Unquestionable love

Chapter 3

We just got home and I slammed the car door shut and storm inside the house grumbling and mumbling angrily to myself. I know my dad cares for me and wants me to be alright but he doesn't have to get me a damn criminal body guard. I'm almost 18, I don't need a protector. I plop myself on the couch with my arms crossed over my chest. Eventually I hear the door shut, then footsteps getting closer to me. Sure enough, Ross is sitting right beside me.
"You can't blame your dad for this" he tells me.
Who is he? My dad?
"Look, I don't need a bodyguard, so don't let the door hit you on the way out" I say annoyingly.
"Look princess--" I interrupt him.
"I told you not to call me princess" I remind him.
"Yeah well I don't listen to what people have to say"
"Yet you listen to my dad on being my body guard?" I question him.
"He had trust in me when others didn't. I was getting out soon and I had no money or house to live in, he gave me an offer that I really needed, so I wasn't gonna be stupid and said yes, but now I'm kind of regretting it"
"But I'm kind of regretting it, he never told me he had such a dramatic, annoying daughter"
Who does he think he is?
"This is my house. I don't care if my dad had some pity on you, I don't, so don't get on my last nerve or I will throw you out" I warn him.
He chuckles smirking at me."I'd like to see you try"
This boy is really getting on my nerves. I get up and go to my room slamming it shut and turn my music up. This is what I love about music, it can make my bad mood turn into a happy or decent mood. Music is just amazing.

. . .

My play list ended making me stop jamming to them. I check the time and see it's 7:00pm already. I better make myself some dinner. I skip down and get in the kitchen but only to see Ross at the oven stirring something in a pan.
"Um.... what are you doing?" I ask.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm making us dinner" he replies with a 'duh' tune.
"Why didn't you call me?" I ask again.
"I did but you couldn't hear over that music so I just made dinner"
"Oh, well okay then" I say.
I walk to the couch and sit down playing on my phone.
"You know you can help me" he suggest.
"Eh" I reply.
"I'm your protector, not your maid"
"You could if I want you to"
"Ugh. I can't believe I agreed to this" he confesses.
"And I can't believe my dad has faith in you" I also confess.
"Yet I'm still here"
I could just feel him smirking when he said that. Agh!
"I'm surprised that you'll listen to your dad"
"Why woudln't I?" I ask him, confused.
"Well some kids won't listen or even look at their parents when they're in jail"
"Well my dad didn't do something bad to get him in there"
"What did he do then?"
"He was working for this company, but apparently they were doing illegal stuff, and they thought my dad was in it too so they locked him up in jail without listening to his side of the story"
"Well sorry about that"
"Tha-- wait why did I even tell you that? Ugh, never mind"
Just then, my phone rang. I press answer and put my phone to my ear.
"Hel--" I got interrupted by my screaming bestie.
"Laura! Oh my god! Guess what!?" she screams.
"Another guy?" I ask, so obvious.
"Yes! Omg! He's so cute and hot and a awesome kisser!" she tells me.
"That's great and all, Hilary but--"
"Yo princess, dinner"
I cover the speaker on my phone and glare at Ross.
"I'm on the phone moron"
"Well say goodbye to your loud and player bestie and sit down and eat" he demands.
Ugh, boys are the worst.
"Fine!"
I take my hand off of the speaker and put it against my ear.
"Hey Hilary, I got to go, I gotta eat dinner"
"Well alrighty then. Cya tomorrow!" before hanging up.
I throw my phone on the other side of the couch and force myself up, walking to the kitchen and sit on a chair. Ross puts my plate in front of me. I just pick at it. I could feel Ross's eyes on me.
"What's wrong?" he ask.
"Did you poison this?"
Okay, so I know that sounds extreme and totally stupid but you never know, he is a criminal.
"Yes Laura, I poisoned your food so I don't have to protect you anymore" he says sarcastically.
"I'm just making sure. You're a criminal" I remind him.
I think I hit one of his sensitive nerves because he just looked at me disappointed. He grabbed his plate and got up walking to the couch. What did I do? Eh, I'll ask him later, now let's taste this food.