The Babysitter

Chapter 2: (Aubrey's POV)- You did what?!

"You're a feisty one aren't you?" he stepped away and went into his kitchen, opening the fridge while looking for something to eat.

"Not usually, no," I mumbled under my breath but he heard me.

"Why? You have fire in you," he stated.

Yeah, he heard me. I walked into the kitchen and sat down on a barstool. "You don't know me." I shook my head as he pulled out hot Cheetos from his pantry.

"Aubrey Carthy, sixteen years old, you were on the dance team until two years ago, English is your favorite subject, ace it every time, you get good grades but flunk math, you ride a bicycle around even though you have a car because you find it fun, you came here three months ago and got drunk for the first time at my party, you're welcome by the way, your dad works in England, your mom's a nurse with mine. Your favorite movie? Titanic. Your favorite book? Me before you," he talked nonchalantly while finding a bowl and emptying the packet in. "Anything else I should know?" he questioned while sliding the bowl across the counter, over to me. "First boyfriend? Ninth grade. First kiss? Eighth grade. You're welcome for that too." He winked at me.

That's right, Xavier Parker was my first kiss. In a dumb and stupid game of spin the fucking bottle. It's the biggest regret of my life.

I laughed humorlessly. I was stunned, impressed, a little creeped out but I expected it from him.

He's in every single one of my classes, he's awfully quiet but knows everything going on around him, eavesdrops in every conversation, and goes by unnoticed often even though girls have an eye for him.

Something probably just happens to the girls when they're talking shit about people, to me too. How didn't I notice when he listened?

"My turn?" I questioned. "Xavier Parker, sixteen years old, you were kicked off the football team because you dyed the coach's hair pink, you get in trouble with every teacher you have and flunk tests but English just happens to be your cup of tea, you ride a motorcycle, you're as cliche as they come, your dad's a consultant so he travels, you mom had to hire you a babysitter, you're on house arrest and I may not know why but I bet it's good. Best friend? Ace Anderson. Enemy? Peter Miller. Should I continue?" I asked with wit. "Crazy ex? Kylie Lopez. Favorite movie? Iron man. Favorite book? Not quite sure if you've ever read one." I slid the bowl back over to him, smirking.

"Touche," he laughed while nodding slowly. "Do I have a stalker?" He arched an eyebrow while walking over to me.

"I don't know, I think I had one first." I stood up looking him dead in the eyes.

"I snatched an officer's gun. That's why I'm on house arrest," he spoke in all seriousness.

"You did what?!" I questioned shocked.

away somehow after breaking into the school."

to his ankle

here

won't

smirked while taking steps closer to me

stay?" I challenged. God, what

think I

act cute with me."

as he got me trapped between him and the wall by the front door. "Or you just find me cute." He

say, no sarcasm flowing in my words. He had me speechless. The

greeted

officer whose gun I stole," he introduced me casually.

that. "Babysitter. I'm his babysitter." I reached my hand out for officer Clarke to shake.

me an amused smile before shaking

Xavier's jaw clench from the corner of my eyes and couldn't help but let out

check on the monitor," Officer Clarke spoke, letting

leg while officer Clarke crouched down and

on it before clasping it right back on. "What

till the

"Appreciate it." Xavier nodded.

Do something else instead of taking an officer's gun as

turning to me. "Do you plan on staying till my

It's my job as your

speaking. "I thought you wouldn't stay," he stepped

I didn't back up this time, I stood my