Don't Worry About It, Sweetheart.

It isn’t often that Charles doesn’t have one of his own sharpened quips at hand. Usually Allison is surprised his words don’t draw blood sometimes, But now he’s quiet for a moment before even sparing a glare in her direction. So she knows somethings up before he starts on the explanation. And ah, being cut off, the biggest threat for a kid like him. “Ohh, we’re being Mr. Serious today, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

Allison slides her way down next to Charles anyway, his glares do nothing to scare her at this point, and glances curiously over his shoulder. “What part are you at now?” She’s honestly glad that there’s something in place to make Charles see some sort of reason, even if it has to be money. He’d be able to do great things if he were pushed a little harder, Allison had no doubt about that. So she had no qualms about helping him along this path, even if she couldn’t always stand him.

Charles lets out an audible sigh before turning to face his new bodyguard with a scowl. “The part where you shut up and let me think.” Charles is too stressed out (and thoroughly annoyed) to turn on the charm or attempt to persuade the girl to loosen the leash a bit. He’s not a dog, after all; just treated like one. When the family is out of town, his parents always make sure Charles has the extra protection that he needs. That’s what they tell him, but anyone with half a brain knows that this protection is for the family name more than anything else. They need someone to keep Charles in line, keep him in school, keep him from going to parties and doing cocaine -- someone had taken a picture and his parents had been pissed. 

When he smiles it does not change her attitude towards him or the fact that he’s been looking at her long enough. Her lips purse slightly as if she’s interested for the answer, but when he directs the question back to her, she lets out a soft huff. “Because I don’t want to go to school…?”

“Eternal darkness.”

memes  

            abstinence? that almost makes them laugh. almost. “ it wasn’t a guess; it was a temporary name for you until you deem us worthy – or whatever it is you do. ” they roll their eyes, setting one elbow against the table and resting against it. “ we’re stiles, by the way. mostly. so, your name..? ”

@selfishintention | closed starter

“You do realize you’re being a bit of a cliche, right?” Allison hasn’t had to work with Charles that long yet, but she’d known him before she’d been assigned to him. She was pretty sure she’d gotten the assignment just because she hadn’t fallen to the male’s supposed ‘charms’, but she wasn’t exactly looking forward to the challenge ahead of her. 

It wasn’t that she hated the young Kennedy or anything, she didn’t exactly spend enough time dwelling on him for that.. He was just, rude for one thing, and always managed to come off as arrogant, something Allison was severely unimpressed by. “Now I’m sure you don’t care or anything, but you’ve got the ‘bad boy rich kid’ thing down.”

The words don’t go unheard, though Charles doesn’t bother responding to her criticisms. Instead, he taps his pen against the pile of papers in his hand and aims a pointed glare in the girl’s direction. “If I don’t get into an Ivy League,” a pause as he finishes the equation, “my parents are cutting me off. So shut up a minute, will you?” 

          “ whoa, hold the phone! call the press! we got ourselves a badass over here. ” snide remarks made, they slide into the seat across from the stranger, looking him over. “ so – who are you supposed to be, mister lung cancer poster boy? ”