Can I Be Your Girl

11

"Wait!"

My hand, that was about to answer an incoming call, hung in the air bearing the loss of my phone after it was snatched from me right under my nose.

"What the hell, Mario?!" Turning to my back where he stood upright along the space between columns of steel desks, I hissed at him for reasons not only limited to him being a meddlesome ass whose apparent mission was to pester and be a pain in my own butthole.

The classroom had been evacuated and left barren save from Kris- sitting on the chair next to me, Gerard- who occupied its desk, Mario at the back, and me- ass cheeks firmly planted on my chair, contemplating my situational crisis.

Mario had been guarding me like a watchdog which, undoubtly and expectedly, added to my daily dose of intrusive eyes. Some of them were decent enough to hesitate while others thought it harmless and blantantly stared at me, then Mario, and then back at me again repeatedly.

This is why I hated having bodyguards. People treated me with caution, approached me with evident hesitance, talked to me in detached and wary manner until they decided to avoid me and give up what little intention they had from me through and through. It makes me feel lonely. Abandoned.

Mario rolled his eyes, bringing me back to reality as I was about to drift to my own depressing thoughts. And like the bossy, high-handed and immensely obnoxious jackass that he was, he deemed me unworthy of an explanation and instead flashed me a palm before proceeding to tap on my phone. Without my permission of course. Cross-eyed ass of Satan!!

"Give me my phone back!!"

He ignored me for a while before speaking slowly.

"Sir, you know the drill. You were there when your father ordered for me to commit thorough measures. You are not allowed to do anything without my permission. And when he said anything, he meant exactly that."

The words that came out of his mouth may as well be acid as it burned my ears immensely. So, the time has come, I thought to myself. This was the ordeal I'd been expecting and dreading since I learned of the threats that came with being the only Powell heir. Only I hadn't expected it to come this early.

Freedom, one of the things that all humans should have in varying extent. But I, the boy who everyone thinks capable of attaining anything in only a snap of the pads of his middle finger and thumb, was being ripped off from something that should come free to humanity in this modern time. What a boatload of shit right?

Mario was still tapping on my phone that had been ringing twice in a row now. Eyebrows were drawn together as he stared at the screen with ferocity. I realized he was trying to figure out the passcode all the while. What an idiot.

So grabbing it from his hand with the same amount of politeness he had when he took my phone from me moments ago- which was absolutely obsolete, I typed the code before swiping the screen and flashed the caller I.D. of my grandma Lilly to his face.

"Now, can I have some-" I bit on the last word harshly. "-space now? I need to take this call."

He sighed but nodded infinitesimally. Thank goodness.

I guess, I could be granted some leeway for trivial things such as answering calls from people I know. And peeing and shitting too I guess. Especially shitting.

I doubt he'd be willing to stand closely behind me in a bathroom cubicle- not that I ever considered the traumatizing idea- while I was freeing my demons.

"Oh, my dear child, Alex!"

I smiled at the familiar voice of my grandmother. "Hello grandma."

"Mon Dieu!! How are you my dear? Are you okay?!", she cried, her evident concern coming through the speaker of my phone.