The Bodyguard

The Bodyguard

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"I really want to travel. I want to get out of this boring state and finally see something amazing." I say, talking to my best friend Reagan about our summer plans. "Then why don't you?" Reagan asks dipping a fry in ketchup and taking a bite. "What?" I ask and look up at Reagan with my brow furrowed. "I mean you're at college on a full ride. Which means you don't have any debt. You've been working as a waitress all year and saving up your money. You never go anywhere and spend your money, so you're probably loaded. All of that means you can go do something over the summer." Reagan says looking me in the eyes and lifting an eyebrow. "You're not wrong. But I'm terrified of going somewhere by myself. I would be a young female traveling alone. That's asking for something bad to happen. And I don't know how to protect myself very well. I'm also super weak. So if you can find a solution that doesn't end in my death. Let me know." I say while pouting and looking at my food. "I've got an idea." Reagan exclaimed excitedly. "What is it?" I ask curiously. "Hire a bodyguard."
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

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