See? I don't need a bodyguard!

Shops

I was left with no one else but Matt, I couldn't rely on anyone else but him. I wanted to give up on this whole death threat situation. It was embarrassing that they couldn't even say it to me in person.

Okay, maybe I don't want to met up with the person but like... Just threathen me to my face if you wanna be a big boy you act like.

"Try doing this. Poison him with annoyingness and act like a preppy bitch and went for hours shopping and ask his oppinion. No man could make it long. Be that typical girl who annoys him. Test his endurance, and when you find his weak spot, hit him hard. Simply? Force him to voluntarily step down from that position," Matt smiled as he told me his diabolical plan. I couldn't help but agree. He always knew how to advise.

"Thanks, Matt. I love you, you're really he best mate," I smiled and hugged him. I really love him. And I probably care much more about him than about Nelson. I kicked him off the date and told him to wait a few days. I knew if he didn't click with Droid, it wouldn't lead anywhere. If I manage to get rid of Droid, I might go back to him and even happily.

So... I took Droid shopping. I don't like shopping, but when it came to poisoning, I was all in.

If someone didn't get it, I love annoying and making people lost their mind 'cause of me.

That day, I crawled out of bed at four in the morning. I planned to wake him up, annoy him all day, and there were a few aces up my sleeve I could use. I gave him a very complicated coffee order, and even though at first he said it wasn't in his job description to be my maid, without saying a word, he brought me the exact order.

But we were just getting started.

I took him to the studio where I was recording my new song for the new album, and then I started dragging him around the city. We walked around in circles, and I didn't shut up. I constantly nagged him, and we went to stores where I bought absolutely unnecessary clothes and any other crap, but mainly, I made him carry all my bags that were pretty heavy.

What annoyed me the most was that he didn't even get tired. He kept walking the same way, and I couldn't see where he was looking because he wore sunglasses. But he walked everywhere beside me.

We went shopping, and I wanted his opinion on any clothes or anything, but he kept saying this one fucking sentence:"giving opinions on your things or clothes is not in my job description." I hated that sentence, and I feel like I'll develop an allergy to it someday. At least if he relaxed a bit or something. Yes, he's still professional, which I should be grateful for, but I need some fun too. Not just professionalism.

So I pulled another ace out of my sleeve. I 'fell' and 'sprained my ankle,' so he had to carry me on his back. Along the way, I couldn't help but notice envious looks from both men and women. Yeah, my young bodyguard was handsome and deserved a lot of attention.

And what did Droid think of that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

He carried me, and it didn't throw him off track. He was still as strong as that damn tank! If not stronger.

So I gave up on that. I have one last thing that will work. I grabbed my bags and went to the bathroom, where I simply escaped through the window. Good thing it was on the ground floor. Otherwise, I couldn't have executed my plan.

As soon as I was sure I had lost him, I went to the orphanage and gave them all the clothes, toys, and small decorations to make some kids happy. They were happy, and we took some pictures, signed a few things, and chatted for a while.

Meanwhile, as we talked, Matt sent me a picture of Nelson passionately kissing and groping a guy behind the cinema. Puffer. Yeah, he used to be in love with him. It dawned on me that he might still be into him.

I immediately sent Nelson a message that we were done and that I wished him luck with Puffer. I was long over Nelson. Maybe I was annoyed that he didn't tell me about his little crush, but I won't mention it to Droid, or he'll be sour again. He didn't like the name 'Nelson' said around me and I knew it.

But after I kept still saying some funny stuff about Nelson and me, I think he got used to it. I guess he'll be happy to never heard that name again.

Nelson immediately started apologizing and calling me, so I blocked him. Problem solved. I don't want to deal with him at school, and if he tries to approach me, Droid will take care of it. I think he will be very happy about that one.

So I went to the party. I couldn't do anything else. I had to celebrate my breakup.

Everything was fine until I noticed someone was watching me. It was Droid. I don't understand how he found me. He's really good at his job.

I didn't bother with him and kept dancing. He sat there and kept watching me. I subtly approached him and ordered him hard liquor.

So what? I need to see how he behaves with a hangover. Maybe I'll find out how he behaves normally, without his work professionalism. Is it even a word?