my six bodyguards

chapter 4

"Your what?" Josh asked, anger evident in his voice.

"My boyfriend?" I said, but it came out more as a question.

"What the hell!" Josh yelled.

Wes and Brady just looked at me.

"You're not allowed to have a boyfriend," Wes finally said.

"Who is this mother fucker I'll go beat the shit out of him," Josh said, standing up quickly.

"Calm down babe," Brooke, my saving grace, said. She softly grabbed his arm and pulled him back down to his chair.

Josh looked at me and then his girlfriend. "We'll talk about this at home," he said. The rest of lunch was extremely awkward between the glares from the boys and the sorry looks from their friends.

Lunch finally ended and soon enough, the rest of the day. I sat through a long hour and a half of detention, just preparing myself for what would happen when I got home.

Finally, the teacher let us go and I walked towards the parking lot, finding Josh, Wes, and Brady standing by the car. "Get in," Josh said plainly, as I approached them.

I did what I was told, and sat awkwardly throughout the whole ten minute drive home. We got home and entered the house.

Blake and Hayden are usually home by the time school is over so I knew I'd have to deal with them first. Wyatt, now that's another story. He's the "bad cop" - literally.

Him being a police officer makes him a million times more scary, I don't know how but it just does.

Wesley threw the front door open and the rest of us followed, all the boys clearly angry.

"Woah, who died?" Hayden asked as we entered the living room.

He was sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table. Blake was sitting on "his" chair in the corner of the room, texting on his phone. He looked up and made direct eye contact with me. He then look at Josh, Wesley, and Brady.

"What did she do?" he asked, already knowing I was the problem.

I plopped on the couch next to Hayden, hoping maybe he'd be able to protect me a little once they snitched. We were always the closest so maybe he'd go light on me?

"Well, Emerson has this so called boyfriend," Josh said, his arms crossed angrily.

"Don't forget the part about her getting caught in the janitor's closet with him, doing God knows what," Wesley said.

"Then she got detention," Brady said. To be honest, I don't think he cares that much about me having a boyfriend, he just likes getting me in trouble.

Blake looked at me, it was hard to read his expression. He let out a chuckle. "You're kidding right?" he laughed.

Hayden playfully punched my arm. "Good one," he laughed. He then looked at me, lowering his eyes to my neck.

He angrily stood up from the couch staring me down. "Is that a fucking hickey?!" he yelled.

Well shit.

"Uh it's not what you thi-"

"Oh my gosh, you weren't kidding!" Blake stood up and walked over to me, "what the hell Emerson!"

Hayden grabbed my wrist and yanked me off the couch. Wow, he's never been this angry before.

He looked me in the eye and gave me a glare. One I have never gotten from him. I was expecting him to yell or something. He didn't. He calmly said, "go to your room."

I quickly ran up the stairs and into my room. This is it. I'm dead. They're going to kill me. Oh my gosh.

When Wyatt gets home I'm screwed. I know he'll have the worst reaction.

I sat in my room and went on my phone, knowing it would be taken away soon. An hour later I heard what sounded like Wyatt's car pulling into the driveway.

I looked out of my window and saw him standing by his car, taking a puff of a cigarette, a habit of his that I hate. He then stomped it out on the ground, and quickly walked inside.

I heard the door slam, and then I heard loud stomps up the stairs. Well, here's the end of me.

My door flew open, making me flinch. "Sit," Wyatt said pointing to my bed.

I did what I was told and looked down at my feet. I felt his eyes shooting daggers at my neck. He was checking out my hickey.

"What's this I heard about a hickey?" he said, "And a boyfriend?"

"Um-"

"Look me in the eye when you talk," he scolded. That's one of his pet peeves, he likes direct eye contact.

I looked him in the eye. "Yes I have a hickey, and yes, I have a boyfriend." He stared at me. "Wy, don't be mad, please." I gave him my puppy dog eyes which worked on most of my brothers, but rarely him.

"You're fucking kidding right? I'm not mad, I'm disappointed. You lied about having a boyfriend, then proceeded to get a fucking hickey." He took a long, deep breath. "Not only is that disrespectful to us, it's disrespectful to you. Letting a boy do that to you."

Is he for real? "Wyatt I mean no disrespect, but you can't tell me you haven't given a girl a hickey. Plus, the fact that you're all mad at me for having a boyfriend is ridiculous. Just because I'm a girl? You all have been fucking girls since age 13 for all I know," I yelled.

"Hey! Watch your mouth," Wyatt spat.

"I think I should be able to speak to you how you're speaking to me. Why should I show any respect to you if you can't respect me?" By this point I stood up and was yelling at him.

"You sit down!" He pointed at me, "Blake and I have raised you all ever since mom and dad started traveling for their jobs, you should be grateful!"

"I think you're all being super unreasonable," I said crossing my arms.

"No we're not teenage boys have bad intentions," he said.

"Like what, Wyatt? You haven't even met him, he's a great guy," I said.

"Well in that case, you're gonna invite him over for a family dinner," he said with an evil smirk, "you know, so he can meet the family."

Oh hell no.

A/N  Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thank you so much for all the positive feedback so far, I really appreciate it. I made a character list if you want to check it out. It's how I imagine the characters would look. Thanks!