The President's Daughter, David Dower [popular ebook readers TXT] 📗

he called in?” I said my brain trying to process the words Thomas just said. “And I do not have a crush on Gavin!” I said denying the fact that he could even think such a thing.

“I do believe I just said that and yes, yes you do.”

I rolled my eyes, ignoring the crush theory, “So that’s how she found out, there was no way Ashley was smart enough to figure out who I was, call me rude but she was Ashley after all.”

“So, since everything is good now can you please leave? I have work to do,” Thomas said sounding somewhat like dad.

“Sure, but first.” I said quickly walking over to Thomas’ computer.

“Hey! What are you doing, ever heard of privacy?” Thomas said trying to pull me away from his computer. I was dying to know what he was hiding ever since I entered his room.

I turned on the monitor as the screen turned on, showing me small screens around seven of them showing me live videos of around the house.

I slowly backed away from the computer looking at my younger brother in shock, “Thomas…” I said slowly, “How did you get this footage?”

“Okay I know what you are thinking, and no I am not a creep. Just a smart ten year old, who is really good with hacking and computers.”

“You hacked into our security system?” I asked bewildered that he can even do such a thing.

“It wasn’t that hard.”

“Thomas our security system is one of the best in the entire country, how did you get this?” I asked, demanding to know how he got his hands on such a thing.

“I am not telling you,” He said scoffing. “Now get out.”

“You will tell me or else I will tell mom and dad. And I don’t think they would be so happy that there ten year old son is creeping on people.”

“You wouldn’t.” He said his eyes narrowing at me.

“Try me,” I said challenging him.

He let out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll tell you. I was bored one day, and ended up wandering around the house, I found myself at the tech room, you know the one with all the cameras?” He asked and I nodded my head. “Well, there was only one person there I think his name was Jason or something I don’t remember. He showed me all the cameras that were placed in and outside the house, he also showed me how it worked and I found myself staying and talking to Jason for hours. It was so cool, so once I left I came back to my room and I decided to see if I could use the skills he taught me to see if I could hack into the system, I could and I did.”

I looked at brother in shock, “Thomas you are a creep!”

“I am not a creep.” He stated, “I am just a very smart ten year old.”

“You hacked into our system so you could stalk people. Yeah, that’s not creepy at all!”

“Okay, look I told, now get out.” He said grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the door. He pushed me outside, and was making the move to slam the door when I called out.

“Wait, Thomas. I won’t tell anyone, just wait.”

“What?” He asked impatiently.

“You know my friend Sarah, right?”

“Heard of her, why?”

“She has two younger brothers that go to this prodigy school, maybe since you can hack into our security system and such you can get into the program as well. You know as a computer geek,” I explained to him. “Since you want to go to school, maybe I can convince mom and dad.”

“But that means, you will tell them that I hacked into the security system! No way, I do not want them finding out about that.” He said in a hushed tone, not wanting any of the guards to hear us.

“I won’t tell them, I promise. You just have to trust me okay?”

“Fine, but I swear to God, Alice. Tell them-“

“And blah blah, feel the wrath of Thomas Henry Montclair. Got it,” I said waving my hand in dismissal and walking away. Who knew even my little brother had secrets, disturbing ones. But nevertheless secrets, it made me wonder what else Thomas knew about.

I looked up at the ceiling noticing the small cameras, which were placed on the ceiling. “Thomas the creep.” I wondered out loud. “It has a nice ring to it.” Chapter Twenty-Seven: Tell Me a Story

“I have gathered you both here today-“ My mom began speaking, not long before Thomas had interrupted her.

“What are we? At a funeral?” Thomas interjected.

I turned my head to face Thomas, who was seated beside me at the breakfast table. I gave him a confused look, however did not comment. I looked back at my mother who was giving Thomas the same look, she just carried on speaking.

“Anyways, your father wanted me to talk to you both about the trip that we are taking to Europe over the Spring Break, we will be visiting Netherlands, Belgium and Italy for the week and I expect you both to be on your best behavior.” My mother said in a strict tone, she then looked at Thomas giving him a look.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Remember the last time? Our trip to China?” I asked him.

“To be fair, I was nine and a little immature. You can’t blame me. The jug that the tour guide let us hold, was slippery! How was I supposed to know that it Ancient Chinese Warriors drank from the exact same jug? I was doing them a favor by dropping it, do you know how old that jug must be?”

I let out a snort, “Yeah, centuries old.”

“Well let’s just try to make sure that something like that doesn’t happen again? And let’s just make sure for the sake of everyone that we don’t give Thomas a priceless artifact to hold.” My mom spoke interrupting our bickering.

“Fair enough.” I said.

“So if we are done here, can I go?” Thomas asked.

My mom gave my brother a glare, waving her hands. “You have permission, just remember to start packing.”

Thomas nodded getting up from his seat, and walking out of the breakfast room. “You think he will really go and start packing?” I asked my mom.

“I want to say yes, but we all know that’s not true.”

I chuckled, “Well I am going to get going, I am pretty sure that Ben is outside waiting to take me to school.”

“Okay, but when you get back from school I want you to start packing. Do I make myself clear?” She asked giving me the same look she gave Thomas earlier.

I rolled my eyes, “Yes mom.”

“Have a great day. Love you!”

I smiled, walking out of the breakfast room. “Love you too!”

*

“God dammit,” Gavin hissed at me. “That was the sixth time you stepped on me! Now you are just doing it for fun.”

“You know after the fourth time I thought you would catch on by now,” I said to him, in a mocking tone.

“You know what I don’t have to take this,” Gavin said getting up from the floor, where he was previously- clutching his foot.

“You are not leaving are you?” No matter how many times I stepped on him, I didn’t think I would cause him to leave. Sarah wasn’t here and we were even more dysfunctional than before.

“I am not leaving, last time I ditched the bald eagle also known as our principal Mr. Adams caught me, and warned me if I skipped again I would be getting a suspension.”

“And you care because…?” I asked him, I didn’t really think that he would care since he was known to be as what we would call a ‘bad boy.’

“I care because I actually want to graduate from this shithole. Believe it or not I actually want to have a career when I get older not like my disappointment of a dad.” He muttered under his breath.

“I doubt he is a disappointment,” I said walking over to where he was standing and taking a seat on the floor, leaning against the mirror behind me.

“Trust me he is,” Gavin replied sitting down next to me.

“Then tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“How your father is such a disappointment,” I said quoting his words.

“Okay, I will tell you. But you have to tell me why you are doing what the she devil asks you to do. And why you are becoming her slave all of a sudden, I thought you hated her.”

“I do.” I really did hate Ashley after blackmailing me, why wouldn’t someone hate someone who did something like that to you? 

“Then I tell you my story, and you tell me yours.” Gavin said.

I shook my head, looking straight into his dark brown eyes, “It’s kind of complicated.”

“Then un-complicate it.”

“I can’t,” I replied.

“That’s another word for no, isn’t it?” He asked, I didn’t respond. My eyes darting elsewhere, a few seconds later we both realized the answer to that question.

“Can we talk about something else, please?” I asked, pleadingly.

“Sure, like what?” He questioned, dropping the subject.

“Tell me about yourself,” I asked stretching out my legs.

“Well I was born on April 30, 1996-“ Gavin began before I cut him off. “What?” He asked confused, to why I was laughing.

“You were born on the day Hitler committed suicide.” I said trying to control my chuckles.

Gavin glared at me, “Only you would know that.” He said letting out a chuckle before carrying on with his story. “As I was saying I was born April 30, 1996, I have one younger brother you met him Garrett, I have a dog named Kingston and when I get older I want to become an engineer.” Gavin told, finishing off his story.

“Boring!” I announced.

“What?”

“That was boring, I was looking forward to embarrassing moments, funny stories. You know?”

“No I don’t.” Gavin replied, “That’s what you get take it or leave it.”

I rolled my eyes at him, “I’ll take it, but I’ll have you know you are one of the worst story tellers ever.”

“I can live with that, now tell me your story.”

“Well I was born January 9-“ I began before Gavin cut me off.

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No don’t give me that crap. Tell me your real story.” He told me sitting up and looking me dead in the eye.

I looked at him curiously, “Did you just quote The Fault in our Stars?”

“No.” Gavin denied quickly.

“Yes you did!” I exclaimed, “Please don’t tell me you read the book.” When Gavin didn’t answer, I began to chuckle causing his cheeks to go pink. “You did, didn’t you?” That caused me to laugh even more. “Please don’t tell me you cried.”  Gavin stayed silent looking elsewhere, but I noticed his pink tainted cheeks become red.

“You know what, I don’t have to take this.” Gavin said standing up.

I got up as well, trying to control my laughter’s. “No Gavin, wait! I think it is cute that you read the book and cried.” I said trying to die down my laughs.

“You are just saying that to make me feel better aren’t you?” Gavin asked holding the door knob.

“No,” I quickly replied.

“Liar,” Gavin said to me opening the door and walking out.

“Gavin!” I called getting up from the floor where I was previously sprawled across. “Gavin!” I called