He was the bad boy.
She was the not-so-good-good-girl.
Her brother was the captain of the basketball team.
His best friend was Mr. Popular.
"What did he say?" I asked.
"He told me to be your bodyguard."
"My what?!" I scoffed. "Don't listen to him."
His expression was unreadable. "What if I want to be your bodyguard?"