The Bodyguard [Lashton AU]

Chapter 3

AN: I was on smosh pit and I saw this tumblr post. It's pretty much accurate.

This chapter's kinda long, oops. I don't edit my chapters, by the way, so pardon any mistakes.

This story is already #158 in Fanfiction and #285 in Teen Fiction *__* and it's just the beginning, too! I just hope this story will be successful *crosses fingers*

I changed how much Luke will receive an hour.

Dedication: TessieTT [I'm lookin' forward to the yum, too]

"WHAT?!" I stormed up to Michael and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING?!"

"Yes," Michael replied calmly. "I just made Luke your new bodyguard."

"I DON'T NEED A BODYGUARD! I ESPECIALLY DON'T NEED HIM!" I glowered over at him and he was too busy occupying himself with a fake plant that sat on the front desk counter. "YOU! TELL HIM YOU DON'T WANT THE JOB!"

"Sir," Luke began, looking over at Michael, "I have far more important things than to follow this dimwit around twenty-four seven. I will have to turn down this bodyguard position."

"I'm not a dimwit!" I countered, stomping my foot against the carpeted floor.

"Excuse me. Princess, I meant."

"Stop with that stupid name! Michael!"

My manager blinked at Luke, like he was processing what Luke had told him. "Did you just call me 'sir'?"

"Was that not okay?" Luke questioned. "I can call you something else."

I scoffed. "And you still choose to call me that girly name? Unbelievable!"

"Believe it, princess."

Michael shook his head. "No, it's fine," he said. "It just... no one's called me that before. It's always either Michael or Mikey."

"He's not a freaking geezer, Luke," I hissed. "Just call him Michael."

"All right then," Luke said as he nodded once. "Michael, princess here obviously does not want me to be his bodyguard. For that reason, I cannot take up the job."

"How much do I have to pay you to get you to accept?" Michael suddenly asked and I widened my eyes at him.

"Michael!" I shouted. "He made it specifically clear he does not want the job!"

"No, he said you don't want him to take the job." He turned back to Luke. "How much are we talking?"

"Bribery won't work on me," Luke responded.

"Let's make it thirty dollars an hour, yeah?"

"What the hell!" I yelled. "Stop it! He's not wanted here!"

"By you. Let him have his own say. So, Luke, do you want the job? Thirty bucks an hour"

"W-Well, I'll admit, it's good pay, but-"

"Then I don't see why you shouldn't take it. Let's go get into the van and we'll talk more about it over dinner, okay?" Michael then started to lead Luke towards the back and I groaned.

"I don't believe this," I muttered to myself. Then I looked over at the employee guy. "Do you believe this?!" He just shrugged and then I marched out of the lobby and following Michael and Luke who will hopefully turn down the job offer.

I saw Luke and Michael climb into the van and then I started heading towards it, going in after and sitting beside Michael. Luke was by himself on the other side, but he should really be sitting on train tracks while a bullet train is coming his way.