm pretty sure even an angel would be jealous of her eyes, I knew I certainly was. And then I doubt she ever acted like a normal teenager. The way she held herself and gestured and smiled, I felt like I was I the presence of royalty. I think, no matter who her father is, she would never have any hope of being normal. It was clear to everyone in this coffee shop, all the boys who kept stealing glances at her and the girls they were with who shot jealous looks at her that could never be too mean, that Spencer Carlin was special.

By the time I'd finished taking a mental picture of her, Spencer was finished on the phone and was giving me a bit of a sad look. Before I could ask her why she said, "It was my mother. I have to get home now because I need to be up early tomorrow for lunch with the 'girls'." She seamed quite annoyed by this which made me quite happy. She'd rather stay with me! Take that 'girls'! Then I had a genius moment.

"Hey! Can I have your phone a minute?" I asked. She handed it over without hesitation and I quickly wrote my number in before giving it back and telling her to call me. She beamed so bright when I said that I thought I was gonna have to wear some shades.

"Thanks! I definitely will! I really do have to go though." So I waited while she her driver who just so happened to be Rex! I'm glad I never spoke about my suspicions about him out loud 'cause they're completely gone now.

When the call was made, we walked back to the police station where Rex was waiting for us and said a quick goodbye. I reminded her to call me after refusing her offer of a lift to my apartment and then I watched her get in the car and wave to me again before driving off.

I felt as light as feather as I began walking home, lightly strumming my guitar to keep me company. Today certainly hadn't turned out as I'd expected. I mean, heck, it started off as me busking as usual then I turned into a protestor which the president actually listened to. And Spencer. Then I got arrested which wasn't really the highlight of my day but it led to me getting bailed out by Spencer Carlin, the First Daughter. That's just too surreal. And to top it all off we had coffee and are practically friends. I can talk to her easier than anyone I've ever met before. She's just sooo cool!

I started strumming the cords to a song I'd heard before and I was still thinking of Spencer when I started singing a little too load on the deserted street,

"I got my sights set on you and I'm ready to aim
I have a heart that will never be tamed
I knew you were something special
When you spoke my name
Now I can't wait to see you again."

My hand stopped mid-stroke. And I stood still for a second before looking around to make sure no one heard me. Thankfully I was alone. As I started walking at a slightly quicker pace I wondered what was worse, the fact that I was thinking of Spencer, a girl, when I sang that song. Or, the fact that I knew the lyrics to a Miley Cyrus song.

Song- See You Again By Miley Cyrus (God Only Knows Why)

Last Chapters Song- Dear Mr President By Pink (Tiz The Shiz!)

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