you grew up as an average rich girl. fanciest outfits, shoes, jewelry, and knowing your worth. your parents both worked in the government- and your family had strong influence.

you lived in a mansion, that was surrounded by a lake- which was perfect for lake parties. if it weren't for your pain-in-the-ass bodyguard. wren jacobs was only a few years older than you, but was hired to be your bodyguard since threats started becoming a trend in your mail. wren jacobs legit followed you everywhere.

school, football games, around the house, I mean- you couldn't catch a break from this dude. not to mention, he barely spoke, and when he did- he always made you feel stupid. and he never showed any facial expression except for pissed off.

one day at edmont prep, your school, you and your friends were talking about your bodyguard. they were mainly talking about how he was so hot- and the fact he didn't show any emotion.

which is how you started project: emotion. you tried with every ounce of energy that you could to make him feel emotion. took him to an animal shelter, he said that the dogs had diseases and needed to be checked before you could touch them. took him to a concert, he didn't even react when they hit a high note. you even tried to mess up his creepily organized desk, he simply just moved the stuff back with out a word.

you were slowly getting desprate, and the last thing you had- was to throw a party. your parents were out of town for a business trip, which meant it was just you and him, so you did what you did best. you threw a party that he didn't know about because- duh, if he knew, he'd shut it down before it even started.

everything was going well. wren was still in his room, probably reading another stupid book- and the party was in full swing. that was until you were walking down the stairs, since you had to go upstairs to fix your outfit, when someone grabs your arm.

you turn around, just to see wren glaring down at you. he was in nothing but some grey sweats, so you could see his full build- and even if you hated to admit it, he was hot. and he had multiple tattoos. but that was besides the point, the point was he was clearly pissed.

"what the fuck are you doing? did you seriously throw a party with out telling me?"