Jackson Wang- Dawn of Us (my fucking jammmm)

BTS, Steve Aoki- Waste It On Me (fight me)

Jungkook- Euphoria (If you hate Kpop, you'll still fall in love with this. I promise, or I give you 1 million dollars. Also, it fits so well with this chapter.)

Damien's picture ^

Hope's POV

"Seriously what is wrong with you?" Jaliyah asks, giving me an odd look. "You've barely been paying attention and you have that dumb smile on your face." We've decided to eat our lunch inside the cafeteria today instead of outside on campus, and I duck my head as people give us weird glances at her loud outburst.

"Calm it down!" I laugh. "I just... had a good sleep. It's nothing."

"Right..." Yalimar drags as she bites into her burger. Luckily, I only share one class and lunch with her. I've been avoiding her questions about Damien, convincing her that we just had a civil conversation at her house, and I've made my peace with our breakup. Was it a lie? Yes. Did I care? Not really. I didn't want Cellie to find out because she'd never understand why I've chosen to forgive him and not her. I don't really understand it myself.

"I've done nothing wrong!" I protest as I bend to the side of my chair to pick up my bag from the floor.

Jaliyah gasps dramatically and I turn to find her looking at me with a shocked but giddy expression. "You lie! Lemme see!" She reaches for my hair and pushes it aside. I recoil in horror, feeling my face heat up.

"Stop it!" I place my hair back in place.

"Oh my God!" She's laughing and I beg her with my eyes to stay silent.

"What's going on?" Cellie asks from across us, pausing midway from eating her fries.

"Nothing." I say, forcefully pressing my foot onto Jaliyah's shoe. I reach into my bag for my phone before putting it back. If I text Damien now, Jaliyah would see and make a big show of it.

Jaliyah's eyes glint with malicious intentions, a smile still plaguing her lips. "I think Hope has a bruise or something. It looks really red. Almost purple, I think."

"What?" Cellie frowns.

"Nothing." I say through gritted teeth.

Yalimar raises her eyebrows, seeming to catch on. She glances between and smiles coyly. "So, Damien was at my house the other day."

"What?" Jaliyah and Cellie say in unison.

"What are you doing?" I hiss inconspicuously.

"Yeah," She continues with a wicked grin. "He asked me to lure Hope there so they could... talk." She wiggles her eyebrows.

"T-That's not true." I stutter.

"Then why are you blushing?" Jaliyah asks with a laugh. "I knew it was a hickey! I can't believe it! 'Dope' is back together!" She's laughing, oblivious to Cellie's solemn expression. I hate my friends.

"I'm not." I say in a low voice. Cellie glares at me and turns her gaze back to her food. Jaliyah finally notices the tension and stops smiling. She looks between us before leaning close to me.

"Wait are you still mad at her or..." I glare at her. The rest of the lunch period is met with awkward silence.

Yalimar mouths sorry a few times before giving up when I shoot death glares at her. The bell rings and I quickly get up, bumping my knee under the table.

"Gotta go." I mutter, before rushing through the double doors in the midst of students.

"Hope!" I hear Cellie says.

Damnit! I grit my teeth before slowly turning and feigning an innocent look on my face.

She cocks her head towards the door and I follow her outside. "So you and Damien?" She accuses, crossing her arms and leaning to one side of her leg.

"Look, I can explain." I finally understand why people say that. It's just an excuse to stall, even though it makes you look worse than you did before you said it.

"I'm all ears." She snaps.

"I... can't explain. But..." But what? But what? Think!

She scoffs and shakes her head. "I can't believe this. So you forgive him and not me? Are you fucking kidding me?" She turns to walk away but I grab her arm.

"Cellie, wait." I should've let her go. I have no excuse to give her. I don't have anything at all.

"Is he more important to you than I am?"

I shake my head. "You're both important to me."

"Then how can you easily run back to him, but barely say a word to me?"

"I'm sorry. And I forgive you."

She scoffs and yanks her arm from my grip and walks away, despite me calling after her.

***

Where r u? I text Damien. School has ended and I've spent ten minutes in the bathroom to stall until my friends leave. The last thing I want is for them to be talking about what's about to happen over lunch tomorrow. Seriously, I hate them.

I'm here waiting.

do me a favor I quickly type.

yes baby? I smile. I'd love to hear him say that.

Move to the passenger seat and open the driver's door. leave the car running

what?

just do it. plssss

He replies quickly fine. hurry.

I exit out of the bathroom. Reynolds and Sean step in behind me. "Took you long enough." Sean retorts. I scrunch my nose at him before pushing open the doors and exiting out of the school. The campus is mostly empty now and my friends are gone. I spot Damien's parked car, his head buried in his phone.

I suck my teeth and roll my eyes dramatically. "Reynolds, I left my bag in the cafeteria. Can you please go get it?"

He frowns at me. "Do I look like your maid?"

"Please! My foot hurts!" Reynolds rolls his eyes and adjust his book bag. I wonder what they put in it. Grappling hooks? Tracking devices? A novel? The thought of Reynolds reading makes me laugh.

When Reynolds disappear down the corner, I laugh and point at Reyna sitting on her girlfriend's lap and kissing her hand. One minute they hate each other and the next they're showing PDA. "How long you think before they fight again?"

He turns his back to me and cocks his head in thought. "Hmm. I'll give it three... no four-" I don't wait for his answer as I run towards Damien's car. I almost push past a guy walking with crutches.

"Hope!" Sean yells. I turn to see him running after me. My heart pounds in fear, excitement, and andrenaline. They're going to kill me. The secret agents, my mom, my dad. I run around to the car and jump in, slamming the door. Damien jumps in surprise.

The car is running like I asked him to and I hit the pedal, maneuvering out of the parking lot and into the street. A laugh escapes my throat. I'm doing this. I'm really doing this. I'm going to be dead by tomorrow but I'm doing this. 

"What are-" Damien starts to say before a black car following close behind starts honking.

Sean is behind the wheel, Reynolds nowhere to be seen. He must be inside the cafeteria still and the thought makes me laugh.

I slam on the pedal, the car going past the speed limit. "Hope, what are you doing? You're past the limit!"

I figure if I get a ticket, my dad would pay for it since I'll be dead anyway. I let out a breath as I make a sharp turn, putting some distance between me and Sean. But I haven't lost him. He speeds up the car, honking obnoxiously.

From my peripheral, I see Damien turn behind us. "You're crazy." He says, realizing the situation. I laugh and make a sharp turn, almost colliding into a truck.

"Fuck, Hope! Be careful!"

"Shut up!" I say breathlessly. "I need to concentrate." The truck honks his horn. Sean's car is nowhere in sight but I'm sure he's behind the truck. The next ten minutes are the most scariest, as I turn towards a street packed with cars. I cut through them, earning some insults on the way, but I don't care. That's the least of my problems.

I finally spot Sean, driving a few cars behind. Luckily, I'm almost to the front of the line of cars. The one in front of me makes a turn and I get an opening. I hit the pedal past the red light and zip down the street.

"What the fuck!" I hear Damien say, but he's laughing giddily and I chime in. My hands are shaking, so I grip tighter on the wheel as I make a few turns to make sure I've lost him. I turn the car into a restaurant driveway and hit the brakes.

"Ahhh!" I yell in exhilaration. A sense of euphoria washes over me. "This is hands down the coolest thing I've ever done!"

Damien shakes his head at me and smiles at me in amazement. "I think I just fell in love with you again."

I realize my seatbelt isn't on. I take the opportunity to climb into his lap and kiss him. His hands grip my hair and face and we're kissing with so much passion that I lose my breath quickly. I pull away, grinning.

"What made you think about that?"

"The Bush twins." I inform. Part of the political history that was fed to me when I moved into the White House also included the fact that the twins had escaped their securities before. Bless the idiotic man for helping me with more than just history.

"Really." He laughs.

"Uhuh. So, where do you want to go?"

"We could take you back to my place..." He says, kissing my neck where he marked me yesterday.

"And then what?" I say breathlessly.

"I'll fuck you so hard you'll forget your name." He whispers on my neck. Suddenly breathing becomes hard. I lean in to kiss him but he pulls back. "Unless you want me to fuck you in this car, I suggest you back away."

I pout and fold my arms. "You did that on purpose."

"Maybe I did." He smirks. "Maybe I'm punishing you for keeping me waiting." He leans in close until our lips are almost touching. "I don't like waiting."

I bite my lip, contemplating my options as my heart pounds dangerously in my chest.

"I don't suppose you also want an audience?" He says, turning his head towards the window. I gasp in horror as I see that a car has pulled up and a man and woman are looking at us in amusement.

The man's window comes down and he gestures to Damien's car.

"Don't open it!" I warn him. Damien presses his down as well despite my protest. The man laughs. "I'll keep this between us if you get your father to tweet his followers to follow me. The username is pussypounder69."

Damien throws his head back and blurts out laughing, his shoulders shaking. I feel my face heat up and I quickly get back in the driver's seat. "Have a good day." I mutter before backing out of the driveway.

"I'll follow you!" Damien yells out the window. The guy sticks up a thumbs up and I reverse the car and drive back into the street. I briefly close my eyes.

"That did not just happen." My face is impossibly hot.

Damien is still laughing, his hands clutching his stomach. "Thank you for making my day."

I roll my eyes. "Where do you want to go? And no, not your house. That's the first place they'll look."

"Are we fugitives now?" He smirks.

I smile at him. "Bonnie and Clyde."

He scoffs. "You're not that bad."

I punch his arm. He cocks his head in thought before saying, "Let's do something corny. Like a movie or something. It's public, but who's going to bother you while watching a movie, you know?"

"Hmm. You're right. But let's go when it's a bit dark. I just want to drive around for a bit, if that's okay. I haven't driven since last year."

"What? Why?"

"Well I got my license a few months before my dad's presidency. And once you're in the White House, you aren't allowed to drive. Or even open a window for that matter."

"You're having the time of your life right now, aren't you." He accuses.

"I am." I grin. I feel his hand on mine and I open it so it entangles his. "Thank you."

"For what?"

I shrug. "I don't know."

"You aren't very bright, are you?"

I scoff. "Says the dropout."

"I didn't dropout." He protests. "I never went to college. So like I said, not very bright."

I laugh. "I fell into that one, didn't I?"

"You did."

***

After talking and driving around for hours, the sun starts to set low in the sky, showing off orange and pink hues. I had texted my parents earlier that I'll be fine before shutting my phone off so they wouldn't track and drag me down to Pennsylvania Ave. I've made Damien turned his phone off as well. I know they can easily track Damien's car in seconds but that's besides the point.

As I pull up to the movie theatre, my foot hits the break without much thought. Even though I've stopped more than a block away, Damien unbuckles his seatbelt obliviously.

"Okay, lets go."

"I don't have money." I say distractedly. This is a mistake. I shouldn't have driven here.

"So? I wasn't going to let you pay anyway." He opens the car door but turns and frowns at me.

"Are you coming or not?"

"I'm coming." I swallow, my heart slowly picking up pace. I open the car door and step out. He takes his hand into mine and playfully nudges me, but I'm hardly paying attention. All I can think of is how Isabelle died. Late at night. After the movies. It seems irrational, but I'm terrified nonetheless.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Huh?" I look up at him, desperate for a distraction.

"Are you okay?" I barely hear him over the white noise in my head.

I frown and try to concentrate on his words. "I'm fine." But when I approach the movie theatre sign, my feet stops. I close my eyes, my hands shaking against his hands.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine." The closest thing I've been to a movie theatre since her death is the one in my house. I don't hear anything from him after that. I can't tell if it's because I can't hear or because he's silent.

He lets go of my hand and comes around to hug me.

"I'm fine," I repeat, wrapping my arms around him and closing my eyes against his chest. We stay there like that, me embracing his embrace, him rocking me to the side back and forth as if I'm a baby. But I don't mind. I'm just grateful he isn't asking any questions. 

I reluctantly pull away. "Can we go somewhere else?"

"Whatever you want, baby."

I give him a slow smile. "Say that again."

"No. I'll say it when you're mad at me so you can smile like that."

I shake my head at him. "You're such a tease."

He cups his hand under my chin. "But you like it."

"Hmm," I confirm. A flash of light catches my attention and I turn my head. "Oh my God. Let's go."

"What?" He says as I pull his arm towards the car.

"Let's just say you're going to be online again."

***

We end up ordering from a fast food restaurant and taking it to a park. It is dark and there are hardly anyone, a few teenagers are sitting on the bench and laughing obnoxiously.

"Not the most romantic but..." I start to say. We climb up the slide's ladder and onto the plank and take a seat on the floor of it. We proceed to eat our burgers.

When we're done, Damien tells me he wants to go on the slide. "What are you, 5?"

"We're at a park aren't we? What do you do at a park? Besides, I haven't been on this thing in like, ten years." He moves his way to the top before pushing himself down the slide. He quickly reaches the bottom and stands up. "Huh. Not as fun when you're so damn tall. But I bet it'll be fun for you."

I roll my eyes even though I'm not sure if he can see through the dim lighting. "Weird flex."

He climbs back on the ladder and trips on one of the planks. I laugh at him. "Tie your laces, baby."

"Baby?" He raises an eyebrow as he bends down to tie his shoes.

"I meant like a drooling toddler," I clarify.

"Whatever. You're right, anyway. I better tie my shoes so I don't fall for anyone else."

I laugh even though my heart skips a beat. "You're so stupid."

"You're not going to let this dropout thing go, are you?" He sits beside me and cocks his head. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" He says bluntly.

I frown at him and hide a smile, ignoring my beating heart. "You're so random."

"Can't help it." He leans in and kisses me slowly, our tongue following a pattern against each other. I crawl into his lap without breaking, cupping the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. I don't remember him ever kissing me so gently, but it's nice. I pull his face closer to mine, my heart pounding with the love I have for this man. He is my soul, body, and mind, and I wouldn't trade him for the world.

After ten minutes of tongue, he pulls away. I can barely see him now, the sky has darkened even further and the streetlights are barely helping. "Promise me something," He says.

"Depends."

"Promise me you won't leave me." His tone is serious. I frown.

"I thought I promised you that already."

"But we both broke it remember?"

I roll my eyes. "I promise I won't leave you. Happy?"

"Yes."

I sigh. "I should probably get back."

He smirks at me. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"I can finally take you home with my car. Thanks for being a badass."

I flip my hair obnoxiously. "Stick around, kid." I cringe, instantly regretting it.

He laughs at me. "Leave the flirting to me."

"Whatever." I stick my tongue out but before I can pull it back, he bites on it and invades my mouth with his. I sigh into his lips and eventually we pull away. He helps me up and we head back into the car.

When we reach Pennsylvania Ave, the guards quickly let him in when they realize I'm the one driving. "Uh... Hope." The guard in front says in a state of confusion. "Park up on the left and head to the East Lobby."

"Yes, sir," I giggle.

"You're having too much fun with this," Damien comments.

"Well I'm sure it'll be my last time, so I'm making it count, alright?"

"Maybe it's not a good idea for me to meet your dad today. You better get down from here."

I nod. "You're right." He kisses me quickly before I step out of the car. He comes around the driver seat.

"See you later, baby. Tonight was fun."

"Yes it was."

I force to hide my smile as I walk up to the North and into the Entrance Hall. Sean is waiting for me with a death glare. "Sorry about that." I say. A laugh escapes my throat and I close my hand around my mouth.

Sean looks at me undeterred. "Your dad is waiting for you in the big office."

"Right..." I slowly make my way to the West Wing. I know he'll be angry, but the question is how much? I mean, can't a daughter have some fun every now and then?

But when I walk into the Oval Office, my smile quickly disappears and fear takes root. My mom is leaning against the desk with her arms crossed and a pissed look, my dad seated on his chair. I can't gage his reaction so I plaster a smile.

"Hi, dad," I say causally. "Long day, huh?"

He gets up and walks up to me. "Are you out of your mind?" His low voice indicates that he's angrier then he's letting on.

"I'm sorry, okay? I just wanted to have a little fun."

He raises his eyebrows. "A little fun? A little fun?" He can't control himself any longer, his voice starts to rise. I take little steps back. "You were almost killed not too long ago but you want to have a little fun?"

"That monster died, Dad! I'm fine!"

"Hope, we're a black family. In the freaking White House! Do you know what that means?" His veins are bulging and I vaguely wonder if his assistant can hear from outside. "No one wants a black man to run the country! You think Congress is pleased with the fact that the only reason they get to wield their white privileged power is because a black man allows them to? Some white people sees us a real threat, Hope. And we both almost paid the price for that. Did it ever occur to you that this 'monster' might have friends too? Like the one who tried to kill me as well? Every friend, every family member, every colleague, every acquaintance, anyone he smiled to on his way to work is still being watched right now, but of course it doesn't matter because you just want to have a 'little fun'!"

"I didn't know," I whisper. All this time I've been worried about my dad getting hurt but it never occurred to me that I might too. I'm stupid to think everything was solved and done with.

"Of course you don't know. You're young and naive and you take everything for granted! Not to mention that criminal with you is a bad influence."

"He's not a criminal," I snap. "And it was my idea, not his. He had nothing to do with it." It was actually Jenna and Barbara Bush's idea, but I didn't think that argument would be in my favor. 

"And you expect me to believe that?" He paces back to his desk and leans against it with his hands.

My mom walks up to me, her mouth set in a grim line. "You're grounded."

"Mom," I protest. "I learned my lesson, I won't do it again."

"It's non-negotiable."

"In fact," My dad adds, walking beside her. "You're going to break up with him right now."

"What?" I look at my mom for help but she only glares at me.

"Pull out your phone. Call him right now. You're going to end things tonight." He says through gritted teeth.

"Daddy, please!" I plead. Is he serious right now?

"I won't let my daughter loose with someone who was arrested for assault! If it wasn't for your mother who ordered to have you followed, I would've dragged your ass out of there myself!"

"You had me followed?" I say incredulously. I can feel the heat rising up my face as I realize that we were being watched the whole time. Maybe not at the parking lot, they wouldn't have found me then, but still.

"Pull out your phone," My dad says slowly.

"No."

"Do it, or I will."

"Please," I whisper, biting my lip in an attempt to stop the stinging in my eyes. "I love him."

"Last week, you was crying that he cheated on you but this week you love him?" I flinch at his harsh words. "Call him now. And you're going to make him think it's your idea. You shouldn't be with someone like him."

I look to my mom, pleading for help. My mom shakes her head and I grit my teeth as I dig into my bag, pull out my phone, and dial his number.

*****

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