See? I don't need a bodyguard!

Party

I am Max but much more people, including my parents, call me by my much much more known internet name Pezzy. I'm a very popular singer and in some way actor with one of the wealthiest families in all of Amrica or let alone the whole world. I have around a hundred million followers worldwide, and accordingly, I perform concerts all over the world. My school attendance reflects that, I'm in schoole sometimes two days a week or five days a month but that's okay. I'm already insured for the rest of my great-grandchildren's lives with just a bit spare change.

You might think that as a singer, I must love my fans and that my concerts must be the best thing ever for me, but you'd be wrong. I prefer going to parties. It's the best thing I need in life. I couldn't imagine more than a week without a party.

All of my fans love me for my party life and that I'm shoving real side of being a celebrity such as people always looking at me and mostly for walking around city looking like the homeless person.

Shoeing people that I am just a uman is what I am known for. I do not care about coming to school with greasy hair or not in an representative outfit.

Staying at a party all night and then sleeping through school in the morning is very enjoyable I must say. I don't skip school because I already know what they teach us there and I just wanna sound smart while sleeping in school. I'm quite smart. Average to above-average.

I have a plan how to end school. I love my marketing school and it's fun, but my health isn't. I will ask if I can do maturity a year later and if not, I'm droping out. I don't wanna be somewhere where they teach me something I already know and I must be there, even when I was just half an hour in different state.

You know... being a celebrity is hard.

Once, right after the end of my concert, I disappeared with my boyfriend Nelson to one of the biggest parties in the history of this town. I have no idea where I am, but hopefully, it'll be worth it. The only downside is that it's on an island we're apparently going to by boat. I hate flying and have anxiety attacks when I'm near anything that flies or is high up in the air.

But as soon as we appeared in front of the helicopter, my joy vanished, and panic began to creep up on me, and my fingers started to tingle. I really hate heights and flying.

"You said we were going by boat," I said, trembling. "I'm not going anywhere closer to this shit that I am now, that's clear to you I hope and I'll never sit in that devil's machine. And that's final,"

"It's just a five-minute flight. Close your eyes, and besides, you'll be with me. There's nothing to be afraid of, sweetheart," Nelson said, stroking my inner thigh, dangerously close to my crotch. Then he slid his hand onto my crotch and groaned. Normally, I would have moaned and given him the satisfaction that he has great power over me, but I didn't do it now. I resisted doing it, but I wanted him to deal with it.

"There's nothing to be afraid of? Then enjoy the party without this drama queen. Bye, Nelson," I said angrily and stepped out of the car. It annoys me that he constantly ignores my fear of heights and exploits it to keep me closest to him, so I demonstrated to him how dominant he is. Yes, I constantly love him, but I feel like he's starting to take me for granted.

"But don't! You know I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry," Nelson said, but I just ignored him and closed the car door. I won't be his submissive little knot today. Maybe some other time.

I headed back to the city to my hotel room, where my parents were waiting for me, not thrilled when I go out at night without bodyguards. Or without Nelson. They always want me to have someone around to protect me.

As I walked along, humming occasionally, I noticed a figure in black with a hood over their head following me for several minutes. I circled around the house, and the person still followed me.

"Do you want a photo or an autograph?" I asked, turning to the person who stopped about like fifty feet away from me. They didn't say anything, just threw a crumpled piece of paper at me and ran away.

I thought nothing of it, but as soon as I looked at the paper, I nearly lost my balance and fell.

It was a picture of me, taken by them. I was in my hotel, unseen by the public. They photographed me when I was at the window. The whole picture was covered in death threats, and my face was crossed out in red. I hoped this was a joke but I still couldn't get my mind of it the whole time I was walking home.

And when my parents found out about it, they ordered me a profesinal and, they say, wery talented and representative bodyguard. I never wanted one because the thought of some bald old guy watching over me and interfering with my personal life was just not my vibe, you got me?

Unfortunately, I couldn't convince my parents otherwise. At least my parents say he is representative worthy.

I still didn't want him and with but my parents insited on it and a little spoiler alert for the start. I'm grateful to them for it now.