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Chapter Twenty
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2026-03-26 13:23:50
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15 Days Babysitting For My Star Quarterback Bully Chapter Eighty-Six
The first thing I notice when I walk into Tyler’s bedroom after school is that he cleaned it.Don’t get me wrong, he’s usually clean… for a teenage boy. But this is next level.His floor is visible, practically sparkling, his desk is organized, and even the stupid pile of hoodies that usually lives in the corner of his room is gone.I narrow my eyes suspiciously as I set my bag down beside the easel that he bought me – which I’ve paid for by the way. I sent him the money last night, even though I still have a feeling he didn’t tell me the exact cost for everything.Still, knowing I paid for them makes the prospect of using them less burdensome.“Who are you,” I ask slowly, “and what have you done with Tyler Brooks?”Tyler, who is sitting at his desk with a laptop open in front of him, looks up with a grin. “You noticed.”“I think I can see my face in your floor.” I glance around again in disbelief before laughing softly under my breath. “Did your mom
15 Days Babysitting For My Star Quarterback Bully Chapter Eighty-Five
I barely get to talk to Tyler all day.Dad decided to drop me off at school for some “bonding.” Though I barely hear a word he said because I’m still mad.Then, Tyler and I hardly have a class together. And when we do, one of us is usually asked to stay behind by the teacher. By the time the last bell rings, I’m so apprehensive that my palms have gotten super sweaty.I spot him leaning against his car in the parking lot, spinning his keys around one finger. My heart pounds softly as I wonder what kind of mood he’s in, with the news of next week’s scrimmage flying around.However, the closer I get to him, the more I see the grin on his face. And it is way too smug for someone who I thought would be in a bad mood.The second he sees me, his entire face comes alive. It still does something ridiculous to my chest every single time. “There she is,” he says as I approach. “My favorite stalker.”I snort. “You wish.”“You literally waited outside my last cla
15 Days Babysitting For My Star Quarterback Bully Chapter Eighty-Four
I’ve now resorted to going on morning runs in order to successfully avoid my parents.Cold air burns my lungs as my sneakers pound against the pavement. The sky is still painted in soft shades of blue and pink, and the sun has barely begun to rise over the quiet neighborhood.For once, nobody is awake to tell me what I should be doing with my life. No lectures about finals, questions about Harvard, or warnings about Tyler. It’s just me, the sound of my breathing, and the ache in my legs.I turn a corner ahead harder than necessary, trying to outrun the frustration simmering beneath my skin.It’s been three days since the disaster in the garage, and the air in my house still feels tense enough to choke on. Mom barely talks to me unless it’s about studying, and every time Tyler’s name comes up, her mouth tightens like she swallowed something sour.A distraction, that’s all she sees him as now.She doesn’t know, or even want to, the boy who bought me art su
15 Days Babysitting For My Star Quarterback Bully Chapter Eighty-Three
Tyler’s POVLila doesn’t even notice that I’m not driving her home. That’s how I know how completely checked out she is.I glance at my side, watching her stare out the passenger window quietly. Her cheek rests against her hand while the late February sunlight flashes across her face in streaks of gold and shadow.Sighing, I turn back to the road. Then, I make the turn toward my neighborhood instead.Only then does she finally blink and look over at me. “Where are we going?”“Trust me,” I say.That gets a tiny reaction out of her at least. She lifts one brow slightly. “That usually ends badly for people.”I snort softly. “For other people maybe.”She shakes her head faintly, but she doesn’t argue again.The closer we get to my house, the tighter my grip becomes on the steering wheel. Because honestly? I have no idea if this is a good idea.All weekend I kept thinking about her face in that garage. The way she looked standing in front of h
15 Days Babysitting For My Star Quarterback Bully Chapter Eighty-Two
By Monday morning, Tyler Brooks has apparently created a trend.Posters, flowers, and balloons line every hallway in Westfield High, and it looks like a rom-com exploded inside. One guy is literally holding a guitar in the middle of the courtyard while his friends record him serenading some poor girl who looks seconds away from fainting from embarrassment.“PROM?” is painted across half the school parking lot in giant chalk letters. Someone has taped candy bars to a locker with the words, “It would be SWEET if you went to prom with me.” And another person somehow got permission to use the morning announcements to ask their girlfriend.It’s chaos, absolute chaos.And it’s all because my boyfriend decided to do a promposal in February when prom isn’t until May.“Your boyfriend started a disease,” Maya mutters as we walk through the hallway.Normally, I’d laugh. But it’s a bit hard to summon the ability to feel any kind of joy when all I see is my destroyed painting every time that I clo
15 Days Babysitting For My Star Quarterback Bully Chapter Eighty-One
The sharp smell of paint still clings to me no matter how hard I try to erase it.My shoulders curve inwardly as I sit on the edge of the couch, while Mom paces the living room like she’s the one who’s been violated.The police already came and left after taking a report that sounded painfully empty even as it was spoken aloud. As soon as they listed out the obvious – no witnesses, cameras, or signs of who did it – I knew there’d be no going forward with the investigations. They’d probably just chalk it up to some kids playing a prank and close the case.But I’d be the one left with the destruction and loss.I can still see the remains of my painting every time I blink. The shredded canvas. The ruined colors smeared together like someone deliberately wanted to erase every hour I spent working on it. And the one dream I’ve carefully protected most of my life, gone with it.“Are you even listening to me, Lila?” Mom throws her hands into the air when I don’t respond. “I knew this was get
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