My Pack of Protectors

Scarlett Hanson is new to Beacon Hills, she's only been around for a month or so. Now she's a target, and she's got some pretty awesome bodyguards. But she doesn't know what is targeting her, or why her in the first place. Will she fall for one of her bodyguards? Does she learn what is targeting her? Of all places to move, why Beacon Hills?


17. The Nickname

I was fully aware of all the boys staring at me. Even Derek after he arrived. Aidan glanced once, then stopped, and Ethan didn't look once. But the other guys were. I was dressed in just a shirt, that hung low, yes but still didn't hang that low. 

Quite awkward if you asked me. But I didn't dwell on that, I felt like crying, I knew that one way or the other Giselle was going to get me. No matter what. The boys said that they were not going to let that happen, but come on, we all know it will. That's how this kind of stuff happens. 

I got up and headed into the kitchen, all this worrying making me a bit peckish, needing a snack. I opened the cupboards and searched the kitchen, but not coming up with anything. 

"Damn..." I muttered and stood in the middle of the kitchen, deciding whether or not to make something or to send one of them out to get me some pretzels or something of that sort. No, if I send one of them out, that's less protection for me and the possibility of them getting hurt. I wasn't going to let that happen. 

"I've thinking that we should start calling you Scar..." 

I turned and saw Isaac leaning against the doorframe and smiling at me. Instinctively, I pulled down the sleeves of my shirt and tucked one leg behind the other, trying to hide the scars. Though I know it didn't do much could. The scars till stood out against my skin. 

"I didn't mean..." He let his sentence die off and he looked at the ground. 

"It's alright, Isaac. I know I'll never get over this..." 

"So, you're cool with the nickname?" He asked, raised his head and trained his baby-blue's on me. I had to admit, they were mesmerizing. 

"Sure, better to embrace the fact that I've got a target on my back then to be terrified of it forever..." I said, and looked down at my bare feet.

"That's good I guess, so I-" 

"What are you two doing in here?" We both turned to see Aidan standing in the doorway, and when I realized that Aidan was standing against the doorframe was when I realized that Isaac wasn't any longer and he'd moved several steps closer, leaving only a couple of feet between us. 

"Just talking about a nickname. Scar. It would be for me." I told him. 

"You're okay with that?" He asked. 

"Like I told Isaac, its better to embrace the fact that I've got a target on my back than to be terrified of it forever." I let out a breath and pushed between the two of them, and walked back into the living room. I couldn't stand there any longer. I needed something to change into and there was one way to do it, I had to ask Lydia. 

So I did, I went back in and pulled her out into the hall, and told her my dilemma. She knew a way for me to get what I wanted but there was a bit of a problem. If I wanted what I wanted so badly, this was what I had to do, and though this isn't the only thing I needed, it was the biggest of the list. So she told me how to do it. 

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