My Bodyguard

Chapter One

I've never had starbucks nor Pumpkin Spice. Bare with me.

   Claire sighed as she finished a photo shoot.
   She wasn't in the photo shoot. She was just taking the pictures. It was her bodyguard. He was getting pictures of himself put on magazines.

              Three years ago
   Claire watched the light go from green to yellow to red. She crossed, but heard the engine of a car. It was louder each second.
   Tires screeched as the car took a turn and continued driving away. Claire had made contact with the ground and it was fairly uncomfortable with the extreme weight on top of her.
   The weight lifted and then she saw a hand in front of her.
   "Sorry, but you were going to get hit if I hadn't done something," A honey sweet voice spoke.
   She took the hand that was offered and got up.
   "Thank you," She smiled, "Would you like to get some coffee?"
   The male nodded, quite satisfied, "Starbucks?"
   Claire tilted her head, "Where's that?"
   "Seriously?! You've never been there?" He questions, "You have sinned! You must cleanse your sin!!"
   She looked at him weirdly, trying to figure out what was so amazing with this 'Starbucks'.
   He waved for her to follow. She did and they ended up at a car.
   He opened the door for her, she thanked him and got in, he closed the door then got in on the other side.
   "So, what's your name? Mine's Ashton Singers," He inquired.
   "Claire Hay..." She paused, "Wait! Did you say Ashton Singers?! The model!?" She shouted.
   Ashton laughed and looked at her for a split second, then back to the road. "Yes, thee Ashton Singers."
   Claire silently fangirled in her mind.
   What girl would have had this chance? Ashton has been known to be alone in most places.
   Ashton smiled, "Your the first who hasn't asked me about where my eye patch is or what's with my eyes in the first ten minutes of a conversation."
   Claire looked at him, and in fact, he wasn't wearing his eye patch like he did in the magazines and the eye he wears the patch on is red.
   "But, you probably are wondering now." He laughed slightly, "My eye patch is, in a some way, to make me look sexier? But also to hide my eye. That's what the photographers say anyway. My eye is red because.. I actually don't know.. I normally switch the subject with other people.. All I will say is, I got it from my dad."
   Claire nodded, "Oh.. So you don't normally tell others?"
   He nodded and bit his lip. He parked the car, took the keys and shoved them in his pocket. He got up and out of the car, stretching. Claire got out as well.
   "Do you like pumpkin?" Ashton asked, holding the door for her. Claire walked in and nodded. "Okay."
   Ashton dragged Claire to the counter, "Two tall Pumpkin Spice lattes please."
   The barista's face went red and she nodded, "Nine dollars and eighteen cents please.."
   As Ashton was searching for a ten, the barista requested, "Can you autograph these two photos for me and my friend please, Mr. Singers?"
   He looked up, smiled, then looked back at his wallet, skimming through a few times. He grabbed the ten dollar bill and handed it to the barista, "Keep the change."
   "Hey, Claire, do you have a pen I could borrow?" Ashton whispered quietly. Claire nodded, shuffling through her bag, she grabbed a pen and gave it to him.
   Ashton swirled his signature on the two tiny photos, then added a smilie face.
   The barista thanked him, grabbed the photos and smiled, "Thank you. Your order will be ready in just a minute."
   Inside Starbucks, it was quite cold even if it was fall they didn't have it too warm. Claire's light jacket didn't help much either.
   Ashton looked down at her, noticing she was shivering. He looked around innocently as he took off his jacket, then placing it around her shoulders.
   Claire looked up at him, confused. Ashton just looked at her and smiled.
   Claire gave a soft smile back and snuggled in the jacket, enjoying the warmth.
   Ashton grabbed their drinks and sat down with Claire at a booth. He watched her excitedly as she took a sip of the latte.
   Her eyes lit up, "Oh wow! This is good.." She continued to drain the cup of latte until nothing remained except the empty cup.
   Ashton finished his seconds after she did her's.
They got up and threw their cups away, then went to the doors.
   Claire tried giving Ashton his jacket back, but he insisted his sweater was warm enough.
   Claire looked at the setting sun and then to her phone to check the time.
   Ashton looked down at her. "What's wrong?"
   Claire looked up at him, "It's about time I go home. My brother is probably worried."
   "I can drive you home. It's dangerous at night you know." Ashton looked up at the sky.
   "No thanks. I'll be alright." Claire smiled, handing his jacket to him. But yet again, he refused to take his jacket.
   "You keep it. You obviously don't have anything warmer." He rolled his eyes playfully.
   She sighed, knowing he was right. She put the jacket back on.
   "What's your number?" He asked. Claire looked at him, confused.
   "It's (xxx)xxx-xxxx. Why?" She asked.
   Ashton typed the number on his phone and smiled, "No reason."
   She nodded and waved, "I'm gonna go. Thank you so much." Ashton waved back.
   Ashton watched as Claire walked off. He saw her do a small fist pump in the air. He laughed, got in his car, and drove off.
   Claire was beaming brightly. Strangers looked at her like she was half insane. But she didn't mind.
   How could a girl like her become friends with the Ashton Singers? How could a below average girl be hanging out with a model?