15 Days Babysitting For My Star Quarterback Bully
Imma Noirthe weird senior in the seat next to methe gals in my class treat me like airi'd apologize for bleeding on your shirti made a bloody mess in the kitchen sink
Lucas is busy taking toy trains apart since he finished his work a while ago.
“Seven times eight is fifty-six,” Kiara, the new babysitter, says patiently.
Sophie scrunches her nose and raises her chin. “That’s what I said,” she protests.
“No, you said fifty-four,” the other corrects, causing another round of back and forth between them.
Smirking, I turn back and around and glance down at my phone. “They hate the new babysitter,” I type with one hand.
My phone pings almost immediately, the sound putting a wider smile on my face.
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