Bodyguard

Farm? What Farm?

I hauled my carryon with me and huffed in frustration as Tristan led us out of the airport, barely paying any attention to me. 

"Can you speed up?,"asked Tristan, frustratedly.

"I'm sorry, this is kinda heavy,"I said, pulling my suitcase with me. 

Tristan grabbed my suitcase and my arm. Then he roughly pulled me, making me stumble trying to keep up with him.

"God, could you get anymore rude?,"I mumbled, under my breath.

"What was that?,"Tristan asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

"Nothing,"I lied, plastering a sweet smile on my face. 

Tristan pulled me out of the airport and we headed to the parking building. We went into an elevator and Tristan pushed the top floor button. Cheesy elevator music came on and I awkwardly stared at the the elevator doors. 

Once the awkward elevator ride was over, Tristan pulled on my arm again and led me to the other side of the lot where a black Lamborghini was waiting for us.

Tristan opened the passenger seat for me and pushed me down into it.

"Hey!,"I protested, but Tristan slammed the door in my face. 

God, I can't believe this guy! Why is he so mean? 

Tristan opened the trunk and threw my carryon suitcase in there. He went around the car and got in the drivers' seat, closing the door behind him.

"So, what's your problem?,"I angrily asked.

"What do you mean?,"Tristan asked, backing out of the parking space.

"You're being so rude and hostile towards me as if I've done you wrong,"I frowned.

"Look,"said Tristan, abruptly stopping the car.

"I'm not here to be your friend, alright? I'm here to protect you and make sure you don't get killed,"Tristan bluntly replied.

"Whoa, what?! Get killed?!,"I exclaimed.

"Whoops, wasn't supposed to say that part,"Tristan said flatly, moving the car again.

"What?! No! Tell me! You can't just say something like that then act like you never said it!,"I cried, desperately.

"Shut up!,"Tristan angrily snapped.

Okay, who the fuck.... does this guy think he is?

"NO! NOBODY tells ME to shut up! I don't care who you fucking THINK you are!,"I said, loudly.

"I said, SHUT UP!,"Tristan yelled, turning towards me.

I huffed and crossed my arms angrily. God, I'm so mad I feel like I'm gonna cry. 

He's lucky I'm too tired to argue.

Tristan drove until we ended up in front of the airport where I saw some men with my bags. I was about to get out of the car to get my stuff when Tristan grabbed my arm.

"Stay here and do not get out of the car,"said Tristan. 

I was about to protest when he gave me a look.

"I'm serious."

"UGH!,"I loudly groaned once Tristan left the car.

 I hate when people tell me what to do and I hate it even more when I have to listen. Tristan put some bags in the trunk and some in the backseat. Then, he got back in the car and put his seatbelt back on. 

We drove in silence.

I stared out the window and Tristan kept his eyes on the road. We got off the highway and drove on some dirt road. Oh God, not to sound spoiled or anything, but I REALLY hope he doesn't live on a farm or something. I'm a neat freak and also a clean freak. Everything has to be spotless in order for me to be comfortable. And that's not always easy when you have pigs and cows running around the place.

"Do you live on a farm?,"I asked.

"What? Are you too good for a farm,"scoffed Tristan.

"It's not that, I was just wondering since we're on a dirt road and all,"I said, doing my best to keep my onions together.

"Well, no, unfortunately I do not live on a farm,"said Tristan.

"Unfortunately?,"I asked. 

What did he mean by that?

"It would've been funny to see you attempt to live on a farm,"said Tristan, lightly chuckling to himself."What're you trying to say?,"I asked, getting defensive.

"I'm saying, you're probably so used to a luxurious lifestyle that you wouldn't last a day on a farm,"Tristan said simply.

Uh, does this guy not know where I'm from?

"Actually! For your information, sir, I lived on a farm before for a whole summer! So, please, talk about stuff you know,"I said, mentally giving myself a high five.

"Wow, a WHOLE summer. Life accomplishment,"Tristan said sarcastically.

"God, it's literally ridiculous how infuriating you are!,"I exasperatedly exclaimed.

"Well, you should've never said anything to me. Like I said before, I wasn't hired to be your friend,"said Tristan.

"ALL I did was ask you if you lived on a farm! Simple yes or no question!,"I argued.

"Well maybe I just don't want to talk to you anymore than I have to!,"Tristan snapped.

"Well, la-de-da!,"I snapped back. 

Tristan gave me a look of confusion and frustration before turning back to the road.

"You make no sense,"Tristan muttered, shaking his head.

"And that's how I like it,"I retorted.

"Stop talking back,"Tristan angrily ordered.

"Yes, mother,"I said, looking back out the window. 

I heard Tristan groan in anger and I smirked to myself. 

This might actually be a little fun.