"What did you get on number ten?"
"37..."
Samara sighs, slamming her paper down before looking up at Stella and I. We both shrug, continuing to munch on our lunch. Sadie steps up, exhaling while sitting down across from me once again.
"Mrs. Brady gave me a D for my Essay on the difference between Garlic knots and Garlic bread! Can you believe it?"
"No. Not at all."
I laugh, pushing Samara while shooting a sorry look towards the blonde.
"Sorry...she's a tough teacher..."
"What did she give you?"
I look at all three of the other faces, clearing my throat before looking down.
"An A-...."
"That's what I thought."
"Hey! Stacy..."
I huff, sitting back as I look at the guy once again pulling up a chair. He flips it so he's sitting on it backwards, smiling at me as I sit my French fry down.
"What do you want, Eric?"
"What are you doing this Friday?"
"Why?"
"Because the little weasel has not stopped talking about you since you came over the other night..."
"I'm not babysitting, Eric."
"What! Who said anything about babysitting? I didn't!" I give him a look, sticking a fry into my mouth. "Okay. Fine. I was gonna ask. You happy?"
"I will be when you leave."
I smile at him as I eat another fry. Samara and Stella share an amused smile, both watching our interaction while Sadie looks over her essay.
"Please? I'll owe you one...whatever it is, I'll do it. No questions asked!"
I look at Samara, who's once again sitting on my right. Stella takes a sip from her pineapple juice, raising an eyebrow at us as I sigh.
"What does it pay?"
"$10 an hour...that's it."
I sigh, looking down at my nails as he groans. I hide my smirk as he stomps his foot, running his hand through his hair.
"Fine. 15."
My head shoots up as I give my best 'lawyer look'.
"20."
"25! Final offer!"
I break out into a smile, holding out my hand for him to shake.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Matthews...you've got yourself a babysitter."
"Yes! Okay, my mom and dad are leaving at five and I'm picking Cindy up at six, so be there by then."
"Sure thing."
I nod, keeping my smile on my face as he stands up. He replaces the chair before winking at us and leaving. Stella and Samara watch him leave, both holding the same look as I hold back my laughter.
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Stacy Hunter -BMW
FanfictionStacy Clara Hunter is somewhat of a mystery... Not many people remember her, just her brother, parents, and Mr. Feeny himself. She was swooped away at the ripe age of 11, taken to the big world of modeling and acting by her lovely agent, Ms. Vivian...
