Chapter 2 : The Bodyguard
You know sometimes how you stub your toe on your dresser and you wonder how you were stupid enough to do it when you've known since you were five it has always been there? Well hard headed boys work the same way...
It was annoying. It was loud. It was Jeremy Neubart. By my fourth consecutive period with him, I was about ready to scream. Luckily, some combination of luck and his own stupidity had kept him from realizing that both of us shared exactly the same classes. Perhaps it was the overwhelming hot girl population that leaned in his direction.
Okay, I suppose I can admit it. He was kind of good looking. But working in the U.G.A., I had protected celebrities, Calvin Klein Models, and even athletes, so there had been plenty of chances for me to drool over the hotter representatives of the male species.
"Hey, dork. Give me that ball."
It was Jeremy. Loud and obnoxious.
Of course, I didn't think he could possibly be talking to me. Sure, I wore glasses, and didn't really accentuate my hair...but he couldn't just call me dorky based on that.
"Hey, Raggedy Ann! Come on!"
Or maybe he could...
I took a deep breath in. Though every bit of me wanted to scream back how STUPID he was, and that if he ever called me RAGGEDY ANN again I could and would flip him over faster than he could wink at Marisa Carter again...but then again, I couldn't. It would just cause me to stand out and be noticed...and that's not really what my job contract restricted me to.
Without uttering a single word, I threw him a light, girlish toss. Just as expected, it landed three meek feet ahead of him with a baby pounce, and though it gave him a light smirk, it was the norm for most of the wall flowers in my gym class.
Turning back around, I made the mistake of keeping my eye on him. I unwillingly noticed the curve of his perfect back and his broad, muscular shoulders.
Immediately, I knew I was blushing. Marisa Carter, the perfect and perfectly nice cheerleader next to me saw this and began to laugh.
"Oh Casper! You're so cute." she giggled at me.
Giggling back, I began to face forward when a rush of air and a shout came at me. It was that idiot who I had been blushing about just moments before, unwilling to sacrifice catching one out in our coed kickball game and instead choosing to crash into me as he jumped backwards. Before we knew it, he was on top of me on the floor.
"Yes! I caught it!" he yelled.
I tried to harness my anger against his perfect, rough voice.
Jumping up, he gave me a sheepish smile.
"Sorry about that, Raggedy Ann."
Giving him a sheepish smile back, I calmly responded,
"It's quite alright Jock Head."
The whole gym stared at me. I had accomplished two things. First, I had said more words in that one moment than most people heard me say in a week. Second, I had made a complete fool of myself.
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