Her Bodyguard

Chapter Two

"I don't need bodyguards!"

- Jimmy Hoffa

The bodyguard was up at exactly 5 AM. She had everything she needed packed already, including the little black suitcase Izar's father had given her. She made breakfast and brewed a strong pot of coffee. Not that Izar would mind. She needed all the caffeine she could get if she had to put up with a -a bodyguard. The thought of having to put up with a stiff bodyguard for hours was something she couldn't see happening, and yet still it would happen anyway.

By 9 AM, they were both in a car and were driving off to the airport. Izar sat quietly on one side and so did Calida. They said nothing to each other. In fact, Calida had earphones on and that irritated Izar even more.

They took a few minutes getting on the plane and five hours to get to California. And Izar still found Calida to be annoying. Really, with her super cute freckles and long dark lashes -Calida should never have been a bodyguard. Maybe a runway model or an actress, she had the looks! Izar groaned.

After getting their luggage, Calida quietly led Izar to the cab waiting for them. The drive to the University was a long one, and just like before, Calida was blocking her ears. Izar was frustrated already. How could she possibly put with such a self absorbed person. She groaned again.

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Izar's house was a comfortable one. It was cozy inside. The walls were painted blue and orange in most places, and a dark yellow and brown in most. In short words, Izar's apartment was a blend of confusing colors. The love seats, bean bags and pillows that were scattered everywhere, were in different colors as well.

Calida rolled her eyes backwards as she pulled their stuff into the house. She dropped them next to the coffee table and then turned to Izar as if to say she wanted to know where she'd sleep. Izar ignored her presence for a few short seconds, before turning to ask her,

"Are you mute? Don't you talk?" Calida gave Izar a quizzical look. She calmed down, cleared her throat for a second or two.

"I do. I just love being quiet," Calida took a step forward, her fingers gripping the black suitcase, "now if you do not mind, show me the way to my room. I need to settle in."

Izar's mind was thrown into confusion at the sound of Calida's voice. She had to breath and blink a few times before she came to. Calida had the husky velvety voice one only heard in movies. It was low, calm and silvery. It almost sounded smoky, sultry and it left Izar in a daze.

She led Calida quietly through the small hallway and stopped at the door. She flung it open, moving aside for Calida to pass through.

The room was big enough for one person. The wardrobe and walk in closet were next to each other, a vanity, and a window that showed the back of the house.

"Uhm... There's just one bathroom, and we'll have to share it. I'm sorry about that."

Calida just nodded. And somehow, Izar felt disappointed. She had been hoping to hear Calida's voice again. To be certain of what she'd heard earlier.

"I'll leave you to it then..." Izar turned and walked out, closing the door silently behind her.

Calida sat on the bed. She wondered how she would put up with an annoying person like Izar. It was obvious she was a spoiled brat. She groaned again before pulling the black suitcase onto her lap.

Inside the case, two sleek customized SIG Sauer P320. She traced a slender finger on them before closing the case. She got up, picked the case and her black dufel bag.

Inside the closet, she changed into a sweatpant and a plain black T-shirt, before taking her time to arrange her clothes in a neat order. Her suits, she hung them in the closet, her sweats and casual clothes, she put them in the wardrope. When she was certain everything was in order, she left the room.

Calida walked into the kitchen. She wasn't sure what she needed, but she was a little hungry and she needed to eat something.

She found Izar in the kitchen and almost turned back to leave when she heard her name.

"Calida? I know you don't like talking, but we need to talk...like right now," Izar said.

Calida glared at the door handle she was holding. Then she let it go. She turned around to face Izar.

"Firstly, I know daddy hired you for my own safety, but I can't have you following me around like I'm some jewel you have to keep safe," Her voice was stern.

"I can't help it, Ma'am. This is what I'm paid to do. Protect you," Just like earlier, Calida's voice was calm and Izar found herself wanting to do nothing, but listen to Calida.

She Shook herself out of her weird day dream. "I understand that. But you can't follow me around."

"I know. That's why your father has decided I'll be acting as the child of an old friend and I'm attending the same school as you..."

"Wait, what? Hold on a minute. I don't understand," Izar frowned.

Calida squeezed her eyes shut. "I'll be acting as a student until the man your father hired finds out who's been threatening your life. Until then, we'll have to pretend to be friends in public. It's the only way to keep you safe, plus I'll be taking every class as you. It really doesn't matter. A month or two and my work here will be done. Trust me, I can't put up with you as much as you can't put up with me. Oh and nobody has to know that I'm your bodyguard, not even your best friend. That would blow my cover."

Calida opened her eyes. She had a small frown on. Izar thought just maybe it was because she'd said more than she was used to saying.

"I'll leave you now," Calida opened the fridge, she scanned through until she found apples. She picked two and a bottle of water before leaving the kitchen. She said nothing else as she left, except that she left Izar in a confused mess.