I spend the rest of the weekend nursing a category five hangover. When I woke up on Saturday it felt like I'd been run over by a semi. I felt like shit.

Still, I can't deny it wasn't an amazing night.

That, and I can't seem to get my mind off Winston.

"I can't believe you didn't get his number," Vienna chastens me. Her eyes are closed as she floats backward in the pool water. It's Sunday afternoon and we're relaxing in my rooftop pool, catching a few rays of sun and sipping mimosas.

When I don't respond she continues talking.

"Want me to get his number from Danny?"

"Absolutely not."

"Why?!"

"Because he's Winston King. His sister is freaking Cecilia King and their dad is Norman King. They're damn near royalty. There's no way I stand a chance."

"That does not sound like the Kennedy I know."

"I'm just being realistic," I raise my glasses and look at Vienna. She opens her eyes and looks back at me. "Besides, I'm sticking to my original plan."

"Which is?"

"I'm going to marry a senator."

She scoffs. "Oh yeah. That. Well what about that kiss?"

"I thought we agreed never to talk about that."

"No, you agreed never to talk about it. I never agreed to such a thing."

"It meant nothing. It was just a birthday gift." I touch my lips remembering, then sigh. I'll probably never be kissed like that ever again in my life.

"But-"

"What is this, an interrogation?" I sit up slightly from my recliner. "How about I grill you instead. What's going on between you and Danny, huh?"

"Nothing. We're just friends."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah. Like I haven't heard that one before. How'd you meet him anyway?"

"At a nightclub when I snuck out one night."

"Was this before or after the fake IDs?"

"Before. I had to use finesse to sneak my way inside. Thank God we have those fake IDs now. Anyway he offered to buy me a drink and he was hot so I said why not?"

"You know, usually when a guy offers to buy you a drink it ends up as an episode on Dateline."

"True. Then we started talking for a little bit before he asked me to dance. When I was about to leave he asked for my number."

"How old is he?"

"Twenty-one.

"Hmmm," I take a sip of my drink. "Older guys are so much hotter."

Vienna laughs. "Well I'm glad you like them, because the majority of United State senators are old, white men. Hope you're ready to spend the rest of your life with a one minute missionary man."

I narrow my eyes at her and she's gives me an innocent look before closing her eyes again.

Bitch.

...

When Monday morning rolls around I'm back to business. I dress in a no-nonsense white pantsuit with black heels. My hair is up in its signature sleek, high ponytail. My freckles are covered with foundation and my lips are painted with blood red lipstick.

"You look beautiful darling," my mother says as I enter the kitchen where she's nursing a cup of coffee and fruit bowl. She's already dressed for work in a olive colored dress, nude Louboutin's and a white blazer. Her platinum blonde hair is razor straight as usual, falling to her chin.

"Where's dad?" I grab a Fiji water from the fridge.

"He already left for work. Apparently he's taken on a big case, but he's being hush about the details," she stands. "Anyway, I have a lot to do today. I'm working on negotiating a two million dollar contract to sign Alexandra Star with her manager." My mother works for IMG Models, one of the top model management companies. The agency's offices are based in six world capitals: New York, Los Angeles, Paris, London, Milan, and Sydney.

I unscrew the cap off the water bottle and take a sip. "People are saying she's the next big thing."

"Oh she is. Which is why this deal absolutely cannot fall through," she kisses my cheeks. "Have a good day at school."

"Will do." With that, I head out. The truth is I have my own driver, but he's been working for my family for so long he feels more a family member than an employee. I always try to make sure he has weekends off, hence why Vienna and I took a cab to Winston's party.

"Good morning Charles!" I greet him cheerily as I step outside. He opens my door for me.

"Good morning Miss Davis," he replies with a smile. "Big day?"

"Very," I slide into the plush upholstery. "Today, I become a president."

...

I stand in line with the other student body candidates as Headmaster Jones takes the stage. The entire school has gathered in the auditorium for the results of the election. We take our politics seriously here.

"Welcome you to our 2019 student body election!" He announces. There is loud applause along with some whistling before he raises his hand and it becomes silent.

"This year we've been lucky enough to have a diverse range of candidates, each with their own uniqueness, quality, and skill. No matter who wins, you've all had an important impact on our school."

He continues to explain each position within the student body and all the new changes he hopes to implement this school year with our help. I stifle a yawn. Yeah, yeah, can he just get to the winners already?

"And now, Vice Principal Brookes with the results!"

I tune back in just as Ms. Brookes takes the stage to the sound of light clapping. No one really likes her. She's sort of a bitch, and it's like she's got a stick up her ass twenty four seven. No wonder she's vice principal and divorced.

She clears her throat and pushes her glasses up her nose. "Thank you. We will begin with the results of the secretary." Principal Jones hands her an envelope and she opens its up, pulling out a sheet of paper. "Ahem. This years student body secretary is... Svetlana Mikhailova."

There's cheering as Svetlana steps out of line to shake her hand, then Principal Jones. I'm glad she won. Svetlana has excellent handwriting, an impeccable organizational system, is responsible, and great at multi-tasking. All important aspects within a secretary.

The rest of the results follow in a similar fashion. Luka Moretti wins treasurer, and Isiah Woodsburo wins Vice President.

"And now, for the moment I'm sure you've all been waiting for," Ms. Brookes rolls her eyes. "The results of the student body president."

It's completely silent as the envelope with the results is sliced open. You could cut the tension in the air with a butter knife. I stand up straighter and hold my breath as she pulls out the paper from inside.

"And this year, your new student body president is..."

Why am I even nervous? I know I'm going to win. And why is she taking so long to read the damn results?

"...Kennedy Davis!"

I break out into a huge smile and try to act surprised and humbled, like I had no idea I was going to win. The entire auditorium breaks out into thunderous applause and chanting.

"Kennedy! Kennedy! Kennedy!"

"Wooh!" Vienna cheers from the front row, holding up a huge sign. "Go best friend, that's my best friend!"

I shake both principals hands. "Quiet!" Ms. Brookes barks. It takes a few more minutes, but the noise finally dies down. "As is customary, our new president will now give a short speech."

I thank her and she moves aside to I can take the podium. "Ahem. First off I would like to say how deeply thankful I am you all voted for me and how humbled I am to be standing before you as your new student body president. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make our school even more amazing than it already is."

There's laughter and more clapping.

"Being a leader is more than just barking out orders and telling others what to do. It's about putting the people first. It's making sacrifices for the greater good. It's making the hard decisions, even though others may not necessarily agree with you or even hate you for it. I've spent my entire adolescent life building myself up to become the person who stands before you today. Not only a leader. A friend. A confidant. Someone you can trust to make the right choices and get things done. As your new student body president, I cannot promise you perfection, as no one is perfect. But I can promise you this. Loyalty. Hard work. Perseverance. And determination. These are the qualities in which I believe make up a true leader, and I hope to be that to you all. Thank you for voting me, Kennedy Davis, as your new student body president."

I step back as applause and whistling rings out once again. Is this what it's like to be high? It's as if my body is absorbing all the energy from the crowd, empowering me. I honestly feel like a damn queen.

Principal Jones takes the podium once again. "Thank you Kennedy for that lovely speech. And that concludes our 2019 student body elections. Let's give it up again for our winners!"

As I make my way down the stage Vienna rushes up to hug me. "Congrats girly! I knew you could do it! So, how does it feel to be president?"

"It feels..." I pause, then grin. "It feels fucking fantastic."

...

"Okay ladies!" I clap. "We have our first match next week! Let's start with some warm up serves."

I adjust my visor as the girls spread out on the court and start practicing their serves. Since elementary school I've been involved in a number of different extracurricular activities. Riding, piano, dance, gymnastics, and ice skating were only a few. But out of all those activities, tennis is my absolute favorite.

"Remember, killer serves!" I yell. Someone smacks my ass and I yelp, whirling around.

"Relax. It's just me," Gabriel stands behind me grinning. I glare him.

"Touch my ass again and I'll leave an imprint on your face worse than blue balls."

"Ouch. Don't be like that Ken," he pouts.

"Don't call me that," I snap.

"Why not? I call you Ken, you call me Gabe-"

"That was when we were dating," I cut him off. "But now we're not, so you don't get to call me that anymore."

"Well then we should change that," he moves in closer and I hold up my racket.

"It will hurt like hell."

He holds up his hands. "Fine. I'll play nice...for now. Congrats on student body president by the way."

"Thanks," I narrow my eyes. "Shouldn't you be at practice?"

"Nah. I'd much rather be here and watch girls run around in short skirts."

"You're disgusting."

"And yet, you dated me. What does that say about you?"

"It says that I was once an idiot. Get out of here Gabriel, I'm serious."

He sighs. "You're no fun. See you later Ken," he winks before jogging off. I shake my head. I am severely disappointed in myself for once dating that.

On the surface, Gabriel seems like the picture perfect guy. Good looking, captain of the lacrosse team, charming personality. But that's all on the surface. I dated him junior year and he cheated on me with a freshman who had been pawing after him while we were dating. After I made her life a living hell, I broke up with him. Since then he's constantly trying to win me back.

Ugh. Boys.

I join practice with the rest of the girls, working out my aggression by imagining Gabriel's face as the ball every time I hit it. As it turns out, this is a great way to release pent up anger. Halfway through practice I call for a break.

"Did you hear? Winston King's birthday was last weekend."

I practically give myself whiplash turning to Naomi, who had spoken.

"Oh yeah," Tiffany replied. "Didn't he turn twenty-two?"

"Yeah, and he had a freaking circus themed birthday party. I stalked his sisters Instagram, and apparently  there were real lions and tigers, along with stuntmen and exotic dancers."

"Ohmygod. That is so cool."

"Yeah," I say offhandedly without thinking. "It was."

Everyone turns to me and I realize I've said too much. Shit.

"You were there?!" Tiffany grabs my shoulders. "Oh my gosh, tell us everything!"

"How did you even get invited?" Naomi asks. "I heard it was super exclusive."

"Please," Hannah chimes in. "If anyone could get an invite, it'd be Kennedy. So, how was it?"

The entire team stares at me expectantly. "It was...um, a lot. You know it was...it was big and loud-"

"Did you get to meet Winston?" Tiffany interrupts. "He's so hot. And rich. And powerful. I'd totally let him screw me seven ways till Sunday."

"Uh, yeah, I saw him briefly." He also stuck his tongue down my throat, but you don't need to know that.

"Imagine marrying into that family," Chloe says wistfully. "You'd be set for life."

I frown. "Or you could work hard and acquire your own wealth," I check my watch. "Breaks over ladies. Back to practice."

They all groan simontaneously before taking one last swig from their water bottles and jogging back onto the court.

Thanks to Naomi, for the rest of practice all I can think about is Winston. I need to get him out of my system, and ASAP.

...