All Chapters of 15 Days Babysitting For My Star Quarterback Bully: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

There’s an extra skip in my steps as I make my way to the teacher’s office. Mrs. Danvers had asked me to see her after school hours, and it’s all I could think of throughout the day. Six thousand dollars for two weeks… That’s more than I can save in months of back-to-back babysitting. Students trudge along the hallway, their voices echoing past as they make their way home. But I’m too lost in my own world to notice when they suddenly go silent. Humming to myself, I forge ahead. However, my steps slow when I notice a prickling feeling on my skin, like I’m being watched. I raise my head, and just like that, every warm feeling inside me is squeezed out and replaced by cold dread. Tyler Brooks stands just ahead of me, flanked by his best friend, Alex Thornton, and the rest of the football team. He looks every bit Westfield High’s star quarterback with his wide chest puffed out and his icy blue eyes glinting with dominance as he stares right at me. Oh, God. Not again. A slow build

I’ve barely slid fully into the house when the door slams shut behind me.Tyler grumbles incoherently as he walks past me to the living room, where a colossal number of toys and books are scattered on the table and chairs.A soft gasp escapes my lips as I take in the room, far bigger than all the bedrooms in my house combined. Plush, beige sofas circle a white table crowned with an emerald vase of lilies, all facing a cinema-sized TV. Lining the wall are rare artworks and family pictures - Tyler isn’t smiling in any of them - and a pearly white grand piano gleams in the corner.I feel a small tug on my dress and look down to see Tyler’s sister beaming at me. “Hi,” I say, immediately smiling back despite feeling the heat of Tyler’s glare from across the room on my skin.“I’m Sophie,” she says, then turns to the boy partially hiding behind her. “That’s Lucas. He’s not weird, just shy.” She raises her chin as if daring me to disagree with her, and I immediately like her. “Lucas and I are

I can’t stop stealing glances at Tyler, mostly because he’s determined to be a distraction.Unlike yesterday when he made himself scarce, he’s chosen to sit with us at the dining table and throw in unnecessary remarks while I help his siblings with their assignments. It doesn’t help that he keeps bouncing his knee against the table, making a thud sound that grates on my nerves.Sighing inwardly, I smile at Lucas, who is gripping his pencil like it might bolt from his fingers any second. “It’s okay. We will do it together,” I assure him, sliding his worksheet closer. “Here, if I have eight apples, and you have eight apples, and Sophie has eight apples, how many apples do all three of us have combined?”Thud.I close my eyes and exhale slowly before opening them again. “That’s eight in three places, Lucas. So, eight times three is?”He shrugs, his mouth clamped shut as he smears his eraser all over the numbers. Beside him, Sophie sighs hopelessly and returns to her own worksheet.Thud.“

Sophie plants her hands on her hips as she stares both Tyler and I down. She’s trying her best to look intimidating, so I think twice about mentioning how adorable she is.“You both have to help,” she says, then drags a shoe box overflowing with glitter, colored pencils and different types of glue across the dining table. “It’s a family art project.”Tyler watches with boredom from where he stands, leaning against the table. “It’s your project,” he drawls.“But I’m your family,” Sophie pouts, her eyes glistening, and I hide my smile.“You are. She isn’t,” Tyler says, flicking his chin in my direction.Sophie waves him off. “Lila is here all the time. She’s practically family.”Lucas, quiet as ever, nods in agreement as he slides into the seat beside me and starts lining up the colored pencils in neat rows.Tyler exhales tiredly through his nose, realizing Sophie is too stubborn to let this go. Sounds like someone else I know, really. He shifts slightly, like he’s been doing all evening

As soon as I push open the door, the smell of onions and garlic wafts through my nose.I smile at the sight of my mother standing at the stove with a wooden spoon in hand as steam curls around her like a halo. Dad is seated at the small dining table, peering down at the stack of papers before him through his glasses.Without looking closely, I already know those are bills.“You’re home early,” Mom says, glancing over her shoulder with a smile. “Just in time for dinner.”“I only came to change,” I tell her, already slipping off my shoes. “I have to be at the Brooks’ in twenty, and I spilled juice all over my shirt.”Technically, Cassidy cornered me in the girl’s bathroom and dumped her drink all over me because she claimed I looked at her wrong. But my parents don’t need to know that. As far as they’re concerned, my school life is impeccable.Dad looks up, adjusting his glasses. “I hope that family is treating you right. We’ve barely seen you at home since you took that job.”I don’t ev