son of ellen claremont, the first son, son of the female president of the united states, golden boy of america; call it whatever you want, words would still have the same weight when mentioning someone as hot as him.

a tabloid favorite for the past few years, alex had everything it took to follow in his parents' footsteps in politics. he had the natural charisma, the beautiful smile, the questionable sense of humor, the intelligence, the texan accent that could make anyone faith, and most of all, he cared. he really cared about his country, and he cared because he wanted to make a difference, and it was this motivation that made him study everything from international relations, working on his mother's re-election campaign to planning to start studying law. yes, of course, it was a drastic change leaving his comfortable home in texas and suddenly he was getting lost in the rooms of the white house along with his sister, june, and he could swear he discovered a different room every day.

but of course, not even the sky was perfect, he liked to think. you know that popular saying 'there are evils that come for good'? well, there are evils that are just evils, without any good! and oh man, believe me, there's a rock he's never been able to get out of his expensive shoe.

blake carson, son of senator tarrence carson, one of his mother's biggest supporters. was him thorn in his side, his nemesis, no, he was the arrogant, rude and snobbish boy that alex would love to punch in the face and mess up that perfectly coiffed blonde hair full of gel, and that, given his personal reasons. he hated him, and he felt that this feeling would never change within him.