Your parents hired a bodyguard for you, like personal. You did not know that Hazel Kennedy was a girl, because of her style and hair, not face.

You still didn’t know she was a girl, until today. You walked into her room, without knocking.

And there she was, with only bra, because she was changing her shirt. Dang, her body was fine.

You two just stared each other blankly, you were shocked. Hazel quickly put on the shirt.

“What are you doing here?” She asked like nothing happened.