Nanny To My highschool Nemesis 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

Brooklyn's pov"Teacher f***er."I heard it the second I walked through the doors of Westfield Academy. Nobody said it to my face. They never did. Just loud enough for me to catch it, quiet enough for them to deny it.I kept walking.Two weeks. That's how long this rumour had been following me around like a bad smell. Two weeks since someone decided that the only reason Brooklyn Lawson could possibly make valedictorian was if she got on her knees for Mr. Collins. Nobody stopped to think that maybe — just maybe — I studied while the rest of them were at parties. Nobody cared about that part.I pushed into homeroom and dropped into my seat.That's when I saw it.A folded piece of paper sat on my desk. I already knew who it was from before I even opened it. I unfolded it slowly. It was a drawing — a girl with messy hair, a torn shoe, and the word SLUT written underneath in big capital letters.I tore it in half. Then in half again."Like my art project?"Emerson Weston leaned against the

Brooklyn's pov "I'm really sorry, Mr. Weston. I can't work for you."The words came out before I could stop them. Patrick turned from the hallway and looked at me slowly, the way someone does when they're deciding how serious you are."Brooklyn." His voice was calm. "You are contracted through the nannying agency. They place you where they see fit. You don't get to choose.""Sir, I understand that, but — ""If you walk out of this house right now, I will make one phone call." He straightened his cufflinks without breaking eye contact. "And you will never be placed with another family again."My mouth closed.Across the room, Emerson dropped his backpack on the floor and stepped forward. "Dad. I know I was late picking Daisy up a couple of times, but we don't need a nanny. I can handle things.""Emerson." Patrick's tone shifted in a way that made even me go still. "Don't.""We're fine — ""You have a bad attitude. You're sleeping through your morning classes. Your grades are slipping

Brooklyn's pov "Here is the deal." Emerson leaned against the hallway wall, arms crossed, voice low enough that Daisy couldn't hear from the dining room. He looked completely relaxed, like he negotiated truces every morning before breakfast. "I stay out of your way," he said, "so you're free to do whatever nanny things you do with Daisy." He moved as he spoke, slowly, stepping closer until he was right in front of me. His hand dropped from his side and slid — deliberately, unhurried — from my shoulder down to my palm. "I won't cause you any problems at home." I looked down at his hand. Then up at him. "And in return," he continued, "you stay out of my business. And you tell my dad I've been a good boy." Before I could answer, his fingers dipped into my hoodie pocket and he pulled me forward by it, closing the last bit of space between us. I refused to let my face react. "Why would I agree to that?" I said. "Because if you don't, I'll walk into my dad's office tonight and tel