All Chapters of 15 Days Babysitting For My Star Quarterback Bully: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

110 Chapters

Chapter Ninety-One

The football field is almost empty by the time I finally gather the courage to go looking for Tyler.The bleachers that had been packed with students, parents, scouts, and coaches less than an hour ago now sit mostly deserted beneath the fading afternoon sun. A few players linger near the parking lot, laughing as though nothing important happened today.As though someone’s dream isn’t hanging on a balance.I clutch the strap of my bag tighter as I make my way toward the athletic building, the entire drive of the scrimmage replaying in my head.Tyler had started strong, but the minute Jake appeared on the field, everything seemed to unravel after that. I could tell even from a distance that whatever he said to Tyler got inside his head. And worst of all, the moment Tyler finally found his rhythm again, the Texas scouts were already gone.My chest aches all over again. I don’t know what kind of mood I’m about to find him in, maybe a mix of anger, devastation, and humiliation. The fact t

Chapter Ninety-Two

For weeks now, my parents have accused Tyler of being a distraction. Yet here he is, sitting across from me at my bedroom desk with three textbooks open, a notebook full of highlighted notes, and an expression of pure misery on his face. The irony is not lost on me. Although, when Tyler suggested coming over to my place to study after school, I didn’t think he meant actual studying. Now, I can’t seem to stop stealing glances at his lips, while the tingles all over my body grow by the second. I’ve caught him staring at me a few times too, and it’s obvious he wants the same thing my body is craving. But I also know he’s determined to be on his best behavior because we’re in my house and he wants to be respectful of my parents. Every time I look up and meet his eyes, they immediately dart back to his textbook. It’s completely obvious, and completely adorable. And honestly, the more he darts his tongue out to lick his lips in concentration, the less I care about respecting my pa

Chapter Ninety-Three

CHAPTER NINETY-THREEThe silence after my mother’s voice fills the room is so deafening that I can actually hear my own heartbeat.I immediately jump off Tyler’s lap, and he pulls his shirt back on so quickly that he’d give a speedster a run for their money.We look like guilty criminals caught in the act. Which, judging by my mother’s expression, is exactly what she thinks we are.Mom folds her arms, fury written all over her face, just as Dad appears behind her a second later, blinking in confusion.How didn’t we hear their car pull up in the driveway?“What happened?” Dad asks.No one speaks. Then again, the guilt on mine and Tyler’s faces probably answers for us.Mom gestures dramatically toward us. “They were… making out.” She spits out the words like it’s venom.Dad winces. “Oh.”“Oh?” Mom repeats. “That’s all you have to say?”Dad looks between us, and to his credit, he at least tries. “Well, they’re teenagers.”Mom glares at hi

Chapter Ninety-Four

If somebody told me a year ago that I’d willingly lie to my parents and drive three hours across California to an art exhibition, I would’ve laughed in their face.Yet, here I am.Well, technically Alex is driving since his car was the only one big enough to fit all five of us.“Why are your knuckles white?” He asks, staring at me from the rear view mirror.I glance away from the passing scenery outside the SUV, meeting his eyes. “What?”Alex points from the driver’s seat. “Your death grip on that seatbelt.”Maya twists around from the passenger seat. “Oh my God, he’s right.”“I’m just a bit nervous,” I mumble.“A bit? You look like you’re being transported to prison,” Noah says dryly.“I hate all of you.”That only makes everyone laugh.Beside me, Tyler reaches over and pries my fingers off the seatbelt. His hand settles over mine, warmth seeping from his skin into mine, and I immediately feel relaxed a little. “Better?” he asks.

Chapter Ninety-Five

Tyler’s POVI should be paying attention to the campus tour.Apparently, Northbridge has one of the best student-to-faculty ratios in the state, eighty-nine percent of graduates find employment within six months, and the art department collaborates with several major galleries in Los Angeles. And the only reason I know all of this is because the tour guide has repeated it approximately seventeen times.Unfortunately, I’m too busy watching my girlfriend to care.Lila is walking a few steps ahead of me, her eyes wide as she takes everything in.I’ve never seen her look at anything the way she looks at this campus. Not me, or her sketchbooks, or even that giant cinnamon roll she once made me drive twenty minutes for.Northbridge has her completely enchanted. And honestly? I get it.Every time she sees another studio space or gallery, she lights up a little more. It’s impossible not to love seeing it.“So, she’s definitely coming here if she gets in.”

Chapter Ninety-Six

The bell above the diner’s door jingles as we pile inside, bringing a gust of cool evening air with us.After the emotional rollercoaster of the exhibition, the red vinyl booths, checkered floors, and smell of burgers and fries feels oddly normal. Maybe that’s why I like it immediately.We slide into the biggest booth available, Maya and Alex on one side, Noah and I on the other, while Tyler squeezes in beside me. The second his shoulder brushes mine, my entire body seems to remember that I haven’t properly processed anything that’s happened in the last hour.I won first place, a full ride scholarship to my dream college. My stomach flips all over again.“You okay?” Tyler murmurs beside me.I glance at him and find him smiling, and it’s not the usual cocky or teasing smile he wears. This one is alight with pride, and it makes my chest ache with happiness.I nod, then immediately laugh, and almost start crying, all in one breath.Which makes Maya point dra

Chapter Ninety-Seven

The party is loud enough to make the floor vibrate.Music pounds through the walls of Alex’s house while colored lights flash across the crowded living room. Everywhere I look, people are laughing, dancing, shouting over one another, or squeezing onto furniture that was definitely not meant to hold these many teenagers.Somehow, Alex’s parents agreed to leave him unsupervised.“I’m telling you,” Maya says as she drops dramatically onto the couch beside me, “this is officially the most successful party Alex has ever thrown.”Alex points at himself from across the room. “Thanks babe,” he winks.“No,” Maya shouts back. “It just means your previous parties sucked.”The room erupts in laughter, and Alex clutches his chest in fake offense while Tyler nearly chokes on his drink.I find myself laughing too. To be fair, I’ve been laughing a lot in the past four days. I guess that’s what happens when the future you’ve wanted for so long finally comes true.Tyle

Chapter Ninety-Eight

The second the closet door flies open, I stumble forward on shaking legs.Air rushes into my lungs so fast it hurts. For a few terrifying seconds, I can only stand there bent over with my hands braced on my knees, trying to breathe through the panic clawing at my chest.“Lila.” Noah’s voice cuts through the ringing in my ears.I lift my head, and his expression changes instantly from anger to concern, and the realization that something is very, very wrong.“Hey,” he says carefully. “Look at me.”I try, but my vision is still blurry. I don’t even know how long I was in there and screaming for.“Breathe.”I suck in a breath, then another, and another. Gradually, the walls stop feeling like they’re closing in around me.Noah steps closer but doesn’t touch me. “Who did this?” he asks, in a dangerously quiet tone.I swallow hard. “Jamie and Cassidy.”His jaw tightens, pure fury flashing across his face. “Come on.”“Noah…”He shakes his head

Chapter Ninety-Nine

I wonder if Mom would stop talking if I rammed the grocery cart straight into the display of canned tomatoes we just passed.The urge to do it is certainly getting stronger by the minute.“...and another thing,” Mom continues, completely oblivious to my train of thoughts as she examines a carton of eggs, “I don’t understand why boys your age think they need to spend every waking moment attached to their girlfriends.”I stare at the ceiling, practicing a breathing technique to soothe my rising irritation. We’ve been here for forty minutes. Forty. Entire. Minutes. And somehow Tyler has been the topic of conversation for thirty-nine of them.“Mom, can we please…”“No, Lila. Listen to me.”I suppress a groan. Here we go again.She places the eggs carefully into the cart before turning toward me. “Your finals are coming up.”“I know that.” For the millionth time.“That means college decisions.”“I know.”“And yet all I ever hear about is T

Chapter Hundred

The front door barely closes behind us before Mom says, “Living room. Now.”My stomach sinks. The quiet ride home had been bad enough, this somehow feels worse.Dad looks up from the couch when we walk in. He immediately notices the expression on Mom’s face because his newspaper lowers slowly. “What’s wrong?”Mom laughs sharply. “Oh, nothing.”Dad immediately looks concerned. “Maria…”“Nothing except our daughter has apparently been keeping huge secrets from us.”I close my eyes. Here we go.Dad’s attention snaps to me. “Lila?”Mom drops her purse onto the coffee table. “Ask her.”The room falls silent, and I shift awkwardly beneath both their stares.“What secrets?” Dad asks carefully.Mom folds her arms. “Why don’t you tell him about the scholarship, Lila?”Dad blinks. “What scholarship?”I swallow. There’s no point hiding anymore, so, I sit down and tell them everything. I tell them about the competition and Mrs. Alvarez encoura

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