The Bodyguard

Chapter 1.

Melissa Roberts P.O.V

Harvard University – 3:30 p.m.

When my feet step onto the campus, I feel a chill run down my spine, especially when my eyes pass all the young men walking on the campus lawn. It is hard to believe that I got into one of the most important colleges in my country and I will have to face a reality that no longer fits my age, not that I am much older than these young people, but I am sure that there must be very few people my age here, and if they are, they are already finishing the course and not starting it.

I start walking, pulling my suitcase with me.

My conversation with the president had been very brief and very unenlightening, the little information I had received was that I would have to stay close to Benjamin at all times, since some threats were emerging against him, and not allow him to know who I truly was. This included not having access to my real name.

Here I would be Scarlett Jones, a twenty-four-year-old freshman who finally managed to afford to go to college and pursue her dream career, which in this case is the same as Benjamin's.

I would have to approach him in a subtle way and infiltrate his circle of friendship.

My boss had given me a folder with all the necessary information about the boy, such as the course he is taking, what is his position on this campus, which fraternity he belongs to, etc. A folder that I did not have the chance to study, since due to the urgency, I had to fly on a commercial flight and there was a person sitting next to me, and it would not be at all pleasant to analyze a folder with all the information about the president's son next to someone else.

What did I know about Benjamin? Absolutely nothing! To be honest, I hardly knew what his face looked like.

I enter the building where the dorms are and immediately grimace as I see several young men walking down the halls in search of their rooms.

I walk straight past them all, feeling relieved to see the door to my room, I start to go towards it, but a door opens in front of my path and a very tall person comes out of it with a certain desperation, slamming his body against mine as hard as he can and making me stagger backwards.

Likewise, I use all my balance not to fall.

— Don't you watch where you're going, rascal? — the extremely debauched voice reaches my ears and I feel the hatred reaching me.

I raise my eyes in his direction.

— It was you who bumped into me. Not the other way around, playboy. — I speak with the same intonation and notice the annoyance on his face for calling him a playboy.

— You are a freshman, aren't you? — Your question is rhetorical, so I won't open my mouth to answer. — I guarantee you won't want to start a war with me right away.

I let out a low laugh and nodded my head.

I'm not old enough to deal with that kind of thing.

— A war? What do you think you are, playboy? A warrior? — I ask with amusement, and he doesn't look happy at all.

— No. But I have power in this place.

— Power? What kind of power? — I cross my arms and arch my eyebrow. — Are you going to make your little friends give me dirty looks? Oh, I know! — I point my index finger in his direction. — Are you going to make me eat alone in the cafeteria?

The extremely bright-eyed boy blinks rapidly and moistens his lips; in another situation, I might even find him minimally handsome.

— Eat alone in the cafeteria? — his arms are crossed, and I allow myself to look at the muscles protruding from his shirt. He was quite strong, and I don't doubt that he plays some sport here on campus. — This isn't Mean Girls.

— Are you sure? Because you look like a Regina George cosplay to me.

— I bet you have absolutely nothing to do tonight. — he starts to blink rapidly, and I take a step back, unconsciously.

His abrupt change of subject worries me.

— No need to be afraid, little Missy. I don't usually do anything naughty to girls, unless they ask me to. — A mischievous smile appears on his lips and I roll my eyes. — I just wanted to say that my sorority is having a party tonight, and you're more than invited, and I bet everyone would love to meet you. — her eyes sweep over my body.

— I decline your invitation.

— Why do you refuse? Are you afraid of me? — his eyes narrow.

— Afraid of you? Get real, playboy.

I walk past him and stop in front of my bedroom door, but as my hand grabs the knob, his voice sounds, very close to me.

— I'll wait for you at the party. I stare at him one last time and c***k the most fake smile I have. If there is one thing I will not do, it is go to a party with a bunch of drunk young people. I have not yet reached the insanity to act this way.

I look at the room with a single bed, a closet, and a bathroom and manage to feel minimally satisfied. Since the idea of having to share a room with someone didn't seem tempting at all.

I leave my suitcase in a corner and grab the folder, sitting on the bed and opening it. I needed to know all the information quickly in order to start acting immediately.

The first thing I see is the picture of Benjamin, and as soon as my eyes hit it, I feel the tension hit me.

It's not possible!

Benjamin was exactly the guy I had fallen out with a few minutes ago, and from the looks of it, I have just destroyed any chance I had of making friends with him in my first days here. I guess I'll have to infiltrate in a more subtle way.

It looks like he will definitely see me at this stupid party.