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Bella's POV


" Bearie! Wake up! Wakeeee uppp!" Brad Pitt shook me. I groaned. I hate bodyguards. But when it comes to Brad , I love 'em. Right now, I hate 'em. Brad is like my bodyguard slash friend. It's the best. Right now, I wanna pull his head off with a crow bar.

" shut the fuck up, goldilocks." I mumbled. " Hey! My hair is not blonde! It's just dark blonde."
" Still blonde." I herd Mary added. He sighed. " Whatever, wake up!"
" Mary... Where is my pepper spray?" I asked lazily. " Um... Bag pack, I think."
" Good. I need it." I sighed and got up but Brad pushed me down. " please! No pepper spray! You are the pepper spray princess when we first met!" He groaned.

Flashback


" c'mon, Mary! I don't want a stupid bodyguard! I'm practically fine by myself!" I whined. " You need one. Which star doesn't need a bodyguard?" Mary sighed.
" Well, Kelvin Costner and Whitney Houston." I said innocently. She rolled her eyes at me. " Because Kelvin is her bodyguard! " she shook her head at me. " Fine! Just one, Mar. One!" I said firmly to her, holding out a finger. She nodded and begun dialing on her phone.
" Already contacted a bodyguard. Name, Brad Guild." She told me after a few minutes. I nodded tiredly. " Kay. Can I leave now? Please?"
She nodded, waving me off.


" damn." I muttered and stepped out of the drizzling night. I sighed and pulled on my hoodie. A few people gathered around few yards away, talking and laughing. Someone suddenly pointed at me. I tensed up and decided to walk back to Mary's apartment. I heard footsteps behind me as I went up the stairs. I pulled out my pepper spray Alice had given me last week and hold it tightly as I stuffed my hand with the sprayer in my hoodie pocket.
" Hey, lad-" he patted my shoulder and I turned around and sprayed his eyes with the pepper spray. " ow!! What the hell! Owww!" He yelled and I ran to Mar's flat and dashed inside.

" Woah! Bel! Why are you here?" Mary asked, startled up. " So-someone tried-" before I could finish, the door was busted opened again.
" Maryble! Some insane girl sprayer my eyes! Owwwwww!" A boy ran in, face red and his hands wiping the water pepper away." oh god!" Mary rushed to him. I stood there, shocked.
Who is he? Oh god. Please don't let it be her son!

" Oh god! What happened?" They returned back, the boy holding a wet towel , covering his eyes. " Some crazy lady sprayed me! I just wanna tell her her shoelace was off! What the fuck's wrong is her? Damn!" He let the towel fell and he froze when he saw me. " You!" His eyes full with rage.
" I'm sorry! I didn't know! A group of guys were downstairs and they saw me. I got afraid and went back to Mary's flat and then... Well... I heard footsteps and I thought it was one of the guy and I... Well..." My voice turning lower and quieter.
" And you say you don't need a bodyguard," Maryble teased me. I huffed. " Wait. She's my boss?" The boy asked, shocked. What?
" Brad, meet Bella. Bella, Brad." Mary smiled widely at us." You little-" I let out a loud groan before I could cuss again. I cursed to much tonight.
" Yes?" She battled her eyelashes at me. I took a deep breathe and walked to him, glaring at him. I held out my pepper spray at his face, only centimeters away from his eyes. " You let me hurt, I'll kill you." I said in a deathly voice. He gulped then nodded, eyes on the sprayer. " good. " I smiled and walked to the door.
" Ciao!" I sang and walked out.

Flashback End.


I laughed. Brad must had remember 'cause he scowled at me and I continued laughing. He huffed and kicked my legs before heading out to the door. " Get up. Breakfast in 5." Mary grinned at me.
" In bed." I added meekly. " You wish." Mar laughed and I went to change.

" Two sunny side ups." I yawned and the chef nodded. " What a pig." Brad muttered beside me. I glanced at his plate and saw pieces of bread, a lump of butter, a pile of fried rice , a smaller mountain of green beans and and... What is that? " Ha! And you say I'm a pig! You must be a buffalo!" I laughed and pointed at his plate. He hissed at me and went to our table.
" What's the time?" I asked Mar and sat down between Brad and her. " 4:30."
" Why are we up so early anyway?" I asked. " Sunset. " Brad said simply and poked at his beans.




" Okay! Take five! Go touch up your makeup!" the Vogue's photographer instructed and I got off the vintage truck and slipped into my car. " He told me to touch up." I informed the makeup artist. She nodded and put some blush on my cheeks slightly.

" okay! Okay! Now, look at me, angry and sexy! Climb on the hood!" he yelled. Is he insane? I climbed on the hood carefully and looked up to the camera, growling, eyes glaring at the lens. " Sexier!" he shouted. I huffed and made my butt higher. That should do it.
" Good! Now, kitty growl! Kitty kitty growl!" he said and I snarled. This guy is getting under my skin. My throat is soaring and I hate him.
" Fabulous. Okay sit on the hood and glared at the lens like that. Yes! Sit in the hood, legs spread, hands holding your shoes, no! Don't let the converse logo! Yes. Yes. Okay, glare! Furious!"
Oh I'm furious alright.

" Argh." I muttered and snatched my water bottle from Brad." What?" he asked, waning on my chair. I shook my head and went back to the car. We are in the middle of nowhere. Desert. My so-call desert alright. Some cactus and sands. That's all. That's... That's a desert right? Yeah.
Arizona is somewhere where I wanna get myself tanned.

" Okay! Isabella! You got another partner! Pete!" the Vogue people introduced us. I shook my hand with a well built man, wearing torn jeans and a simple grey t-shirt. He reminded me of Emmet.

" Okay, now. Guys on the blanket." he commanded us and pointed at a red and white picnic blanket and we stood on it. " Okay, Pete lay, head on your hands. Like. Yes. Yes. Now, Isabella, lay on his chest. Pete play with her hair, no smiles. I laid carefully on his hard stoned chest and he picked up a strand of my brown locks. My lips parted a bit and he snapped thousands of pictures.
" Fabulous. Now look fierce! I wanna eat you up! Growl kitty kitty! Don't purr! Roar like a lion!" The annoying photographer huffed. Oh I will roar like a lion alright.
" Okay! Isabella lean on the hood of the car and Peter, in the car, watching Isabella, seducing her! " he moved to the vintage red dusty truck beside us. He took tons of pics from different angles, and it's irritating.

" Fabulous! Now, change into the torn jeans like Pete! " I hate him. I sighed and went to my car for a little change.
" you are riding horses." Mar told me. I groaned. It's been a while since I rode. Out own little stable was in Tennessee which we go rarely. Lightning Bolt is my fav.

Brad helped me on the grayish horse and I held my cowgirl hat on my head.
" Yeeehaa!" I cheered and rode to the photographer's side. " ready?" I nodded an he begun snapping pics.
I hopped down of the big horse and patted his mane softly and smiled at him. I murmured a 'thank you' and went away.


Five more days to go. I sighed.