Privacy [completed]

THIRTY-FOUR| privacy is love?

"Wear your own clothes. My clothes are for special events. You meeting this old guy on a date is anything but special," Chloe said.

"I agree with her," Harry said, his arm going around Chloe's waist. I noticed her blush. "This is stupid."

"You are stupid!" Chloe yelled to me.

"I'll wear my own clothes, then," I mumbled.

I got my own clothes, and dressed in jeans, a black sweater, and my boots. I took the hair tie off and let my short hair fall loose. Sometimes I forget my hair is bright blue. It's been like this for so long. I was ready to leave out the door until Harry stopped me.

"Trent's going to take you, and he's going to stay with you," said Harry.

I frowned. I never get any privacy.

"This man could be dangerous for all we know. Trent's going to be there in the car waiting on you. If he see's something suspicious, he'll be there in a flash," said Harry.

"No."

"Yes, idiot!" Chloe yelled. "This Scott guy is weird as hell, Trent is staying with you!"

"Since when does Megan make friends older than sixty?" Harry asked.

"It's not safe. This man isn't her friend," said Chloe.

"I'm leaving," I sighed.

"Goodbye kiss?" Harry asked with a shy smile.

I ignored his plea and got into the car with Trent. Trent drove off and I crossed my arms.

"I know you're not wanting me to stay, but its Harry's orders, baby girl," Trent said. "Better to be safe than sorry."

I sighed.

"Don't worry. It'll be like I'm not even here. You won't see me," said Trent.

"I deserve my privacy," I mumbled. I never get any privacy.

"And you'll get your privacy. I won't be eavesdropping. I'm just here if something bad happens," said Trent.

I shrugged.

"That's the spirit," he smiled. "You get all the privacy you want."

I sighed. I want to be alone with this man. If he has something important to tell me, then it just needs to be me. I don't trust him, I don't trust anyone. But I need to know if it was me or not who nearly killed Megan.

We arrived at the restaurant and I suddenly became nervous. Trent noticed. "Don't worry. I'm right here."

I gulped.

I stayed in the car preparing to get out for almost ten minutes. Trent sighed and chuckled at my act. I could barely even look at the restaurant.

"You're going to be late," said Trent.

A drop of sweat rolled down my neck.

"You don't have to go if you don't want too," said Trent.

"I'm going," I mumbled.

I got out the car and walked into the Blue Marlin. I saw Scott sitting waiting on me. He noticed me and smiled. He got up and led me to his table.

"I already ordered for you, if you don't mind," Scott smiled.

I won't eat anyways. I sat and he sat on the other side. I saw way too many paparazzi men outside the Blue Marlin and I don't like it. I covered my face slightly.