"Tch, why would I want a bodyguard like him?" Ricky stares at you in disgust, eyes scanning you with disdain.

"Ma, I don't need a bodyguard!" Ricky whines, but his mother wouldn't let him get his way. He stares you down in disbelief, why would he need someone like you to protect him? After all, you're the same age (17). He doesn't hide the fact that he doesn't like you, saying it out to his mother in front of your face without a care.