The coaches daughter

*Chapter one*

Charlies pov

"Charlie what in Hevans name is taking so long!" I hear my mother shout from down stairs.

"Im almost done" I reply. My mother is shipping me to Michigan to live with my father.

What she doesn't get is that I wasn't even happy here. You see she didn't have the "energy" to go back to court so she just gave my father full custody.

Considering that she is a partner in the biggest Law firm in all of Manhattan no, all of New York City you would think she would have no problem with a custody dispute.

"Charlotte!" I hear her yell.

"Coming!" I scream snapping out of my thoughts.

"I'm sending Vincent up!" She yells back.

Suddenly Vince, our butler, has entered my room.

"Miss summers may I take your bags?" He asks.

"Yes thank you." I say with as much as a smile as I could muster.

I take a deep breath as I take one more look at my old bedroom.

"Come on dear we will be late." She says as she rushes me out the door.

"Now I have asked lance to drive you he is waiting in the limo." She informs.

"Your not driving me?" I asked less surprised than I should be.

"I have a very important meeting this morning." She says with fake emotion behind her pale blue eyes.

"Thank you for everything Vincent." I say as he loads my bags in the car.

"My pleasure." he says with a the warm smile he always wears.

I get in the car and shut the door with out looking back at my mother.

About 5 minutes into the drive the car stops.

"Um, why are we stopping?" I ask with confusion.

"Mr. Jones's limo needs to be repaired so I will be driving him to the airport as well." Lance replies.

Wow that answered my question so well as if I knew who that was.

I chuckled, the only reason I had made this place home was because of our staff and the people I called my friends.

Someone got in interrupting my thought.

It was an old man. "Hello" I said awkwardly.

"Hm" he grunted.

"Nice weather" I smiled.

"Not nice enough" he growled and then paused "That jackets too provocative I don't like it" he huffed I'm his raspy voice.

The driver chuckles lightly as we began to drive.

Okay let me rephrase that, it was a mean old man.

After an hour of driving I got out and Lance in loaded my bags.

This was it, after 15 minutes I boarded my plane and headed to first class.

I figured it was my mothers apology for shipping.. no forcing me to a different state.

I sat down next to a man who has a benie outstretched covering his face and his head is tilted back by a neck pillow.

I put my bag above then sit down and buckle my seat belt as instructed as I Notice the man next to me has failed to do so.

"Excuse me," I say as I tuck my duffle bag under the seat in front of me.