The Bodyguard

Chapter 6 - No Boys!

The week starts like most others with classes and work and I even managed to speak to Mom and reassure her, but by Thursday the thing I look forward to the most each day is coming home to chat with Amy.

She’s fast becoming my favourite person and I’d forgotten what it was like to have a proper friend.

I wake up Friday morning and after my only class for the day I walk home for lunch. I don’t eat in the cafeteria at college often because the food isn’t great and I usually end up sitting alone.

Amy is in the kitchen when I walk in and there’s an amazing smell drifting from whatever she’s concocting in the pan.

“Pasta!” She exclaims “want some?”

“Sure, if there’s enough. It smells amazing!” I reply with sincerity.

I sit and watch as she spoons the pasta into two bowls and then hands me one with a fork. It’s spaghetti with a tomato sauce and there is fresh basil and olives which are my favourite and I tuck in greedily.

We talk about my class, which was really good.  I only have one class on Fridays, but it is my favourite and the professor is so interesting so I'm happy to make the effort to go in every week.  The conversation shifts to her course, she's studying psychology and is particularly interested in criminal psychology and forensics, which I find incredibly fascinating, I love those kinds of shows on TV.  I couldn't imagine doing something like that myself, but it makes her seem even cooler than I first thought.  We fall silent as we return our focus to the hot pasta.

“So what are you planning to wear tomorrow night?” She asks once she’s finished her current mouthful.

“I’m not sure. What kind of place is it?”

“I’d wear a dress and heels, but nothing too elegant. It’s a nightclub after all.” She states casually.

“Can you help me choose?” I plead and she laughs.

“Sure!” She grins, her blue eyes lighting up and we finish our pasta then head upstairs to my first floor room.

I open my closet and she doesn’t hesitate to root through my clothes. She looks at several dresses, but nothing seems to catch her eye particularly, it's like she knows what she's looking for she just has to find it. She finally pulls out a simple black slim strapped dress that reaches just above my knees and says, “this one” without hesitation.  She's got good taste, it's one of my favourites.  It's tight so it shows off my figure, but it's not too revealing so it's still classy.  The neckline is straight giving only the slightest hint of cleavage.  

I slip it on as she looks through my shoes. She finds some strappy gold sandals, but I shake my head. “I hate my feet and feel more comfortable in shoes that hide them.  Those were a gift and I hardly ever wear them.”

“Ok then, these?” She offers as she hands me my shiny silver high heeled pumps.

“What do you think?” I ask as I do a small twirl, showing her the finished look.

“Perfect! The boys will be like moths to a flame!” She winks cheekily.

“No boys! I’ve had enough of them to last me a lifetime.” I groan.

“Ok, no boys.” she states firmly.

I breathe a sigh of relief. At least she understands that I’m not in the mood for boys right now. I have a feeling this party will be everything I need right now and nothing I don’t need.

If only I’d known.