I'm Not Mad [Discontinued]

part 1

Perfect Life?

"Oh John Cena your biceps are huge! Kiss me!"

"Miss Guthrie!"

"Oh yes I love you Mr. Cena!" I cooed.

"Miss Guthrie wake up!" My annoying teacher Mr. Josie yelled slamming a ruler against my desk, snapping me out of my glorious dream back to reality and having to listen to the other students' laughter. "You can dream of John Cena later but not in my classroom! Now pay attention!" He barked venomously which just left the students' laughter becoming louder. Was he seriously trying to dig a deeper hole for me? I wasn't going to take this.

"Miss Claire Guthrie where are you going?!" Mr. Josie asked once he saw me get up from my seat making my way towards the doors, ignoring his question I slammed the door behind me instead of answering his ridiculous question.

Where am I going? I'm leaving duh!

"Claire! Get back in this classroom!" I heard him yell peering his head out the door but I was already half way down the hall. So, I decided to be somewhat polite and just wave over my shoulder without looking back.

It was the least I could do.

As I make my way to the parking lot I notice a tall, handsome, familiar figure leaning against my 2011 black Aston Martin DB9 convertible with black leather interior. Yep, I'm a spoilt little rich girl. My father would buy me anything I want while he was constantly away on his business trips.

"What do you want Max?" I said as I stood a foot away from him with hands on my hips.

Max is my father's apprentice but I always had this major crush on him. I mean who wouldn't?! But because of my 'incident' last month he was given the job of being my bodyguard but it's more like a babysitting job in his case. He also doesn't have bulging muscles like the God John Cena but his physique was a close second. Max also has this smile that would make any woman to lie on their back and say take me right here, right now! Only I am not a woman, just the boss's bratty seventeen year old daughter. To Max I was just a little girl.

"Hey kiddo your dad wanted me to pick you up." See what I mean? Hence the 'kiddo'.

"I'm not a 'kiddo,' and why do you have to pick me up? Why can't he?"

"He had to leave at the last minute to go to Paris."

"Oh. So, why didn't you go with him? You are his apprentice after all."

"Claire, you know that you cannot be alone after your little incident last month and I was going to check you out of school but seeing you had a different idea.." Max pointed out, noting the fact I was trying to skip. Great, just great!

"That still doesn't answer my question."

"Your dad is going to be gone for a month and he doesn't trust you at the house by yourself because of what happened last time, so he needs me to cater to you." I smirked when he brought up what happened last time. I through a big party at the mansion and daddy came home early finding me in HIS room making out with a boy at the foot of his bed. Classic! "Wipe that smirk off your face."

"Lets go Maximilian." I said rounding to the driver side.

"Whoa no, I'm driving."

"What? Do you even know how to drive an Aston Martin?"

"Pa-lease! I'm a guy! Shouldn't I be asking YOU that?" Stupid sexist mother fu-

"Whatever, but if you leave a scratch so help me god!" I threatened while placing the keys in his hand.