Undercover Bodyguard

Trinity's POV
"Howdy," I say as I get off of the ground. I look down at the girls lying on the floor around me.
"Uh, Paul. What do we do with them?" I ask, moving my hands around me. He mumbled something into his walkie-talkie and a few security men walked behind the stage and picked up the girls, carrying them somewhere. I turned back to Paul.
"As I was saying, boys, this is your undercover bodyguard. We needed some extra security because you know how crazy this is getting. So, Trinity, meet the boys. Boys, meet Trinity." We exchanged hellos' and some waves and a few smiles. There was an awkward silence between us before Paul ushered the boys back out. I hurried behind them just in case anything happened.
"Ladies, ladies. Let's all settle down. It was a just a little scare nothing important to worry about," Paul said. Yeah, sure. Almost getting shot was nothing important.
"But, we would not like to continue the signing any further for safety reasons." A wave of awes passed around the room. Man if I were one of them, I would be sad, too. I saw a glint of silver flicker somewhere in the room and my eyes caught sight of the girl who had the gun first. She gave me a death glare then walked out. Why were they trying to get to the boys? I shrugged away the feeling and followed Paul and the boys back to the backstage area and Paul dismissed me.
"Hey, Trinity, you can leave now. Just give me your walkie talkie and your ear piece." I gave him everything he had given me earlier. He handed me a list of phone numbers and I gave him a suspicious look.
Paul answered for me,"They are the boys phone numbers and my phone number just in case something bad happens or we need backup. Got it?" I nodded and turned around, heading out the door.


Fifteen minutes later, I reached the apartment me and my best friend Melanie shared. I walked slowly up the stairs to the apartment. Man, saving someone from being killed really takes a toll on you. I unlocked the door and stepped in, shutting the door and locking it. I placed my coat on the coatrack next to the door and walked into the kitchen. Melanie was nowhere to be seen so I just grabbed a coke and grabbed a box of Cheezits. I let myself fall on the couch and took my sneakers off one by one. I turned on the TV and flipped endlessly through channels. Every single channel was already covering what had happened earlier that day! I groaned and just switched it to Disney.
Hey, I may almost be an adult, but I can still be a kid. So, sitting there with my Nike sweatshirt, jeans, box of Cheezits, and a coke, I watched an episode of Jessie. The door opened and shut, signaling that Melanie was here.
"Trinity! Your home! How was your first day of work?" She came over and jumped on the couch. I gave the box to her and she started stuffing her mouth with cheesy deliciousness.
"It was good, yeah, it was great considering the people were almost killed." The sound of her rummaging through the box stopped. I looked over at her and her face was pale.
"They what?" I nodded and she shrugged and continued eating her crackers. I laughed and paid my attention back to the TV. What would happen if they started targeting Melanie?

Notes

Hola! I know it sucks, but ah weel!
XOXO
Darcie