I Didn't Ask For A Bodyguard!

♀ : "Deviled Eggs from Hell."

Wow. He has really expressive eyebrows.

...

He's totally judging me.

"Who are you?" A voice barked, causing both of us to jump and turn our heads slowly to look at my cooking teacher.

"I'm Aaron," Aaron said, speaking first. "I'm Aria's-"

"Long lost childhood friend five times removed who came from Portugal because he's allergic to boys and has to go to an all girl's school. Terrible allergy. Poor soul," I said, patting his shoulder sympathetically.

"That didn't even make sense," Aaron hissed, looking at me from the corner of his eyes.

"I'm not going to say you are my bodyguard. That's going to attract attention," I muttered, still smiling fakely at the cooking teacher (who, frankly, is scary as heck).

"I was going to say that I was an exchange student here to shadow you for the next six months!" He shot back.

"Oh. Well. Yeah, that might have made more sense," I shrugged. "But hey, what's done is done!" I smiled brightly.

"You are going to join Aria's kitchen then," The teacher said, nodding at us. "Everyone else. Today we are going to make deviled eggs. The ingredients are up here, and so are the instructions. Decide who's doing what job and we'll get started."

I sighed in relief and turned to Aaron, nodding. "You're our Guest."

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"Dishwasher's eat first," Nana hissed, nudging me forward.

"I think our Guest should eat first," I said quickly, pulling Aaron forward.

"No no," Aaron said, grinning evily (I told you he was evil. Don't trust good looking guys). "I insist. You worked hard on working those dishes. Youeat first."

I blanched as I stared at the deviled eggs- or the things that were pretending to be deviled eggs. Because those things don't look like no deviled eggs I've seen.

"I don't want to eat that," I whispered, shooting a pleading look at Aaron. "You're my bodyguard. Do something!"

"No, I'm your long lost best friend five times removed from Portugal," Aaron said mockingly as I slapped him on the shoulder.

"Seriously, I can't eat that. I'll die. Do you see how those things look like?" I hissed, jabbing my finger to point at the... thing.

"I'm pretty sure you don't have to eat it," Aaron muttered back after staring at the eggs for a while, shooting me a look as we all stared at the deviled eggs Rayni messed up.

"Why haven't you eaten the eggs yet?" Our cooking teacher demanded, glaring at us.

Okay, so here's the thing. In our school, if you take cooking, you have to eat what you make. This rule was implemented after a group of girls wasted cooking materials by throwing a bunch of salt instead of sugar into their baking batter and refusing to eat the fifty cupcakes they made, even though they RLY shouldn't have made that much in the first place, to be honest.

This rule wasn't a problem most of the time. Evalyn is great at cooking! However, Rayni really really needs these cooking classes because she screwed up deviled eggs and they looked like something out of a horror movie. Like, seriously. I can practically see the events that will follow if I eat it.

1) pick up egg

2) eat

3) fall over and die

And I'm pretty sure Evalyn, Nana, and Aaron were thinking the same thing. Rayni just looked really proud and but then again she doesn't need to eat the eggs of death since she's the Cook and the Cook doesn't have to eat.

Which, now that I think about it, is a really bad idea since the Cook could poison all of us and we would all die- like right now.

"I'm allergic to egg!" Evalyn blurted before gasping and slapping a hand over her mouth.

"What?" The teacher asked.

Evalyn covered up her mistake by coughing. "Uh. Yeah. Allergic. To egg. That's me. Sorry. I can't eat it."

"And you?" The teacher asked, narrowing her eyes at Nana.

"I... Um... Got my tonsils removed yesterday. I can only eat ice cream," Nana lied quickly.

"And you?" The cooking teacher asked, finally turning to me.

"Um... Uh..." Think Aria think. Why can't you eat the eggs? "I... have... constipation?"

Yeah. You go Aria. That's sounds totally legit. I am so awesome.

The teacher blinked before narrowing her eyes at me again. "You suddenly develop constipation when you're forced to eat egg?"

"It's... uh... Spontaneous constipation. Isn't that right Aaron?" I asked, turning to Aaron and trying to communicate with him via telepathy to back me up.

I am not eating those deviled eggs from hell.

"How the hell should I know about your bowel movements?"Aaron asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Clearly, he needs to work on his telepathy.

"Will you look at that! My stomach is hurting, that must be the constipation! Being... spontaneous... ahahahaha... I have better go bye!" I said quickly, grabbing my bags and making a mad dash out of the room.

And that's the story of how I spent the whole school day locked up in the bathroom to avoid eating deviled eggs.

And also the story of how Aaron spent the whole day standing in front of the girl's bathroom like a total creeper.

Hehe.

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You go Aria! Okay, I'm talking to my own characters. What's wrong with me? Nah, nothing's wrong. I'm just special. XD Anyway, comment? Vote? Thank you so much for reading!