I'll Protect You (Original Version)

The poor decisions of Logan Cross

"Sweetheart, that's not very polite of you," he scolded me. I never told you guys that once upon a time, my father had trained to be an agent. He had eyes at the backing his head!

"Did you say hello to your bodyguard yet? I'm sure he's very tired from walking here just so he could take you to school."

"Well I certainly didn't invite him over here," I retorted. "And we must be on our way. Please excuse us." I stood up in a rush and pushed Logan back towards the entrance. My father had this crazy thought in his head that I actually liked Logan. Now he was trying to make me be nice to him.

Only in an alternate universe, old man.

"Have a wonderful day you two!" my father called out. Love and warmth poured from his words and once again, it triggered my fake gag reflex. I pulled Logan out of the door before my father could say anything.

"Your dad's funny," Logan laughed from behind me. I realized my fingers were still gripped around his jacket sleeve, and I quickly released it.

"Ha, ha," I said sarcastically. "I laugh at your humor."

"What's the matter, sweetheart?"

Oh, he did not just call me sweetheart!  

My hidden strength surged out and I pushed him against a lamp post that just so happened to stand conveniently by. I could tell that some pain had entered his body as he grimaced and groaned.

"Don't call me sweetheart," I growled animalistically, my face dangerously close to his. Logan snapped open his eyes and the most bold leer.

"As you wish, princess," he sneered, expanding the syllables of the final word. Cross headed to shove me off of him. We gave each other the most vicious glares. Several feet was planted between our bodies and a disastrous atmosphere began boiling around us.

If I tripped, Logan would snap at me. If a tree branch snagged my sleeve or a strand of my wig, he'd yell at me even more. And if Logan would start slowing down, I'd growl at him to hurry up. If he took his time texting and standing, I'd scream at him.

"You're so pushy," I complained, pushing my bangs out of my eyes. I already had the sun, Logan Cross' face, and every possible tree branch out there damaging my eyes. Now my bangs were going to pick a fight with me?

"You act like such a freaking brat," he spat, eyeing me angrily. "If you don't hurry up, we'll both be late to class. And I, unlike you, enjoy arriving to my lessons on time. Also, my reputation is at stake here. I thought you said you weren't going to damage it."

I snorted. "I simply cannot recall any moment of which I summoned you to my residence. Not my fault, bro."

"I...am going to ignore your weird talking and just say that your father invited me over," he stumbled. I smiled slightly. It looked like spending all my summers with my younger brother Jasper has really paid off. Ah, the power of vocabulary and word usage.

"Ignore my father," I concluded as if it were the most simple solution to about anything.

"Ignore the king of Cimeria?" he bursted, waving his hands about like he just didn't care. Okay, I'm sorry. I just had to say that. Logan waved his hands through the air as if my very existence seemed so troublesome.

"Prince," I corrected. "My grandmother still holds the throne, meaning she's the queen. After my parents get remarried, she will renounce the throne and title, and then my old man and my mother will be the new queen."

Logan seemed interested, but too awkward to press anything else in my personal life. But his curiosity seemed to drive him too intensely. "Why'd you move here. You know, to America. And to this place, of all places?"