A.N: Here is my new story and I know it's not my best but I hope you like it. It's not that Sam is really angry but just teasing David and giving him a lesson. I want to dedicate this story to my other two best friends Ayesha and Fiza. They are really great and get just as excited as I do when you guys review for me so make us happy.

Top Ten reason why having a Boyfriend who is The President's Son Sucks

10. He always has girls flitting around him flirting and asking him out and all that although they know that he is taken. He as the president's son has to 'play along and not be rude' according to the President himself.

9. We are never able to go for a movie without a thousand girls – and guys – trying to get to talk to David. Not to mention the reporters. You should never forget the reporters.

8. We have to be careful about when we kiss – although nowadays we hardly do – incase anyone of the reporters catch us and a picture of us smooching end up on the front page The Daily Times.

7. Ditto holding hands.

6. Ditto to any other emotional public display.

5. I only get to see him like twice a week and that's not even on an official date. I meet him at the art classes that I'm taking. Even mentioning meeting him on the weekends make him laugh as he knows – and I know – that he will be too busy helping his dad out with speeches and appearances at garbage functions that will be of no use to him or anyone else for that matter.

4. I can't even think about accompanying him in any of his 'jobs' because I know that I'm not invited and even if I was I would never want to go because I would be bored to death and if any one of the reporters saw me even glance at David in any way the newspaper for the next day would have declared me of having sex with the dude or planning of having it.

3. Even if we have any official dated they would usually mean going over to his house or to my house which both sucks as the whole world would be putting their ear on the door trying to hear if anything interesting was going on.

2. There is usually a bodyguard nearby, so we usually never get anytime alone. I mean as if I would try to hurt David. I mean I saved his father for Christ's sake not forgetting the fact that he is my boyfriend and I love him.

1. The main reason why it sucks to be the girlfriend of the Presidents son is that he is always standing me up and gets away with it.

Chapter 1

It's not that he purposely stands me up – at least not usually. Its just that he has so much work to do and so many parties to go to that he doesn't have time for me. Wait. That did not sound right. What I meant was that he is really busy and has a lot on his mind especially with his final year of high school and the Couples Dance he has the job of getting ready for.

The Couples Dance is this grand party being held in this great hall to celebrate David's graduation. He is allowed to invite anyone he wants and it is not only for couples. It's just this name that popped into his mind and David being the really softy he is, had to go ahead and name the dance this. It's actually for all the teenagers who are graduating this year. Their dates could be of any age. It's like the biggest bash of the year in Washington D.C. Everyone is talking about it, not only those in America but also those in Canada and Europe. Probably the whole world is taking about it.

On the day David announced the date it was on the new only an hour later that I would be his date and my front step was crowded with reporters asking about my views and what I would be wearing, blah, blah, blah. We were able to get everyone to go away but it was pretty hard. I couldn't help smiling in spite of myself. Our couple was cute. I had to admit that. When David held me in his arms I fit in perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle.

We never fought but I was getting pretty angry now. It was January and it was freezing. I was standing outside our spot behind Susan Boons art studio and he was two hours late. I began to wonder if he would show up. I had no ride home as my mom and dad had gone to Lucy's cheerleading meet and wouldn't be back until very late and Theresa had gone to her own home for a while and wouldn't be back until next week.

I threw up my arm in anger and decided to head home although it was pretty far away. Am I kidding myself, it's about 50 blocks away! But what could I do. I began walking home grumbling to myself about how irresponsible David was and whether I should be angry at him or not. Just when I was halfway home after what seemed like hours to me I saw a limo driving up to me.

I had finally decided on ignoring David for a while. He deserved a lesson. This wasn't the first time. He always did this. He could never get anywhere on time anymore. It was really starting to bug me. It was becoming his habit. I started to walk forward; my teeth were chattering; my nose was red and my feet were numb and probably blue from all the cold.

The limo stopped right in front of me. Since I had no other way to go, I stopped. One special agent whom I recognized to be Greg got out of the car with a blanket and a worried expression on his face. I rolled my eyes. They treat me like a child. I waited for David to emerge out of the car but no one else did.

"What is his excuse now?" I asked taking a step back from Greg who was trying to pull me into the car.

"David seems to have something important to deal with right now. He wanted me to apologize for him and to take you home." Greg said in a voice that was tight with frustration as I would not let him put the blanket around him.

"Why you?" I said simply.

"What do you mean why me?" said a startled Greg.

"I mean why are you saying this? Is David to chicken to come out and face me?"

"No. I don't know what you mean." Greg seemed kind of confused but to tell you the truth so was I. Then it dawned upon me.

"He didn't come?" I said with awe. But my awe was not in admiration but in disbelief.

"Um, well no, he was –"

"Forget it." I cut off Greg and pulled off the blanket which he had finally managed to pull over me and started marching home. What a creep. What guts? I can't believe he would do that to me.

"Samantha, come back here –" I could hear Greg calling me back but I would not get in that car. Not now not never. I heard Greg getting back in the car and I could just imagine him frantically calling David or anyone else asking about what to do. This made me smile.

Eventually Greg ended up following me home. About six blocks before home I saw a car pull up toward me and saw my classmate Scott rolling down his window. He smiled at me.

Wow!

He sure is cute. He had dimples which were showing just now while he was smiling at me. He had wavy brown hair which seemed as if they would feel great running your fingers through. I suddenly realized what was going on in my head and scolded my self. I was only mad at David but I still loved him.

"Hey!" He said.

"Hey!" I said back at him.

"Where are you heading?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Home." I said still smiling.

"Well, I could give you a ride home if you want to but it seems that the limo is –"

"No, I'd love a ride. Thanks." I gave him my best smile and got into the car. When I was halfway in I suddenly remembered something.

"Wait a minute, okay?" I said to Scott.

"Sure, take your time" He said.

I ran to Greg's window and he rolled it down. "Samantha what in the –" he began to say.

"I'm getting a ride home from a friend. You can go home and tell David not to call me and that I'll call him." I said this quickly and before giving him a chance to protest I ran back to Scott's car and got in.

"Let's go." I said cheerfully. "Do you know where I live?"

Review please and if you hate it then tell me. I realize that starting it with a fight is not good but I could not think of any other starting. The fight shows the problem they seem to be having – and are about to have…