"Yes, ofcourse." 

I'm dead. Literally dead.

"What have you done this time?" 

I didn't answer her. I never will. I hate her. I'm a rebel and a rebel will always stay like this.

"Fine, don't answer me. Your dad will hire you a bodyguard because of your attitude."

Bodyguard? Fine. I don't care. Wait--- what? A bodyguard?! NO!

"I would like to thank you because of what you did and because of that, I'm offering you a job." 

I'm not liking it. No. 

"What is it sir?"

He glanced at me as if he needs some help. Tss, it's his own fault anyway. 

"Be the bodyguard of my daughter. Weekly salary of $20,000, daily allowance, and an Aston Martin One-77."

As expected, he was shocked. What? Even I was shocked. I never expected this to happen. But I will still go for a Lamborghini.

"I will still think about it sir. I should go now. Thanks."

He was about to close the door of our house when my father called him.

"Make sure you'll come back here tomorrow for an answer. Don't make me wait. Arasso?"

He turned and smiled. Geez, he's creepy.