Suicide Watch

Chapter 21

Isa POV

We have to wake up extra early on Saturday morning in time for our flight to New York City, and Temi is making a point of being as annoying as possible.

"I don't understand why we have to be up this early," Temi complains for what is probably the tenth time in the Uber on our way to the airport.

For a moment, I consider not replying to her and just ignoring her like I had done for the last nine times.

"Why could we not have gotten a flight later on in the day?"

I sigh, caving. "Your mom got her secretary to book the flight early so you can get to New York City and settle down before the events later today."

Temi glares at me from her position in the backseat right next to me. "I wasn't asking you."

"Who were you asking, then?"

Obviously, Temi does not reply to this but stares out of her window, going back to ignoring me. Through the mirror reflection, the Uber driver offers me a pity smile, and I shrug in response.

The trip to New York City is very last minute. I only got the call from Temi's mom, explaining the details of the trip briefly before connecting me with her assistant, Sophie, who went over things in a bit more detail.

Basically, Temi and I are going to be in the city for the weekend. Primarily for Temi to attend events for her mom's campaign. Typical politician-kid procedure.

Temi decides to still maintain her grouchy mood as we get to the airport and I end up being the one to handle most of the checking in process, whilst Temi stands to the side with a scowl on her face.

It's not till we get onto the plane that I can have a bit of peace. We are flying first class and instead of being seated next to Temi; I am seated opposite her in a cubicle of our own.

The only downside of this arrangement is that Temi seems hell bent on glaring at me throughout the flight. She even makes a deal of pointedly staring at me, rolling her eyes and looking away, just to do it all over again a few seconds later.

I send Temi a smirk, causing her scowl to deepen. Despite myself, I can't stop thinking of how endearing it is that she's putting all this effort into displaying her displeasure at me. To be honest, I'll take this treatment over when she's completely ignoring me.

I think back to the incident that happened when I got out of the bathroom a few days ago and I instantly feel my body temperature rise. I hate the physiological effect just thinking of this has on me. Yet, it's not been the first time I have thought about it since it happened.

I suddenly notice Temi staring at me, her eyes surveying me in confusion.

"What?" I ask.

"What are you thinking about?" Temi asks.

I stare at her with the blankest expression I can muster, but Temi's eyes only narrow slightly in suspicion.

"It's none of your business," I finally resort to saying.

"It is my business. You are being weird and stuff."

I stare at Temi for a moment, not wanting to say anything.

"Fine," Temi huffs, folding her arms over her chest, "I'm going to sleep. You're such a freaking weirdo, Isa."

I say nothing to this but I can't help thinking that she's right. Temi is right. I am a freaking weirdo. I'm having fantasies about someone I'm literally supposed to be protecting. Being Temi's bodyguard is my job and I keep reminding myself. It's the main reason that I am here right now- no matter how blurred the lines might sometimes appear.