Babysitting The Bad Boy

Chapter 18 - Marnie cravings

Isn't she a creative little fuck.

"So what do I do? How do I get rid of the... Carrot?"

"You can't get rid of it. Tell them how you feel. Who is it?"

"Can't tell you that."

"Is it Marnie?"

"No," I say way too quickly.

She smiles, "I'm so proud of you, bro bro. She's not a slut! This is great."

I scowl at her, "Fuck you. Tell me how to fucking get it away."

"You can't. A carrot is a carrot. There's a reason they're called carrots you know. They carrot you."

What?

She rolls her eyes at my confused expression, "Look, just tell her how you feel."

"Mag, she has a fucking boyfriend."

Fucking Mason conway. That fucking pussy.

"So? They're not gonna last. Mason eyes up every girl he sees. He might as well be holding a sign that says I'm staring at your ass."

"What's wrong with that?"

She shakes her head in disbelief, "You wouldn't last a second in a relationship."

Why is she randomly saying this?

"You're no help," I stand up and head to the door.

"All I did was tell you the truth. You can't make it go away."

"I can try."

"Zeke, where are you going?" My mom calls as i'm about to leave.

"Um, a study group."

"Ha-ha," she says with a straight face. "If you come home drunk again you're grounded and Marnie will be back here to look after you everyday."

Good.

"Okay," I take another step toward the door.

"I'm serious, Zeke. I've had enough of this."

"Okay," I leave the house before she can say anything else.

+++

"I like her," I tell Isaac and Cole as soon as I walk into Isaac's garage. His parents let him decorate it so we can hang out here, so that we don't make noise or smoke in their house. There is a couch in the centre and one single seat one, an old coffee table and the TV from Isaac's bedroom.

"We know," Isaac says.

"I know it's hard to believe-" I stop my pacing and look at them, "Wait what?"

"We know, dude. It took you long enough to notice," Cole says.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I sit down on the single seat.

"Because you'd kick our ass," Isaac laughs.

"Man, what the fuck am I gonna do?"

"You'll get over it," Cole says and passes me a beer.

This is why guys are better than girls.

I open the beer and take a drink, feeling the familiar burn as the liquid runs down my throat. Ah.

"Are you over Zoey yet?" I ask, hoping he is so that what i'm feelings for Marnie will go away soon.