On Thursday at lunch, instead of coming to sit down with us at lunch, he walks straight past us and over to the popular table. What the hell was he doing? He sat down right beside Millie and put his arm around her shoulder. They all seem to be laughing and getting along, and he doesn't seem to be uncomfortable sitting there. The only thing keeping from stomping over there and giving him a piece of my mind is the fact that Maggie and Al told me to trust him.

I only realize that I was stuck in a trance when Chloe finally shouted my name and stuck her phone in my face.

"Lana, look what my ass of a brother sent me!" She practically yelled and placed her phone into my hands so that I could read it. On it, it read "Looks like we got your boy-toy Clo. :)"

"He's infuriating! Our father is definitely hearing about this!" she exclaimed.

Yet, through all of this, he was still taking me to and from school and making sure the house was secure for me. I was honestly starting to get suspicious. But I trust my guardians.

One day towards the end of April, preparations for prom were in full swing. This is the event that all high school girls or even just students look forward to from the moment they step through the fateful doors for the first time four years prior. It was that fateful day that I found out that Blake Carson, the person who was hired and paid to make sure I was safe, was dating the bitch called Melissa Rains. He created this elaborate promposal that the entire school had the misfortune of witnessing.

However, I couldn't let a guy who my parents trusted ruin my life so I told him I was going out with the girls to grab our dresses. The 4 of us were going as friends, although technically Nava had been in a successful relationship for the last 4 years. Her boyfriend has gotten very used to us being everywhere with her and has never made her decide between us and him. This is the type of relationship I crave to have.

After setting me up with enough tracking devices, mini microphones and hidden cameras to bust a major drug deal, Blake finally let me go out with the girls. He left the house at the same time I did, no doubt to go hang out with his new friends.

A few days before prom I couldn't take it anymore. Blake was being an ass. He was treating me and my friends horribly. That day, as soon as we got home I just started yelling at him. I didn't mean too, I just couldn't handle it. He was being horrible. I had mad respect for Chloe for dealing with her twin brother all these years. It's not like she chose for them to be twins. But I wasn't that type of person, and he wasn't my twin. He was just some guy I was told to trust.

"Blake! Stop being an ass! Yes, I said you are an ass, get over yourself! I don't care if you are sitting with Sasha and Ryan or if you are dating Millie. Your primary focus is to make sure I don't end up dead! Didn't you say you prided yourself on how well you did your job? I don't particularly care who you associate yourself with, it doesn't concern me, but I expect you not to be rude to my friends and I. And If you wish to associate yourself with people like Sasha Mills, then, by all means, do so. Just stay away from me as much as you can! And yes, I realize you are still my guard. But I will ask to have you replaced! The thing with being in witness protection for 12 years is that they let you have some choices! So make up your damn mind!" I yelled. I knew my face was red and that I was probably not making any sense but I made my point. I quickly stomped out of the room, walked across the hall and into mine. I then proceeded to slam the door. When I walked out, Bake had his mouth hanging wide open, and I thought he was trained to handle situations like this. I guess a stupid teenage girl like me could break that training. It honestly made me feel better, if only a little bit.

A couple of hours later, after Maggie and Albert had returned home, I hear a knock on my door. I get up and go to open it, thinking it was Maggie.

It was Blake. I let him in with a huff thinking that he had to give me updates on the case. Maybe my rant gave him a reality check and made him rethink his position. Maybe he was refocusing on the case.

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