All Chapters of Nanny To My highschool Nemesis : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Brooklyn's POVThree days passed.Emerson walked past me in the corridor on Monday without looking up. I was coming out of the language block with Sawyer and he went past us both like we were part of the wall — not aggressive, not pointed, just absent. Like the last several weeks had not happened and I was simply another student he had no reason to register.I told myself it was fine.Tuesday he came down for breakfast while I was still in the kitchen and took his toast and his coffee and went back upstairs without a word. Not hostility. Just nothing. The specific nothing of someone who has made a decision and is executing it.I told myself it was better this way.Wednesday Riley was at the house after school. She sat in the living room with her Westfield blazer still on and her homework spread across the coffee table and Emerson sat on the other end of the sofa looking at his phone, and I moved through the room to check on Daisy and neither of them looked at me and I did not look at

Brooklyn's POVDaisy was asleep by eight thirty.I tucked her in, turned the lamp down, picked up the sketchbook she had fallen asleep holding and set it on the nightstand. I stood in the doorway for a moment listening to her breathe.Then I found the note.It was on the hallway floor outside Daisy's door. Small, folded once. My name on the outside in handwriting I recognised immediately.I picked it up.*Come to my room when she's down.*That was all.I stood in the hallway with the note in my hand and looked at his door at the end of the corridor. The light was on underneath it. I could see the thin gold line of it from where I was standing.I told myself no.I refolded the note.I told myself no again, more firmly, with reasons attached — Riley and the photographs and the promise she had extracted and the job and my mother's rent and every conversation I had ever had with myself about why this was the category of thing I did not do.I stood there for approximately two minutes.Then

Brooklyn's POVThe silence from Emerson's side of the wardrobe lasted exactly long enough to be dangerous.Then — "She dropped off a charger."I heard it from my position pressed against the wall. His voice was completely even. Almost convincing."A charger," Daisy repeated."For her phone." A pause. "She needed it back."Another pause. I could picture Daisy looking at him with those careful eyes doing their usual calculation."Oh," she said finally.I let out a breath so slowly it made no sound.Then Daisy started talking.About her day — the drawing she had finished before bed, the puzzle she wanted to start tomorrow, something about a bird she had seen from her window that afternoon. Her voice was light and unbothered and she was clearly in absolutely no hurry to return to her room.I heard the creak of his bed.She had climbed onto it.I pressed my shoulders harder against the wall and looked at the ceiling and thought about the fact that I was hiding behind a wardrobe in Emerson

Brooklyn's POVThe silence lasted three full seconds.Three seconds of Riley holding up a picture book and looking between us with eyes that were doing a great deal of quiet work and Emerson standing in the doorway with no answer ready and me standing next to the bookshelf wishing I had grabbed literally anything else.Then Daisy came bounding back in.She pushed past Emerson in the doorway with the easy confidence of someone who lived here and therefore did not require permission to enter any room in the house. She looked at all three of us standing in the specific arrangement of people who had been in the middle of something, and then she looked around the room like she was assessing what was missing."Why is everyone just standing here?" she said. "Can we play something?"The atmosphere shifted immediately.Not dissolved — Riley was still holding the book and her eyes were still doing their careful work — but Daisy's presence changed the temperature of everything by several degrees

Brooklyn's POVHis hand closed around my wrist before I reached the door."You can't just leave.""Emerson — ""Not like this." He turned me back, not roughly, just — turning me. His eyes were doing the thing they did when he had run out of the managed version of himself. "Not right now.""Your father is coming home in two days to announce a wedding date." I kept my voice low and steady. "Those were the words I heard through that door. Wedding date." I held his gaze. "Tell me what version of me staying here ends well. Tell me one version and I'll listen."He said nothing."There isn't one," I said. "You know there isn't.""Brooklyn — ""Riley is in the next room." I pulled my wrist free gently. "She came back early because something felt wrong and something was wrong and she was right to feel it." I picked the bag back up. "I can't be here when Patrick arrives. I can't sit at a dinner table and watch an engagement get made official and pretend I don't — " I stopped.He was looking at