He's One Hell of a Bodyguard

CHAPTER 3

Chapter 3

Well... that wasn't awkward at all. Kevin Fitzberg... made my heart flutter. What the hell was that? No guy other than Brandon Terry has ever, ever, made my heart beat like that since decades ago.

As I walked down the hallway to grab my textbook for algebra, I saw Brandon. He was walking towards someone, so it seems.. wait, me?

What the hell is going on?

"Amy! Wait up!" he shouted across the hallway.

Hold the phone. What? Did he just call my name?  No, no, it can't be. Brandon has never before in his life used my name before. This is must be a dream. Gotta wake myself up.

I pinched my left arm as hard as possible but I actually felt it... yeah, I definitely feel it. "Owwww!" I accidently said aloud.

Brandon caught up. I guess I was too busy to notice all the eyes settling on me in the hallway. Geez. Great. Now I'm gonna go from the who-are-you-again? To the who-do-heck-does-she-think-she-is?

God. I'm sweating so hard right now. Both of my palms are wet, and I can feel the sweat trickle down my back and forehead.

I slowly turned around. "Yes?"

"Hey, it's me. I was in your class in first block earlier. I wanted to ask if you could help me with the assignment that is due tomorrow? " Brandon said. My gaze fell from his eyes to his lips. Oh my god. I just want to kiss his cherry lips.

Desperately shaking the thought out of my head, I replied, as calmly and casually as possible, "Oh? The one in biology? Umm, I would love to help, but I'm not sure I'm free afterschool."

Brandon looked really... disappointed? "Aw, please, Amy. You're the smartest person in that class. Hecks, you're one of the smartest in this school. Please help me? I'll pay you back. I promise. I had to take this class twice. I don't need to fail it again and go back a third time. I really need your help," he pleaded. Ugh, not the puppy eyes. Please don't.

"Can't you just ask your friends or something?" I'm sure he has at least someone. They may not as smart as me or the lower levels , but surely someone could help him.

"Well, all of my friends had to retake that same class as well since some skipped it too much and some just doesn't turn their work in--or they don't do it and-" I cut him off before he could finish. I can't believe these level 1s. This is a disgrace.

But... Wait wait wait.... Why is a Level 1 talking to a level 3? Isn't that like a taboo in their world? Geez. I don't even know anymore.

I'm basically known only because of my magnificent grades. Of course he would ask for help. It's not like I'm any special.

I realize that everyone's eyes were still on me. This is a pain in the ass.

"Sure, why not? 8:30 is the earliest for me.  We have a family meeting tonight, and I also have to go to the store to return some things. Is that okay? In the library?" I asked Brandon.

"I can't. It has to be at my house. I have to watch my 3 year old sister. Parents are working late at night," I could barely focus on what he was saying. He was so hot. Just so hot.

I'm surprised I can stay normal for this long. Yes, new record--2 mins and 28 seconds. Every other time that I saw him, I  have like a mini breakdown. Literally.

Wait, what? Did Brandon say his house? Is this reality? I was about to pinch myself again when I remembered that I already have. I don't want to put ice on my arms later, so let's just not.

"Your... House? Sure."

"I'll text you my address. What's your number?" He asked.

Holy macaroni... Did Brandon just ask for my number. Wait, he has it didn't he? That group project we did a while ago. Of course.... He must have deleted it.

I gave him my number, and he sent me his address. We don't like far apart. In fact, we are only about 3 minutes away.

"I'll be over no later than 8:30," I said. Quickly breaking off the awkward silence.

"No problem! Thank you so much, Amy!" He said as he ran down the hallway to catch up with his girlfriend.

I am going to Brandon Terry's house. Brandon Terry. Oh my god. I think my heart just did a back flip.