Bad Boy's Babysitter
"So you'll be staying at the house all summer then?" he asked, his red lips smirking slightly in a mischievous way.
"Only to monitor you." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized just how weird that sounded.
"You do know we're the same age? I don't need a babysitter," he stated, a lazy, condescending smile pulling at the corner of his lips.
"Your parents don't want you getting into trouble, which, as we both know, seems to follow your every move," I replied, narrowing my eyes at him.
He leaned in, his breath fanning my face. "Baby doll, it doesn't just follow, I am trouble." He leaned in closer, pushing me against the wall. "And with you around, I have a feeling this summer is going to be very exciting."