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Oh! for the love of.... My Bodyguard?

Novel By: Marriah193
Romance



Sunday (Sunny) is a seventeen year old girl (almost eighteen) who lives a crazy and hectic life. She meets Jake and suddenly her whole world is upside down... View table of contents...


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Submitted:Apr 14, 2010    Reads: 1,223    Comments: 11    Likes: 4   


I'm here, sitting in the library, I'm in "my" corner desk. there's just enough privacy. I don't feel alone, yet I'm by myself. It's perfect. I'm around people so often that I just need a few moments by myself every once in a while. Just as I'm thinking about how nobody bothers me here, my best friend comes around the corner with a smile on her face that tells me exactly what she wants without having her ask.

"Katy, no. I told you earlier that I'm not going. I hate those kinds of things. You know how I get in big crowds. Why would I put myself through that when I don't have to?" Katy has been my best friend since third grade; she knows how much I hate dance clubs.

"Come on Sunny, you have to get out of this library. I've been trying to get you to come out with me for two months now. Please come with me. You're my best friend, and the funniest person I know. I need you tonight. Mike and I just had a fight, and I want to go out, and I want to be with you at the same time. I would do it for you". She's good. It's true; she's been trying to get me out every Friday for the past seven weeks. But, me being the anti-socialite, I said no every time. I owe her this.

"Fine, but you're gonna have to help me get ready. You know the deal, hair, clothes, makeup. If I go home, my parents would ask questions, and I don't want them to worry about me tonight, they deserve a worry free night tonight. My dad actually got a night off that's not a Sunday." Katy squealed.

"Yes!!! I'm going to make you look so amazing! Not that you don't already, but sweat shirts and jeans aren't quite the look I'm going for. Come on, let's go!

On the way to Katy's house, I couldn't help but think about how much my life has changed in the past few years. My dad became the governor of Minnesota and since then, nothings the same. He's never home, but I don't mind too much, he tries as best he can when he's home. We moved into the country, we live on a ranch, well; it used to be a ranch. Now we just have a lot of fields that nobody works on, and a barn that we converted into an art studio for me. It gives us privacy from the public and paparazzi (well, if the governor can have paparazzi). We used to just use it as a summer home, but when my dad became governor, we all decided it would be the best decision to move their full time.

Sometimes I feel like I'm never alone. I go to fancy dinners, sit in on important conversation press conferences, get interviewed about my father, and then there are the rude comments I get when out in public, like at the grocery store, the mall, even school. The only place I can be by myself is at home or at the library. That's why I don't really like going to clubs. Not only am I only turning 18 in a month (making it illegal for me to be in the clubs in the first place), but people getting wild and drunk are more likely to harass me about my father.
I didn't want my parents to know about it because with my father's busy work schedule, he's hardly been home, and my mom has been getting moodier and moodier. Their relationship depends upon the other. Without my dad home, my mom tends to get a little bitter. This is their first night alone together in a couple months, and I didn't want to ruin it. They wouldn't mind me going out, they would just have me at the back of their minds all night, and that's not fair to them.

We finally got to Katy's house and went inside. She didn't waste any time getting me ready. She started by getting my hair washed and put in curlers. As my hair was drying, she started putting my makeup on. I have a very even skin tone as it is, so she used minimal cover up. Next came the eye liner. Katy used black, saying that it brings out my hazel eyes. She did a thin layer on the bottom, and the inner eyelid on the top. Next came the eye shadow. She used a dark gold color, more like a sparkly bronze. Then the mascara. To top it all off, she put a clear coat of lip gloss on my already dark pink lips. The dress she gave me was beautiful. And perfect for me. It was black lace, strapless, about mid thigh length with a satin ribbon under the breast area. Seriously, utter perfection. When she took my hair down, she clipped the top half up, and spread the rest over my shoulders. I looked amazing. She gave me some black leather booties that looked killer with the dress.
Her transformation was much simpler. She simply straitened her short hair, put on a sparkly tank top, super skinny jeans and a pair of high heeled boots.
We were off.

The bouncer saw us coming up to the door and immediately lifted the rope. Guess it pays to look older, and hotter, than you really are. The club was ridicules. It has just opened recently, and business was obviously doing well. We immediately hit the dance floor. I forget sometimes how much fun I have when I let Katy convince me into doing something. Being out there, moving to the music was so great. Guys started coming up and dancing with us, which was absolutely fine with Katy, but it wasn't what I was used to.

So, I slowly started making my way to the bar, since I didn't really want to get drunk, I decided to order a bottle of water. As I sat there waiting, I noticed a guy checking me out. He was very attractive if I may say so myself. He was tall, easily 6'2, or 6'3. Dark brown hair that wasn't too long, but not as short as a buzz cut. The most beautiful light blue eyes I have ever seen. He looked like he worked out, but didn't look too buff. 'He's perfect!' I thought to myself. The look in his eyes was throwing me for a loop. He was looking at me like the guys in movies do, you know, when they see the most beautiful girl in school and can't stop looking at her amazingness. I was pretty, but so not as beautiful as he was making it seem. I had long brown hair, hazel eyes, full pink lips, very tall body for a girl, 5'11. My body was curvy in all the right ways; I had a c cup and a defined bottom. My legs were long and toned. Even though I had a nice body, I still felt that my best trait was my personality. Yeah, it sounds cliché, but it's true. I was average looking to myself, but apparently to this guy I was more than that. It was flattering to think about it.

While I was having this commentary in my head, I hadn't even noticed TDH (tall dark and handsome) walking up to me, until he was right next to my chair, sitting by me. "Hey, I'm Jake". He held his hand out for me to take. I had to laugh to myself a little. A handshake? It was humorous. Who shakes hands anymore unless your over the age of 31? Anyways, with a smile on my face and my eyebrow raised I shook his hand. It was soft, yet rough at the same time.

"Sunny". I say in return. He smiled at me. Oh My GOD! I just about died when I saw his smile. I have never seen something so sexy in my life. I could feel myself blush, and was suddenly thankful that the club was so dark.

"So why aren't you dancing?" he asked.


"Honestly? A bunch of guys started dancing with me and my friend, and I'm not really into that. So I decided to get a drink." Did I seriously just say all of that to him? How hard would it have been to just tell him that I was thirsty? Damn.

With a suddenly concerned look on his face he asked "What do you mean 'you're not really into that?' Are you a lesbian?" He looked so serious.

"No! I just don't like dancing with guys grinding on me." I could hardly get it all out I was laughing so hard. It was hilarious to me that this guy thought I was gay. I don't have anything against homosexuals; I'm just not into girls like that.

"Oh, thank god, I thought I had lost my chance with you". The look on his face told me that he was joking, but the way he said it made me think he was kind of serious.
Smiling, I asked him "And what makes you think you ever had a chance?"

"I saw you checking me out earlier, so I figured I would come over here and make your day". 'He has a great sense of humor'. I told myself.

"Of course I was checking you out. Have you looked in a mirror lately? You're pretty hot." I tried to keep a straight face when saying this, but it was impossible, I had to laugh a little bit.

Stretching out his arms, and flexing, he turned his head to the side, still looking at me, and said "I know. I'm dead sexy."

Holding back a laugh, I said "I bet that's what all of the guys tell you". His eyes lit up. I think he finally realized I was funny. He's pretty slow on the intake.

"You have a beautiful sense of humor." He told me, serious again.

"Thanks, but tell that to my family when I get angry. They'll beg to differ." It was true. I'm a hot head.

"So you have a temper?" he asked.

"Like you wouldn't believe." I said.

"Hey, would you mind going somewhere quieter? It's kind of hard to hear here." He asked. We were both yelling over the music. I grabbed my water and said "I'd love to."
Going to the restaurant downstairs, we got a booth and ordered some food. He ordered some spaghetti and pop. I ordered a bacon double cheeseburger with extra bacon on the side, a pop and an appetizer of mozzarella sticks. I could eat a lot. After the waiter took our menus, he looked me up and down and said "I never would've expected that." I laughed and simply replied "hey, a girl's gotta eat. And, salad just makes the stomach bigger, so there's no point in trying to get by on leaves and onions, when I'll need more and more each time." He just shook his head and smiled.

"So, what do you do Sunny?" he asked.

"I'm a student." I replied. No point in telling him it's at a high school. "And you?"

"I'm a bodyguard. Well, almost a bodyguard. I start my first day tomorrow. This is my last night out on the town." He said. It was my turn to look him up and down.

"You're a bodyguard? Aren't you a little small?" I asked with a smile on my face, letting him know that I was teasing him.

"Small?" he scoffed. "I can bench press over 200 pounds. I am rock hard muscle." That made my stomach flip. 'Definitely sexy' I thought to myself.

"I'm sure you are". I teased back. "So, who are you guarding?" I asked.

"Not sure yet. They like to keep things private, so I'll be finding out tomorrow morning."

Our food came out and for the rest of the time we had a pleasant conversation. When it came time to pay, he pulled out his wallet and started to pay for me too. I took money out of my clutch and handed it to the waitress. "Here's my half." He started to protest, but I told him that it would make me feel better if he would just let me pay for myself. I have this thing; I don't like getting gifts of any kind or having people do me favors. I don't like being indebted to people, or feeling like I need to rely on people to get by in life. My parents are the only ones who are allowed to get me anything but that's only because they are in charge of me and I have no say in anything they do. Once the waitress left, he looked at me and asked "why wouldn't you let me pay for you?"

"I work hard for my money and like the freedom it gives me to pay for myself. Also, I hate it when other people pay for me when I can't give them anything in return. "I answered.

"How do you make your money?" he asked.

"I make all of my money selling my art. I'm kind of an art entrepreneur. I'm mostly a photographer. But I also paint, draw, sculpt. But the most important thing in my life is singing. There are rare occasions when I go to a local bar and grill and sing for all of the people there. I know the owner and he pays insanely well." I was starting to feel like this guy was learning everything about me.

"So you like art?" He asked. It was funny, it seemed like he was trying to keep our conversation going.

"It's my life. I the whole barn at my house dedicated to it." I said.

"Barn? Like with horses and hay and stuff?" He looked a little confused.

Laughing, I told him "No, we don't have any animals. I live on what used to be a working farm, but now it's a lot of over grown fields, and an empty barn full of half finished projects." Looking at my cell phone, I realized that it was almost 1:00 in the morning. "Oh wow, it's almost one; I need to go find my friend. It was really great getting to know you." I started to get up to head back upstairs to find Katy when he said "I'll go with you."

We headed upstairs. Looking around, I found Katy dancing with a huge group of guys. I started to go up to her when her eyes got huge and she called across the whole dance floor "SUNNY! Where have you been? I missed you so much!" she was getting teary, which told me somebody had been buying her drinks.

I reached her and started inching her off the dance floor "It's time to go home now Katy." I told her in my 'adult' voice, something I had acquired after years of taking care of her when she's drunk.

"But I'm having fun dancing". She started wining. Tears started to flow as she struggled to get back onto the dance floor.

"I know honey. But it's almost one o'clock, and we need to get out of here. Now, stop fighting. We're going home." I told her.

Katy cried when she was drunk, nothing serious, she's just dramatic. "I don't want to go home!"

We reached outside and I led us to the car. I got her in and buckled her seatbelt. When I turned around, I ran into somebody. I gasped. Looking up, I saw Jake.

"Oh my god, you gave me a heart attack. I forgot you were with us." I said with a relieved sigh.

"Yeah, well, I wanted to make sure you got out safely. Is she going to be okay? She doesn't look too good." He looked concerned.

"Nah, she'll be fine in the morning. This happens every time she gets drunk. Nothing I can't handle." I said honestly.

"So, um, I was wondering, can I have you number?" He looked so nervous, it was funny.

"Sure, but you have to give me yours in return." I didn't usually do that with people I had just met. But, something told me that he wasn't going to become an angry stalker.

"sweet." I had to laugh at that.

After giving him my number, I got in the car and drove Katy home. After getting her comfortably in bed, I washed all of my makeup off, put my hair up in a messy bun, put my sweatshirt and jeans back on and headed to my house. Once I got home, I changed into my pajamas. My phone started to vibrate I opened up the text and read

"Had an amazing night : ) - Jake.

I smiled, climbed into bed and fell asleep.





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