Alex groaned as she sat down at breakfast and saw the paper next to her plate. She picked it up and read the story carefully. "Well, at least they got the quote right," she said, setting it back down.

"Yes, but it's slightly biased," Abbey said, sitting down with her at the table. "Of course it is. It was written by a left-wing professor from Berkeley," Alex said, taking a bite of cereal. "He probably believes Darwinism is something he invented while high." Abbey laughed and took a bite of yogurt.

"So, Zoey's back to dating Charlie," Abbey said.

"Not a surprise," Alex replied. "How long?"

"Couple of days. They're going to a club opening next week."

"At least I'll be out of the spotlight," Alex said. She looked up as Emma walked in, carrying Alex's backpack.

"The limo's here to take you back to school," she said, handing Alex her pack.

"Thanks," Alex replied.

"Did you miss much class today," Abbey asked, hugging her daughter.

"Not really. I'll make it back in time for my noon and two o'clock," Alex said, shoulder her backpack. "I'll call you when I get back." She kissed her mother on the cheek and hugged her before following Emma and Camryn outside.

Alex's plane landed close to noon and she was ushered into an awaiting limousine to take her back to the campus. She called her mother and left a message with Lily, telling her she'd gotten back safely.

She keyed into her room and dropped her backpack on her chair. She flipped through her e-mail, then grabbed her bag to eat lunch, then headed on to class.

"How was home," Anneliese asked as Alex sat down to dinner with her.

"Oh, you know, just got yelled at and chastised," Alex said, sprinkling salt on her green beans.

"It was in the paper here," Anneliese said, "President's Daughter Supports Creationism."

"Misquoted as usual," Alex said, rolling her eyes. "He understood why I did it, though."

"Good," Anneliese said, "I assume there was some shouting and yelling involved."

"Only a little," Alex said. "But, the world's moved on since then and that issue will be out of the spotlight come Monday."

"What happens Monday," Anneliese asked.

"Grades will be released to the newspaper." Anneliese cracked a smile and changed the conversation.

"I see you made an A in poltical science," Abbey said, propping her chin up on the phone.

"Yeah and I'm guessing my B in English is in there as well," Alex said, flopping down on her bed.

"B's aren't bad," Abbey said, "Teacher disagree with writing style?"

"Something like that," Alex replied. "Where's dad this week?"

"South America. I stayed behind for the fiftieth anniversary of the women's caucus," Abbey replied, "He said he'd try to call you later on."

"I'm going out with Anneliese later on, but I'll have my cell on," Alex said. She pushed herself up and walked over to her closet and began shuffling through, looking for something to wear that night.

"Where are you going," Abbey asked, straightening up.

"To a club," Alex replied, pulling out a top and jeans. "Camryn and Emma have already scoped the place out. They know all the exits and the routine stuff."

"You have your panic button?" Abbey wasn't a fan of her children having to carry sucha device on them at all times, but it kept them safe, and that was reason enough for her.

"In my pocket," Alex replied with a smile. "Don't worry. I'll be fine."

"I will always worry," Abbey said. Alex rolled her eyes, knowing there was nothing she could do to convince her mind of otherwise.

The music of the club could be heard outside as Alex stepped out of the car with Anneliese. Emma and Camryn were with them, escorting them into the club. Being the president's daughter, they skipped the line and entered the club. A spread smiled over Alex's face as she saw the flashing lights and heard the music pumping from the speakers. "C'me on, let's dance," she said, grabbing Anneliese's arm and dragging her onto the crowded dance floor.

Camryn and Emma split up and walked around the large club, scanning for any threats to the president's daughter. They were sure to have one near here at all times while the other walked.

Alex held her arms up, dancing to the music. It switched to a slow song and she and Anneliese groaned. She turned to walk off the dance floor to get something to drink when she slammed into someone's chest. "Sorry," she said, pushing herself way, "I didn't see you there." She looked up and saw a boy with curly blonde hair and classic good looks smiling down at her.

"That's alright," he said, "I was going to ask if you wanted to dance."

"I'd love to," she said, smiling and slipping her arms around his neck. Anneliese rolled her eyes and wandered off, getting a coke from the bar.

"My name's Cade," he said as they began to dance.

"I'm Alex," she said with a smile. She couldn't help but notice how green his eyes were.

"Yeah. I know." She laughed, shaking her head. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too," Alex said, "Do you go to Yale?"

"Yeah," he said, "History major."

"My dad would love you," Alex said, "What year?"

"Sophomore," he replied. "How do you like Yale so far?"

"It's not bad. It's away from Washington," she replied. He laughed, pulling her a little bit closer as they danced.

"Do you do anything for fun?"

"I'm on the debate team," she said with a shrug.

"I mean anything normal," he said with a laugh.

"I like going to the movies and rollerblading," she said with a shrug, "And I can play a mean softball game."

"I'll have to come and watch sometime," he replied, "Anyways, my friend and I have to get back to campus. I have a research paper due tomorrow."

"Procastinator, huh?" She smiled as he began to pull away. "I play Tuesday night at 8:00 at the intramural fields."

"I'll see you there," he replied, "Here's my number. Give me a call sometime." He handed her a piece of paper with his name and number scribbled on it.

"I will," she said, tucking it in her pocket. She gave him one last smile, then left to find Anneliese.

"You got his number," Anneliese asked as they got into the car.

"Yeah," Alex said with a grin, "He's really nice. He'll be at softball on Tuesday."

"Way to impress a guy," Anneliese replied, "The best way into a guy's heart? Sports."

"Alex, I need this guy's name and number," Emma said, climbing in the car behind them. "I need to do a background check." Alex groaned and handed the number over.

"Did you do a background check on me," Anneliese asked.

"You came back clear, or else you wouldn't be here," Camryn replied. Anneliese raised her eyebrow, but wasn't sure if he was joking or being serious.