15 Days Babysitting For My Star Quarterback Bully

nto the house when the d

o the living room, where a colossal number of toy

ofas circle a white table crowned with an emerald vase of lilies, all facing a cinema-sized TV. Lining the wall are rare

er beaming at me. "Hi," I say, immediately smiling back despite

. He's not weird, just shy." She raises her chin as if daring me to disagree with her, a

ng their eyes even though Lucas quick

. "Your name i

s my chest. Even though it's coming from a si

ot like being the center of attention because he looks like he's about to burst fro

te, but my legs move of their own accord, and soon enough, I'm stan

and sneers. "Do I need to remind

s jus

m, not mine. Got that?" He doesn't wait for a response before firing on. "Under no circumstances should

nd he still manages to seek me out, his last sentence

as he waits for an answer that doesn't come. "Are

le beneath my breath. "I wasn't sure you w

did yo

ile I can muster. "I sai

oo

eading. Sighing, Tyler crouches down in front of his brother and whispers something in his

e gently slides a lock of her hai

twin

ering for a second too long. "Don't get too comfortable," he w

le. "Do you als

bends over a puzzle board without answering. His sh

uess

towards the stack of papers on the chairs. "This is a unicorn."

ooking up, the sound too

ils in class when mine broke, and H

intly upstairs. Swallowing, I meet Sophie's eyes. "May

rugs, "I

m goes off and I get ready to leave. "Would you like me to

head firmly. "Tyle

to reconcile this Tyler

or fifteen days?" Sophie asks as I

cour

her face. "Tyler doesn't let people s

the sound of footsteps clamber

ery word Sophie said. I don't bother saying goodbye to him. But

ur tomorrow. D

ded it, because his tone l