Alle Kapitel von Nanny To My highschool Nemesis : Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

Brooklyn's POV"You need to stop being held together by luck," Sawyer said.Not harshly. Just plainly, the way she said everything that mattered."I know that.""Because luck ran out last night when Patrick's car came through that gate." She paused. "And it's going to keep running out if you don't change something structurally about this situation."I turned onto my side on the bed and pulled my knees up and stared at the wall. "I know.""So here's what I think." Her voice shifted into the practical register she used when she had been sitting with a problem long enough to have thoughts about it. "You keep your distance from Emerson. Complete distance. Not the half-distance you've been doing where you're technically separate but one note on the floor can undo everything." She paused. "Real distance. At home and at school. For at least the next week while the dust from last night settles.""Riley is already watching everything.""Which is exactly why this has to be clean." She was firm

Brooklyn's POVI read the message over Daisy's shoulder before I could stop myself.*Keep your mouth shut and the price goes up. Tonight.*My stomach dropped straight to the floor.I caught myself. I took a slow breath, crouched down to Daisy's level, and put my hand gently over the screen."Daisy, we don't read other people's messages," I said softly. "Even when they look funny. Even when we're curious."She tilted her head. "But she sounds mean.""She does." I took the phone from her small hands. "That's why I'm going to give it straight back to your brother. Okay?"She thought about it. Then she nodded and ran back up the stairs, her plaits bouncing.I stood up and looked at the phone in my hand. Three new messages had come in while we were talking. I did not read them. I did not need to.---Emerson was in the upstairs hallway, coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck and his hair damp. He saw me and stopped. We had agreed to the distance, both of us, without ever s

Emerson's POVI took the last corner too fast.The tyres screamed, and I did not care. Ahead of me the street was lit by the porch lights of three different houses, and every one of them was awake.Jordan was at the gate.He was swaying, one hand gripping the iron bars, the other jabbing a finger at our guard. Mr. Okafor stood firm in the gap, arms spread, face calm, the way he looked when he had been trained for something worse than a drunk teenager and was choosing not to use it."Move," Jordan shouted. "I said move! I am not leaving until she comes out!""Young man, I am asking you politely to go home.""Politely!" Jordan laughed, loud and ugly. "Everybody is so polite in this house!"I parked crooked and jumped out. I stopped twenty feet away, in the dark between two streetlights, where he could not see me yet.Brooklyn was inside the gate.She stood on the driveway with her arms wrapped around herself, wearing an old hoodie, her hair falling out of its tie. Her face was white. Sh

Brooklyn's POV"Daisy, shoes on, please. We leave in five minutes."That was the sentence I said most that week. Short, practical, and aimed at anyone except Emerson.I had decided on a plan. No eye contact. No unnecessary words. No standing in the same doorway for longer than a doorway needed. I became very good at it. I learned the sound of his door, the creak of his third stair, the exact moment he would come down for breakfast. I was always already leaving the kitchen.He did not make it easy.On Monday, I opened the cupboard to find Daisy's strawberry biscuits sitting on the front shelf. We had run out on Friday. I had meant to buy more.I did not ask who bought them. I put them in her lunchbox.On Tuesday, I came downstairs at six to start the laundry and the washing machine was already running. The basket was empty. A folded stack of Daisy's uniforms sat on the counter.I stood there for a moment, my hand on the cold edge of the worktop.I carried them upstairs without a word.

Brooklyn's POV"Tonight," I repeated."Tonight."I stared at him. The corridor was quiet. Somewhere behind us a locker slammed, and the sound made me jump."Jordan, that is not forgiveness." My voice came out low. "That is a deal. You are telling me I can have you back if I give up the only thing keeping my family afloat.""I'm asking you to choose a better life.""It is not that simple.""Why not?""Because my mother's rent depends on that money." I counted it out on my fingers, because saying it plainly was the only way to stay calm. "Her medicine. The bills that are still sitting on her kitchen table. I can't walk out of a job in one night with nothing behind me.""I will help."I blinked. "What?""I'll cover what you lose." He pushed off the wall and stepped closer, his face open and earnest. "Whatever the rent is. I'll talk to my parents, or I'll find a way. You won't have to worry about it."For one second, I wanted to believe him.Then I looked at his eyes. They were kind, but