See? I don't need a bodyguard!

New bodyguard

As soon as I saw my new bodyguard, I almost passed out. He was wearing tight black pants and a long-sleeved shirt, also tight. A bit taller, black haired guy with longer hair who looked a few years older than me and probably had some ethnic backround. But he had huge, well-defined muscles and one way blue sunglasses hanging from the waistband of his pants.

He had beautifully dark brown irises and beautifully shaped face, plus he measured about 6'1, which was a lot taller than me if we get the fact that I am 5'9, witch IS NORMAL HEIGHT. He had wide legs and his hands folded on his chest. He looked dangerous and with such a stony expression. He looked like a psychopath, maniac or some kind of sex offender. Okay, maybe not the last one, but it could be. You never know with those kinds of people. However, I think laughter will suit him more.

"Hey, handsome. Are you sure you're my bodyguard and not my next boyfriend?" I made a cheesy pick-up line, but his posture and gaze didn't budge. He kept looking down at me. He seemed to be looking at me within his field of vision. "You look quite young, how old are you? How can I be sure you know your job?" I asked a bit more annoyed, and at that moment, my mom threw the ball directly at me. When I noticed it, it was too late to react, so I closed my eyes and waited for the impact.

Nothing happened for a long time, so I opened my eyes. Of course, the bodyguard caught it effortlessly and didn't even have to look to know where the ball was coming from. This convinced me that he might be capable, but the stone face expresion will come off. I don't trust people who don't show emotions. They are just not my vibe ya get me? Like who kind of person don't like to laugh or just show people you are happy. I'm saying, he is weird.

"I'm freshly eighteen, sir. And believe me, I'm good at my job. Your parents have everything they need. You can read my records and awards, sir," he said with an icy cold tone. He had an Texas accent.

Fine, he's a bit younger than me, but he looks much more masculine than me. Great. Can he even work? After all, I'm almost twenty and in my last year of school ever. Then I'll just travel for concerts and have my celebrity life.

So, that means he's without high school, because school year didn't end and he is eighteen, so still in school. Great. That's the only thing I need. Someone who drop out of high school, become a bodyguard because he's uneducated and who won't understand school, but mainly, who can fight. Or maybe he has schooling, but I don't think he would graduate early, because what is the reason for him? I have the reason, I am a celebrity, but he is not, he's just a young bodyguard.

"Of course," I said with rolled eyes and headed to my car. Of course, he opened the door for me, but I'm clever, so when I was getting in, I definitely, 100% accidentally brushed my shoulder against his abs. And oh God! It was as hard as a rock. No, even harder than that, harder than fullerene.

(Educational moment with Author: Fullerene is the hardest known natural mineral and one of the hardest substances ever)

Once we got to school, Nelson didn't look very pleased when he saw me with my new and young bodyguard. Well, my bodyguard looked like a typical flirtty fuck boy. I wonder why he's being a bodyguard and has such sexy hair and is not. No bodyguard has fuck boy hair like that. And he has no tattoos, witch bodyguards also have a lot of. On one hand, I'm glad. I have a different bodyguard who looks different from everyone else. He's not bald and doesn't have tattoos, plus he looks like a normal college student.

Nelson took me by the shoulder and dragged me a bit further away from my bodyguard. I don't even know his name. I should find out. After all, he'll be with me everywhere and will be watching over me so why just not get another friend?

"Look, darling. I know I overdid it yesterday and acted like an arrogant idiot, but you didn't have to replace me right away. If you had read the messages, you would know how scared I was that something happened to you. You're my boyfriend, I would die if something happened to you," Nelson said angrily and offended. Yes, he wrote and called me that evening, but I wasn't in the mood, and I had to watch my parents forcing me to sign papers saying I will VOLUNTARILY have a bodyguard to protect me. This was everything but not voluntary.

"It's just my bodyguard, geez, chill out, man. I'm still angry with you for what you did yesterday. And now you're accusing me of cheating? I don't need this, bye," I said offended, and he didn't like it. He grabbed me by the neck and made me look at him.

But my bodyguard didn't like that, so he intervened. He grabbed Nelson by the neck, but didn't hurt him. At least I hope he didn't.

"What's your problem, you fuck?! Let me exist, you son of a bitch!" Nelson exclaimed and tried to defend himself, but he didn't stand a chance against the bodyguard. Well, his muscles were much stroger that they looked like.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" I shouted, and right after that, bodyguard let go of him and stood behind me. He listens to me, nice.

As expected, Nelson was pissed off and wanted to attack my bodyguard, but I blocked him. The last thing I want is for him to get punched by my bodyguard and then they will hate each other.

"Enough, Nelly. Neither of you needs to do this. He's just doing his job. So don't make it harder," I said and pierced my bodyguard with a look. "And you calm down too," I growled in his direction.

"Why can't I be your bodyguard?" Nelson asked and kept glaring at my bodyguard.

"Isn't there a spider over there?" my bodyguard asked arrogantly with a stony expression and pointed to Nelson's shoulder.

There was no spider, but Nelson screamed in fright. I started laughing, but his stony expression didn't change. I get it; I probably wouldn't want a bodyguard who smiles and is nice to everyone but come on! This was funny!

"So... that's the reason why you can't be," I laughed and led my bodyguard into the classroom.

Meanwhile, I heard girls and even boys whispering words of praise and respect about him. Guys want to be like him, and girls want him in bed.

"What's your name, by the way? I don't want to call you 'hey you' or 'bodyguard'," I said and looked into his dark brown irises. He had really beautiful eyes and hair. Much nicer than Nelson. And he also stood up for me when Nelson 'attacked' me, even though it was probably just part of his job... Yeah, I'm just being weird now. I'm making scenarious in my head.

But to be honest... Nelson is not that pret- EW! What am I thinking of? Nelson is definetly better!

"I'm Droid, sir," he said completely emotionlessly and followed me into the classroom the whole time behind my back.