More than a Bodyguard

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Yesterday had been fantastic. I had spent the morning shopping and the evening partying. I had gotten drunk enough to convince myself that the guy taking me home was hot, and had some okay sex. Not great, but whatever. You can't win them all.

I got home at about 1 in the afternoon today, and was just making myself a smoothie when my dad got home.

He wasn't dressed for work, or for church (which I had missed. Whoops.) so I assumed he had been out golfing.

When he saw me in my shorts and crop top, wearing sunglasses in the house to help with my hangover, he did not look pleased.

"Emily Caroline DeRossi, where the hell have you been?" he demanded.

This wasn't a new thing. My father knew that I had been out at some guys house last night, but he never seemed to like it when I told him that. So I told him a lie that would make him less pissed. "I was at Nicole's."

My father folded his arms. "Is that the story you're going with today?"

He couldn't see it, but behind my sunglasses, I rolled my eyes. "It's the truth."

"Funny, since Nicole's older brother called last night to see if she was here with you." My father replied.

Shit. Nicole had been at the party with me, and had gone off on her own dick-sucking escapades. Stupid Dominic, calling in to check when he knew perfectly well he would get me in trouble.

I had been caught, but what did it matter? All my dad did was make empty threats about taking my car, or stop paying my phone bill. He never did. I was 18 now. All I needed to do was finish up my last year of high school, and then I'd be off to college, far, far away from this place.

Instead of making his threat and storming off, my dad continued the lecture. "Do you know how much money you spent yesterday? 700 dollars. None of that your own money. All of it mine. When are you going to get a real job, Emily? When are you..."

Aaaand off he went, doing the usual spiel about how I needed to grow up and support myself. I don't know why he did it. As of late, I'd been finding things out about him that didn't paint him in too good of a light. He'd also stopped being overly fatherly the last couple of months. I really didn't know why he was upset over something like this again.

He also knew by now that I'd never actually have to grow up and get a job and stuff. He was never going to cut me off, and if he did, I'd already be married to a rich husband, or have a sugar daddy. I had never had to work a day in my life, and I wasn't about to start now.

When was this lecture going to end?

"- and I never know where you are, which gives me half a mind to get someone to keep an eye on you 24/7-" He stopped abruptly, and I tried to remember what he was saying a minute ago.

"That's what I'll do," he muttered. "Just like Rob Berkley."

With that, he turned away and headed off, leaving me alone in the kitchen.

Rob Berkley? Like Serena Berkley's dad? The Serena that had a professional female body guard tailing her everywhere after she almost got pregnant? Oh noooooo...

I ran to catch up to my father. "Daddy! Daddy dearest! Dad! Wait! We can work this out! Please, let's talk!"
But he had already disappeared. There was nothing to do now but wait, and start warming up for the huge tantrum I was about to throw. I was not getting a bodyguard.

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Later that day, I was on the phone with Nicole. Nicole and I had been besties since 9th grade. Tiffany, my other bestie, had joined the group last year. Nicole was the bitch, I was the slut, and Tiffany was the airhead. We were probably the most powerful group in school, and between us, had probably fucked every guy in it.

"You heard about Brianna's breast implants? They got infected or some shit so now she has to have them taken out!" Nicole wheezed for a solid ten seconds. "She's going to be flat chested again! Remember what we used to call her?"

I laughed as we reminisced. "What was it, bra-less Brianna? That was so stupid."

Nicole continued to laugh as I self consciously glanced down my shirt. I didn't have the biggest boobs myself, and had been thinking of getting implants. Nicole was well set. In fact, one of our classmates who was dying from cancer last year and don't think he'd make it, asked for his last wish to be able to motorboat Nicole. He ended up making it through, but it's her greatest achievement. A dying man had longed for her breasts.

Anyways, we kept talking, and I finally got around to telling her about the bodyguard thing.

"Oh, girl, nooooo, you cannot let that happen. If you get a bodyguard, we're done for. You're never going to be able to do anything again." Nicole hmmed to herself. "On second thought... maybe he'll be hot. Muscular. Sexy. Maybe you can fuck him and make him do whatever you want!"

"I was thinking about that," I told her. "But what if he's ugly? Or, you know, a real bodyguard? What if I can't get out of this one?"

"We've been through worse. Remember when Tiffany's dad put a tracker in her tooth? And we had to get it out before Sebastian's big birthday party so we could sneak out? It's the only reason I want to be a dentist."

I laughed. "Maybe you're right. We've been through worse. Soon we'll be nostalgic for this bodyguard thing like everything else."

I had never been so wrong in my entire life.