The Rockstar's bodyguard { A Bethanny Mcnarie novel }

Chapter 39 : The Dirty Laundry { Bethanny POV }

        I pulled out my calendar and looked at the date. September 7th. I had four days until my official classes started at Berkeley.

Of course,  I'd already taken two summer courses. My summer professor, Dr. Morgan, had become somewhat of a mentor to me.  I had an appointment with him later that day to discuss something important.  I guess I must have impressed him somehow, because he said it would be to my benefit to come. Dr. Morgan wasn't hard to impress as a former FBI director. I was baffled.

        My roommate Kira threw something at me and I looked up.
"What?" I asked.
"Are we going out tonight?" She asked. "There's a bonfire at the fear houses for freshman. Sounds fun."
"Just don't drink anything," I said. "You never know what's in it. "
"Buzzkill," Kira said.  "Come on. We have no homework,  no classes, let's party."

        "Fine, but I'm not drinking or grinding on any boys."
"Are you a lesbian Bethanny, " she asked me blunty.
Kira was the blunt type. When I first saw her with her goth hair and makeup, I gawker a little bit. She told me I looked like a dumbass and flipped me off. Somehow,  I'd decided I liked her for her bluntness. It suited her."I'm not a lesbian," I said. "I'm just here to study, not to date. And if I was going to date..."
"Then what? "
"Nothing," I said. "But I'll go and help you when you get sloshed, ok?"
"Deal," Kira smiled. "Too bad you're not a lesbian. I have a really cute friend you might like."

        "Look I have to go meet with Dr. Morgan." I said. "Why don't we have dinner and then head to the bonfire afterwards?"
"See you at six, bitch," she said.
"Whatever, skank."
We'd been roommates for five days, and we already had wildly inappropriate pet names for each other.  Only Kira got me to act that way.

"Wait,  blunt question," Kira interjected.  "Are you screwing Dr. Morgan?"
"God no," I gawked.
"You just seem like you're into older guys," she shrugged.

I turned and walked away, shaking my head. She wasn't totally wrong,  she was ust off by about twenty years.

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I knocked on Director Morgan's office and smiled. He waved me in and I sat down.

"Miss Mcnarie," Director Morgan said. "Sit down, what a pleasure."

"Ok," I said. "So, what did you want ot talk to me about?"

"Oh, to the point," Director Morgan smiled, his dark eyes lighting up. "I like that, Bethanny. So many young people try to suck up, make small talk. do they really care abotu my lunch choices? No. They don't. It's so tedious at times."

"I can imagine," I said.

        "Anyways," He continued. "I wanted to talk to you about your future. Yoiu're a very bright young woman."

"We all are here," I siad. "This is Berekly, after all."

"Yes," Director Morgan said. "But for a freshman to get hundred percents on her quizzes os consistently. It's marvelous. And your test scores, SATs and ACTs are dam near mind blowing. I am sure your sister is lovely, but it amazed me how every fawns over the model and ignores the Mcnarie family genius. Do you know what your IQ is?"

"No," I said. "Probably average."

"I'm cporetty good at reading people, profiling them," he replied. "Bethanny, it's hard ot be extremely intelligent as a young woman. I am bettign you constantly hold back."

"Not constantly," I said. "I am normal."

        "Still," he said. "I see you want to pursue forensic science and crimonology. You're a double major."