Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 5: All By Ourselves

( A/N: Don't play song until I say to play it in bold for a better experience! <3 )

QOC: Do you go to the gym?

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Sam's POV
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"Ugh, I just can't believe him. Can you believe him? I can't believe him." Kassidy sips on her strawberry shake largely, taking big gulps.

I look at her with one brow raised.

"Okay, I don't want to sound rude or anything...but I barely just met you. I just needed a ride to a coffee shop for a drink and to borrow someone's cell phone or something. Sorry about that guy back there, but I don't really want to—"

"Wait." She holds up a hand, interrupting me. "You don't...know? I thought Mr. Danes and you already discussed the arrangements. Isn't that why you went into his office?"

I cross my arms and lean back into the diner's booth. "I went into his office to get a schedule for things. Not a bell schedule, but for something else." I shake my head, trying to avoid saying anything that's too much for a stranger to hear. "What am I supposed to know exactly?"

Kassidy stares at me for a moment before giggling. Then the giggling turns into chuckles, and those into full on laughter. I just give her a stranger stare, as do other customers.

"I really hope you didn't think that I just invited you onto my bike so I could have a friend to go to a coffee shop with," she snorts.

I don't say anything, instead clearing my throat awkwardly and looking down at my hands situated in my lap. More laughter follows from the opposite side of the table.

"Sam, I am assigned to you as a bodyguard, and as a sort-of tour guide. Mr. Danes is paying me to practically babysit you, but I'd call it more of a girl bond thing." Kassidy sips on her pink drink again.

I stare at her for a good five to six seconds in shock. She's got to be joking, right? I'm not a child. I don't need to be watched and monitored like an infant!

"I'm sorry," I say slowly and calmly. "What?"

She smiles. "I know it's confusing right now, but Westland High is a very pre—"

"Prestigious? Yeah. I know," I say in a dull tone. "Why would he give me a bodyguard? Is he serious? I'm not a baby! Someone to show me around is a whole other story, but a bodyguard?"

I clench my jaw and look out of the pane glass window of the diner. I'm not some clueless kid wandering the streets. Why would he give me a freaking bodyguard when he doesn't even know me?! I swear, all rich bastards are all the same. Always assuming the poor ones can't protect and care for themselves. Treating us like we're invisible, or like we're charity cases. There's no in between.

I scoff. "Thanks for the smoothie. I'm leaving now." I stand up from the booth and speed walk outta there, listening to the tiny bell on the diner ding loudly on my way out.

I hear it again, meaning Kassidy followed me out. I shake my head and push further until she eventually catches up and stands in front of me.

"Sam! Sam, wait up!" She jumps in front of my body and presses both hands onto my shoulders. I cross my arms and stand up straight, staring into her exhausted features. She huffs a little from catching up, but I'm used to walking and running everywhere, so I'm not puffing. "Why are you making such a big deal out of this? I'm just doing my job."