My Bodyguard

Chapter 1 - Lucy

"Lucy, wake up! Wake up!", my annoying little brother screams at me for the billionth time, rubbing his small hands against my large arms.

"I'm already awake", I mumble but it mostly sounds like a slur. I really don't want to go to school today. I've already got enough problems in my life, I just want to cut one of them out of my everyday reality only for today.

"Are you?!", Sam questions sarcastically, sitting on the top deck of the bed staring down right at my face ,whilst my eyes are closed. As soon as I open them, I see blue eyes narrowed down at me and a perfect, adorable face so close to me it makes me and my brother yelp, then crash our heads together. In results there was a huge red mark on our foreheads and a crying Sam , which I found humerous but annoying. Who could blame him? He's only six and stupid.

When I turn around, I notice that the digital clock is flashing ' 8:01am'. Oh fudgekins! It's the first day of my 2nd year at college and I'm late! Why am I always late on my first day of anything? This happened to me in kindergarten, High School, my first year at college and is happening to me right now at my 2nd!

Luckily I already organised what I need to take and wear to school today so that saved a lot of time. By the time I finish getting myself ready, I take a quick glance at the mirror. I don't look perfect, but I think I look okay.

Today I'm wearing skinny jeggings with a bright pink fleece and a knitted cardigan without sleeves or buttons to cover my back but stops just beneath my shiny, silver belt that goes through the top of my jeans. It's the perfect combination but I'm still not so sure to wear bright coverage on my first day. I should have wore a lighter colour and let my hair out instead of putting it as a ponytail. I just hope that all day, I can avoid the Plastics or else God knows what they will do to me.

Escaping out of my worried thought, I quickly grab a crisp sandwich which Sam left ,probably for himself, but I don't care that it was full of prawn cocktails, which makes my breath stink, I'm starving. Whilst putting my seat belt on, I manage to swallow the whole chunk I bit of in a desperate attempt to get to school but it only took longer.

After ten minutes of driving, I finally arrived at my college and there was no body outside or in the hallway. Great (!) When I arrive at my first class, I stare through the window by the door and there is no one inside. That's strange. I walk by the other classrooms but they're all locked and still their is nobody inside.

Where is everybody?! Even though I don't have any friends or people I hang out with, I feel even more lonely then ever. How can I miss out so much by being six minutes late! When I arrive at the cafeteria, I spot the janitor mopping up the dirty wooden floor. I take one step further and he turns around to look at me as a confused expression wipes across his face.

"What are ye' doin' here?", he asks in a raspy, rude tone. I don't like the janitor.

"Umm....well...school, deserted", I manage to say pointing to the building where all the classrooms are. Why on Earth did I say school? My mind is playing tricks on me.

"You here to learnin'", his vocabulary and English is terrible and I feel uncomfortable in the same room with the janitor who everyone calls a pervert. He looks like one but doesn't behave like one.

"Yeh...yes", I lose my choice of words. All of a sudden, he bursts out laughing with his hands on his knees.

"Girly, come back on Monday. Today's Sunday. Hee-hoo, that rhymes!", he laughs even more thinking what he just said is smart. It isn't. I'm starting to get annoyed and my blood is boiling, so I turn around and march right towards the door looking down at my feet,until I bump into someone.

Just as I was about to fall back on the glass cabinet which held all the trophies, he grabs me by my wrist and waist, then pulled me towards his chest. My cheeks turn red in seconds and I back away from his grip so I don't embarrass him or myself any further.

He....looks good. Like really good. I guess you could say he looks hot, wearing a jeans shirt unbuttoned which fits tightly to show his abs, and a white t-shirt underneath that stops right at his black belt which is loosely tied around his black jeans that covers the top of his black and white sneakers. What a perfect look.

"S..sorry. Are you okay?", he asks in a polite tone, disturbing me of my crazy thoughts.

"Umm....yeh. Yeh, yeh, I'm fine", I rush my words quickly, trying to get out if here as fast as I can. But why is he here? He couldn't have came to college the same reason I have.

Before I can stop myself I question, "What are you doing here? It's Sunday."

"I could ask you the same thing", he chuckles and I smile a small smile.

"Well today, I thought it was Monday so I came to school. Pretty stupid huh?" Did I seriously say the word 'school' again? To two men in less than five minutes?

"A bit", he answers my question. "But your not the only one-"

Wait, he thought today was the first day of college? How wierd.

"On my first day of high school, I arrived on a day-off because of the heavy snow."

Oh.

"Tomorrow I start on my 3rd year and I'm here to have a look around. The principal knows. That's why the college gates were left open."he answers my first question and points at the gates through the glass door.

"I....I think I should go before the principal comes", I blurt out whilst heading towards the door.

"See you tomorrow", he waves at me with his hands in his pockets. I nod at him then walk out of the gates. I'm lucky I got out of there before any more awkwardness could happen. It looks like I've made a new friend. Because I didn't enjoy my breakfast, I went to the shops and bought myself a Kit Kat.

Just as I was going to turn the handle of my front door, Mum opens it and I can tell by the look on her face that she is pissed, just like always.

"Where were you?!", she questions as I walk inside. When I arrive at the kitchen to put my Kit Kat bar away, I hear a faint cry upstairs. He's still crying?!

"I asked you a question!", Mum yells impatiently.

"To the shops to get a chocolate bar for Sam", I reply, not mentioning the details before that. I walk upstairs to Sam leaving an Angry Mum downstairs. When I arrive at his room, I see him crouched on the carpet with his head in his arms.

"Seriously Sam, it was only a bump on the head so quit your crying. You said you can take anything", I murmer holding out the Kit Kat towards him.

He looks up at me with wet cheeks and says one thing that makes my heart drop into my stomach.

"I miss Daddy."