The Babysitter

Do I Like Him?

Does that mean he would if he had to?

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, ever so slightly taken-back and confused. Not offended just confused? 

"It means that she's your mom and she should know if it's serious." He shrugged before letting go of my wrist and taking a step back. 

"Okay um- I'm heading out," I spoke awkwardly before turning to leave but he grabbed my wrist, again. 

"Be careful," he spoke genuinely. 

"Is someone worried?" I pinched his cheek playfully. 

His lips broke out into a smile before he gently pushed my hand away. "Just be careful. Text me when you get home." He looked me dead in the eyes. 

"Okay," I spoke after a moment of silence. 

He nodded before beginning to walk to the door. "I'll walk you out." He held the door open for me. I gave him a grateful smile before walking through it. We walked slowly and in silence to my bike as if we were taking a stroll in the park. Once we reached my bike, I placed all my stuff in the basket. "You sure you can't stay?" he repeated while I pushed the stand of my bike up, grabbing the handles. 

I flipped the direction the bike was facing before turning to him. "You know I can't," I told him softly. 

He nodded with a little disappointment seeping through his eyes. 

I nudged his shoulder, "See you tomorrow?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to come tomorrow since I hadn't been told to. 

"Yeah. You'll see me tomorrow." He nodded curtly. 

I got on my bike before waving him goodbye and beginning the ride home. I didn't plug my earphones in, I was lost in my thoughts. 

He'd been nice to me, letting me take the bed, not completely though, making me breakfast, playing Mario kart with me, even though that was mostly my idea, but none of that could mean anything. 

It's only been a few days and soon enough, a week since we've known each other. He's still a player, nice to me or not. Kylie still exists and will be back after summer and Julie is just- there's just something about her which makes me dislike her very strongly but I can't quite put my finger on it. 

Let's just be honest here since being truthful to yourself is crucial. Xavier Parker is one hell of a guy. He's attractive, he's sweet, caring if I must say, he's funny, respectful, he can cook and his hair is nice. 

Do I like him? 

No. 

Do I like his looks? 

Yes. 

Liking someone solely off of their appearance is no good. It's good but only for so long. I know the guy pretty well keeping in mind this is the first time we're talking after the party I came here for but to be fair, I don't remember that thanks to my drunken state. 

So really, we haven't had conversations like this since eighth grade! I'm starting to realize why I liked the kid. Now don't get excited it was never a crush. I just liked him as a person, he was nice to me. 

Even though I had seen him being a dick to most of the other kids and teachers, I liked him because he never did anything wrong to me. My thoughts were interrupted by a voice, startling me. 

"Aubrey!" someone screamed from behind me. 

I turned my head around to look, and lost my balance, falling right off my bike and onto my ass. I winced as I dusted my scratched and bruised knees and elbows when I noticed a cut on my elbow, that's great. I looked up to see Peter walking over to me. 

Crap! Crap! Crap! 

I quickly stood up and lifted my bike, swiftly getting on it. 

"Wait! I just wanna talk!" 

There's no way I can get out of this, he'll know I'm ignoring him.

"What do you want?" I asked, getting straight to the point. 

This ladies and gentlemen, is the one person who hurt me, the one person who I'll always hate, Peter Miller, my ex-boyfriend. "To talk," he spoke lowly. 

"Ten seconds. You have ten seconds," I told him, finally turning to him, locking eyes. 

"I need to know why you've been going to Parker's house," he demanded. 

My eyes narrowed while my brows furrowed. "Why do you know that I've been going there?" I squinted at him. 

"Kylie told me," he admitted. Of course, she's involved. She's always involved. 

I took a deep breath, containing my anger. "It's none of your or her business what I do there and why I go. I know she didn't see me, she saw my bike, the bike that you helped me paint. Of course, she knows it," I scoffed. "Listen, Peter, I work for his mother. I help her in the house. While she works, I look after the house. Got it?" I asked him, rolling my eyes to the back of my head. 

"Parker never seems to be out as usual. Is something going on between you two?" he interrogated. 

"No! He doesn't have any plans for the summer. If you would have asked your girlfriend who's obsessed with him, you'd know he's on house arrest. And I will be too for your murder. Leave me alone Peter, find someone else's life to pry in on." I rode away while rolling my eyes.

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I'm backkkkk. I have tests going on at school so someone please dig me my grave. <333