The Bodyguard | ON HOLD

Chapter 3

Izzy's POV

"Monica can you get my hair dresser in here please?" I yelled to my manager from my room.

It was the day of Matt's party and after doing a day full of nothing I decided to swing by.

My hair dresser, April, walked in and stood behind me. I was sitting in front of my large vanity, trying to think of what to do with my hair.

"Maybe just curl it? I don't want to look too fancy."

She nodded and turned on the curling wand. "What's the occasion?"

"A party."

"You don't honestly think Monica is going to allow that, do you?" April said and scoffed while curling a piece of my hair.

"Nope. That's why I had my dad take her out for dinner, to distract her."

"Who's party is this that you're going to such extreme measures for? The boy who was in your dressing room?"

"Sadly." I said and applied mascara.

"You must really care about what he sees you as."

"What makes you say that?"

She motioned to the piles of clothes scattered around my bedroom floor. "You're spending an awful long time deciding on what to wear."

"I always do." I defended.

"Whatever you say." She said and stepped away. "There, done."

I smiled and adjusted the long curls. "Thank you."

She nodded and left the room. I finished applying my makeup and went to my bed where I had laid out my outfit.

High waisted teal colored shorts and a black long sleeved crop top with black combat boots. I put on big diamond stud earrings along with the necklace I never took off.

I took one last look in the mirror before grabbing my phone and keys. I walked down the spiral staircase just as Monica closed the front door and left.

I waited a few minutes before going outside and getting into my car. I started driving to the address Matt had told me earlier and turned on the radio.

"Up next on KISSFM is Lost by G-Eazy featuring Izzy Walters." The radio mc said and played the song.

I smiled and turned it up, singing along to my part.

Take me down, take me all the way down tonight

Soon I'll be leaving

I hadn't realized my window was down. I stopped at a red light and looked at the car next to me with a girl around my age. I smiled at her, realizing who I was she screamed. She pulled out her phone and took a video.

Break me down, break me all the way down before the night is over

Let's get lo-o-ost

Let's get lo-o-o-o-ost.

Let's get lo-o-ost

Let's get lo-o-o-o-ost.

The light turned green and I drive on. I continued to sing the song including the rap until the conversation with April popped into my head. Why was I so excited for this party? I didn't like Matt, at all. He was very arrogant and rather annoying.

I could hear the music from a block away. I finally saw the house and parked wherever there was space.

I got out, adjusted my outfit, and walked to the door. I stood outside for a moment before knocking, questioning why I came in the first place.

I finally sucked it up and knocked.

The door swung open and I was now standing face to face with a drunk looking Matt.

"Hey! You came! I knew you wouldn't be able to resist."

"I told you, I don't do parties."

"Then why are you here?" He asked, getting very close. I could almost taste the alcohol from his breath.

I slid past him and went into the house. It was very big and filled with drunk teenagers, not surprising.

I felt an arm wrap around my waist and it led me to the kitchen. "Would you like a drink?"

I hesitated. Did I? I've never really drank before, I never had the time. I started acting when I was 12 so fame and work took away most of my childhood, meaning I didn't actually go to a real high school.

So no parties, with people my age. I've been to award show parties and things to that nature but they were much different.

Before I answered, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out and read the text, almost dropping my phone in the process.

"You okay?" Matt asked.

I nodded quickly without looking at him. "How about that drink." I said, my voice cracking.

He got some beer from a nearby keg and handed it to me. I gulped the drink, wincing as it went down my throat.

"This tastes awful." I said and coughed, causing Matt to laugh.

"You've seriously never drank before?"

I shook my head and finished the drink. "But that's changing tonight."

He smiled and got me more to drink. "Fine by me."

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The rest of the night was pretty much a blur. I did remember a handful of people coming up to me and asking for pictures, dancing with random guys, and drinking.

A lot of drinking.

Everyone slowly started to leave the party. I checked my phone and saw missed calls and texts that I ignored, it was 3 am.

I felt someone's arm wrap around my waist and I looked up to see Matt, not looking as drunk as he did earlier.

"I'm seeing like, three of you right now." I said and laughed loudly.

He smiled and helped me up onto his back. "Want me to take you home?"

I shook my head. "You're drive, I don't want you drinking. I can't risk people seeing me like this."

"Too late for that." He said and held up his phone.

All over twitter people were talking, instagram was full of pictures, and vine full of videos of me drunk.

"Oh well."

Matt laughed. "I think you're the one that's drunk, Izzy."

"Maybe." I said and hiccuped.

"Well, where would you like to go?" He asked.

"I want to sleep. Anywhere I don't care." I slurred and played with his hair.

He nodded. "I'm staying at Nash and Cameron's house so I'll take you there. It's just across the boardwalk."

"Who is Cash and Nameron?"

He laughed again and walked out of the house and into the night.

"Thank god you won't remember this tomorrow."