All Chapters of 15 Days Babysitting For My Star Quarterback Bully: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Tyler’s POVI know something is wrong the second Lila calls me.She doesn’t even say hello before she wheezes out the words, Tyler, Mom, and Hospital. And I’m already grabbing my keys before she finishes explaining.From what I gathered, her mom collapsed and was rushed to the hospital. They think she’s okay, but Lila sounded terrified. So, I don’t hesitate to rush out of the house in the middle of helping with my mom’s latest hobby... gardening.By the time I get to the hospital, I spot Lila immediately in the waiting area.She’s sitting between her parents, twisting her fingers together so tightly that her knuckles have turned white. The knot in my chest loosens at the sight of her, because physically, she’s at least okay. And out of everyone she could’ve called, Maya, Noah, she called me.The second she sees me, she stands. I barely get two steps inside before she’s throwing herself into my arms.I catch her automatically, rubbing a hand down her

The school trip announcement is the highlight of every senior at Eastfield High’s week.“Two-day educational excursion,” Mrs. Teagues had announced yesterday, standing at the front of AP English with far too much enthusiasm for eight in the morning. “We’ll be visiting Monterey Bay and staying overnight. The focus will be marine conservation, environmental studies, and college preparation.”Half the class had been excited to have a break from the monotonousness of school, while the other half immediately started asking about room assignments.Maya and I had looked at each other and said the same thing at the exact same time. “Road trip.”Now, twenty-four hours later, we’re at the mall because Maya insists that we have to get our hair and nails done for the trip.“I don’t see why we have to do this when prom is still in a few weeks,” I mumble beside her as we take our seat in nail salon’s waiting room.Sighing dramatically, Maya turns to me. “Do you have a

I’ve been staring at my phone for an hour because it won’t stop lighting up.The notifications from Tyler’s constant calls and texts blur together until they feel like one huge background noise that I can’t switch off. I turn my phone face down on my bed, ignoring the vibration of the incoming call.I know I’m being unfair. Tyler didn’t do anything wrong; he played his game and talked to someone he used to know. That’s all it was, but my brain refuses to accept how simple that is.Every time I close my eyes, I see them talking again and laughing so easily. And I think they make far more sense than he and I do togetherI sit up abruptly and press my palms into my face. “Get a grip, Lila” I whisper to myself.My phone immediately lights up again after the vibration stops, but I still can’t bring myself to answer. Because if I answer, I’ll hear his voice and I’ll probably forget why I’m even upset in the first place. And then I’ll feel guilty for being upset at

The bus is already half full by the time I climb aboard.Students crowd the seats in noisy clusters, backpacks spilling into aisles and music leaking from someone’s speaker despite the teachers repeatedly telling them to turn it off.The atmosphere should feel exciting. It’s our senior trip, one of the last big things we’ll do together before graduation.Instead, all I can hear are whispers.“…can’t believe Texas picked Jake…”“…thought Tyler had it locked down…”“…did you see the post?”“…he played like shit; I’m not surprised…”I tighten my grip on my backpack strap, my gaze searching the bus.Eventually, I find Tyler near the middle. And somehow, despite everything, he’s smiling. The sight eases some of the tension in my chest.His face lights up when he sees me. “There she is, my favorite passenger.”I roll my eyes automatically. “And how many passengers have you met today?”“Only one that matters.”Heat creeps into my che

Tyler’s POVThe room Ms. Teagues forces me and Jake in is barely bigger than a closet.She points between the two of us. “You two are staying in here until you can communicate like adults and figure out your issues,” she says, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m serious. If I come back in an hour and you two are still trying to kill each other, I’ll make sure neither of you sees graduation.”I’m too exhausted to argue, my knuckles and jaw hurt, and judging by the split in Jake’s lip, he isn’t doing much better.The door shuts behind us with a loud click after Ms. Teagues leaves, and neither of us moves for a while.Jake drops into one of the chairs surrounding the small table in the center of the room while I remain standing by the window. Outside, I can see students moving between buildings as the rest of the trip continues without us. Meanwhile we’re trapped in a room like angry children.Somewhere out there, Lila was probably worried sick. And the t