She's My Bodyguard

Chapter 3: Humpty Dumpty

"Deal."

I instantly regret it after it was said and questions came rushing to my brain. Was it possible for me to guard and protect him? I mean, I'm surely strong- no doubt about that, but all I know is self-defense. That's the thing, I am capable of defending myself against physical pain and threats, but that does not insure his safety with me. What if something happens and I end up failing his expectations? I wouldn't forgive myself if something happens again.

And the fact that I need to work for him, John freakin' Snow, means I need to be with him 24/7, ready to rescue him against the goons. Could I possibly do that? With his current attitude, I'd gladly throw him in a pond full of alligators and happily watch those flesh-eating creatures tear him into tiny pieces while I'm sitting back and enjoying my cheese-flavored popcorn.

I just hate the guy that much. I know his kind the moment I saw him. He's the type that sleeps with hot girls he meets in a club and leaves in the morning after the alcohol is drained out of his systems. He's an arrogant, self-centered, happy-go-lucky, filthy rich, narcissistic pervert. I can handle that. Note the sarcasm.

But I need to do this. I have to endure his presence and just do my best to keep him alive. If I guard the Snows, justice is within my reach. I can't let my dad's death to happen for nothing. That person who killed him has to pay for his crimes.

"Hey cupcake!" I snapped out to reality when John shouted at my ear. Yeah, at my ear. Uggh, my eardrums.

"What?! Don't call me that." He's been calling me 'cupcake' ever since we met and it's starting to annoy me.

"Why, it's sweet." he said, of course, mocking me.

"It's disgusting. And don't shout at me again or I'll cut your throat out." I threatened him, looking at the window of his billion dollar car.

"CUPCAKE!"

"What the hell?!" I gave him a glare. He gave me back a playful smirk. This idiot.

I decided to ignore him and close my eyes and lean back. I know better than playing his stupid worthless games.

"Cupcake?"

Ignore.

"Hey cupcake."

Ignore.

"Cupcake are you sleeping?"

Ignore.

"Cupcake?" He started poking my cheeks.

Calm down, Venus.

"Cupcake! Cupcake" He poked me harder this time.

Venus, keep your temper cool.

A couple of minutes later, he stopped  torturing me. He must have realized I'm not  into playing his games. Or so I thought.

I felt the car moving in an impossible speed, turning from left to right and right to left recklessly. Images of pine trees and buildings were quickly blurring until all I could see were splashes of colors. The car's overtaking any possible vehicle it could overtake. I scanned the speed meter and I saw he was running his car at a speed of 110k/hr and still accelerating. Is he crazy?!

"What the hell?!" I stared at him, eyebrows raised, hoping that he'd realize how stupid he is.

"Now you're talking to me huh?" He smirked, he smirks a lot.

So basically, he pulled up this 'life-ending act' just to get me talking? Who would do that? This stupid idiot.

"Slow down, will you?"