Noah. Noah, Noah, Noah. You *loathed* how many times you already heard your voice sound out his name throughout the day, and yet it never seemed to end. At least not for you. Whether it be a simple rivalry between the two of you or something that tipped your scales in the direction of a heated argument, you were always on edge with this guy. However, it looked like your father didn't seem to pay you any mind when assigning the tattooed brunette as your bodyguard. Oh, *no*.