The Sitter's Sister

Chapter 24

On Friday night, Jesy opted not to go to that wild back to school party.

She sat on her couch and scrolled through the Instagram stories of who she was following.

There were pictures of people eating fancy foods, drinking, videos of dancing and makeouts. She saw a video of Liza giving a girl a lap dance while everybody cheered and screamed. This made her shake her head.

Since her mother had been so worried about her interacting with that creep, Jesy had cut Liza off at school the day after her mom had confronted her. She had walked up to her during lunch and had told her to not speak to her again before blocking her on Whatsapp. She can still contact me on everything else but I don't want to block her on my other socials. How else would she be entertained?

"These guys suck." Sairah was wearing a headset as she punched the buttons on her controller.

Joe wore one too and he was as focused as she was. "They're not that bad. I once played with people who couldn't even do a simple attack." His mic was off but Sairah's was on. He turned to her and smiled. "I bet they can hear you."

"So?" Sairah was chewing gum.

"You wanna say that again?" One guy said.

Joe giggled. These guys did not know who they were dealing with.

"Yeah you suck moron. You play like you've got toes for fingers." Sairah cursed at him. She heard other people throwing comments at her and laughing.

"You've got a sexy voice." One guy said.

Joe blushed. "Don't make things weird." He turned his mic back on to say this.

"Didn't you say you're physically with her J man?" One guy asked.

"Yeah . . ." Joe's cheeks were getting redder.

"Is she sexy?" Another asked.

Sairah scoffed. "Don't you people know that he's eight? Aren't some of you the same age as him?" She could hear at least three boys who sounded Joe's age. The others were definitely teenagers.

She heard them giggling and rolled her eyes.

"Yes . . ." Joe whispered.

Sairah looked at him as she heard the boys laugh and hoot. "Wow . . ."

Joe shrugged. "It's true."

Sairah pinched him.

Jesy watched them in boredom. What was she without all of her drama and toxicity? She was having an identity crisis and no one cared.

Joe was snickering at some things that he and Sairah's team mates were saying. "I'm not going to describe her. Ask her to describe herself." He felt shy but excited.

"I'm not going to describe what I look like. Focus on the God damned game. We're losing." Sairah sucked on her teeth.

Jesy was becoming a bit envious of them. Just carelessly playing games on the floor, having fun. How did Sairah even find out that she liked this sort of thing? What do . . . I like? Who was she?

"You're pressing me too much." Joe said with a face of red. "She's um . . . Sairah can I describe you?" He asked with big innocent eyes.

Sairah looked at him while chewing her gum. "Whatever." She watched the screen once more.

Joe giggled. He felt like a champion. Everyone was jealous of him. Sairah's my big sister. I don't see her as anything else. But ever since she started playing online with him and some friends from school, he had gotten a lot more popular.