Wicked (MaskedMexican)

Chapter 33 - Politics

~Ohm's POV~

"What are your views on the Derp Crew?" The question causes me to pause and turn towards the media flocked around me. The woman who asked seems to just be shining with curiosity as are the people around. As someone of high position now the most commonly asked question is where you lie in the Derp Crew debate nowadays. Everyone knows dad is one of the more major politicians who are against he Derp Crew joining as are the majority of people. Despite this, I just look back towards the camera and smile politely and gently.

"I support the Derp Crew." It's with the single sentence the entire crowd of media freeze, staring at me as if they're trying to ensure I said what they thought I said. When they confirm everyone explodes with asking several questions.

"You're for? Isn't your father against it?"

"How can you and your father speak when your opinions are different?"

"How do you think a group of rebels can help is?"

"Is it true you and your father do not get along well?"

Well, it is true we don't get along the best but there's no way I'd admit it in front of media. Instead the flashing lights from the cameras cause me to wince and immediately suck under all of the camera lens'. I didn't think they would react so strongly to a simple statement of my own opinion they shouldn't give a shit about. Another hand pulls onto my arm forcing me to wave and say goodbye to the media who all seem shocked by my farewell as I'm dragged into another room immediately locked for my "safety" that I'm clearly not able to do myself. When the door is clearly secured I sigh and push back my hair glancing back towards the man who had dragged me in here. The man doesn't look at me at all and instead leans in to the door, seeming to be completely serious with his job.

"You didn't have to pull me away. I could have answered more questions," I complain but he stays completely silent as he listens in on the door. It's as if he's expecting someone to come and assassinate me at any moment. I don't know what this guys job was before but he is definitely not very bodyguard material considering he acts more like an assassin. I sigh and step back around the room used to wait before meetings. Dad insisted I take this meeting when I made it very clear I didn't feel like meeting with anybody. Despite my pleading he insists that I go to meet the others before actually trying to work up the political ladder. I'm already pretty far up there from just being a senator and governor's son, I basically skipped up halfway the ladder already. The bodyguard finally pushes himself off of the door and looks to me with a serious robotic look. I really miss Minx and her constant nagging rather than this plain robot. He sits down at the table beside me and looks to the door seeming completely restless. Did this guy to through war or something?

Eventually the door opens again and I immediately stand up smiling politely. The older man smiles happily and I feel as if I've just entered a huge play act like always. Just a lot of smiling and fancy talk, a whole bunch of no nice to meet you and your place is fabulous. It's when the old man waves me goodbye as I step out of the house and fall into the car. The driver starts driving and I just lay down on the bodyguard who has no idea what I'm doing. I just shut my eyes As I lay my head on the man's lap feeling as if I can pass out from exhaustion at any moment. Lying for so long and keeping that forced smile on for so long is just a shit ton of work I don't want to go through, and yet here I am. I haven't been able to talk to Gassy all day either although I'm aware he has been calling me a couple of times I've just been going all around the place today. Rather than a politician it feels as if I'm more of an eye candy celebrity rather than the serious politician I'm trying to be. The car suddenly stops and I open my eyes, staring at the blank ceiling before climbing off of the body guard and wait for the driver to open the door. I smile brightly as I climb out of the car after the bodyguard and nod to the driver who nods in return.