Babysitter | Calum Hood
"If you really think I'm revolting or a complete asshole, then why don't you quit? Huh? C'mon tell me, Princess," Calum questioned, towering over me with a smirk that was constantly toying at his lips.
I knew I would regret my answer later. But in that moment, with Calum's specific scent of mint and an undertone of cigarettes filling my nose, I spoke whatever I wanted. Maybe it was the smell that clouded my thoughts and keeping me from using a filter with my thoughts.
"I can't quit because you make me feel some sort of way. I don't know what this stupid feeling is. All I know for certain is that I'm not going anywhere until I figure out what the hell this emotion is."