You are the daughter of the President of the United States. You are constantly surrounded by Secret Service agents, among them you are known as the 'good luck charm'.

A few weeks ago you were finally allowed to go to college and have been sharing a room with Mia ever since.

You're sitting in a lecture when you become the subject of conversation again. Simon, a fellow student, caught your eye and you've been spending every spare minute together ever since.

You have fallen in love with him and he with you. At least that's what you think.

You've just been to your father's event and introduced Simom to your parents.

You've had a wonderful evening and are just heading back to the limo. You're answering a few questions when a car crashes into your limo.

Simon shields you, lifts you up and runs after the other Secret Service Agents. He drops you off in the hallway and you walk to the safety car and gets in.

You look at Simon, smile and wait for him to get in. Simon stands in front of the car and takes out his radio.

"Lucky charm is in the car now," you hear him say.

The car drives off and you realize that he is one of them. A Secret Service agent, undercover. Was it all an act? Did you just imagine everything? It seemed so damn real.

The next day, on the advice of your roommate Mia, you act as if nothing has happened.

You are just leaving your room when you see Simon standing outside your door. He has just come on duty and is responsible for your safety today.