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Babysitting the Devil

Gracie's POV

"You told him my name?!" I all but yell into my iPhone.

I can hear Uri cringe. "I didn't tell him, per say, but it was admittedly brought up in a casual conversation."

"Casual conversation my ass," I grumble swatting Dimitri's (the guy I dubbed Devon) hands away from my cheek. Ever since he woke up on the bus to my house, he's been annoying me to no extant.

Apparently Uri's newest guy, Freed is friends with Dimitri and he told me that I couldn't bring Dimitri home drunk or his mom would kill him.

I think I yelled at him while dragging Dimitri on the bus and taking him to my house. Fortunately for me, my parents weren't home as usual and called to tell me they would be able to come home until tomorrow night. Everyone else was also supposedly doing their own stuff away from the house as well.

However, knowing my luck, I couldn't count my lucky blessings just yet.

"Gwacie!" Dimitri whines as soon as I slam my phone down on the table.

I sigh, massaging my temples trying to rid myself of my growing headache. "What is it now Dimitri?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"SpongeBob says that he can't take me to Narnia!" He complains, shoving a green dish sponge in my face. I can't help but giggle at the fact that he didn't even the colors right.

Then he pouts and I momentarily forget how we humans breath.

If I thought Dimitri was hot when he was sober than he was the sexist man around when he was drunk.

I shake my head desperately trying to rid myself of such nonsense.

Bad Gracie! I can't let myself think about him like that!

"Have you tried to ask him nicely?" I turn my attention back to Dimitri.

Wait, why am I promoting this?

Dimitri nods. "Please Mr. Squarepants, take me to the land of flying monkeys and gingerbread men."

"That's one to many fairy tales buddy," I laugh, reaching up and mussing up his hair. His hair is much softer then it's spiky appearance.

Batting my hand away, he sighs and throws the sponge across the room. "This sucks! Now I'll never get to Narnia!" He sniffles, rubbing at his eyes.

I groan. Great, now he's crying. How am I supposed to handle an 18 year old man crying?

"Gracie?" I freeze.

I turn so fast I'm surprised I don't get whiplash. "Loretta! Aren't you supposed to be at your friends house?" I ask, shifting over in a desperate attempt to 'hide' Dimitri.

Loretta tiredly rubs her blue eyes, clutching her stuffed dolphin to her chest. "Sandra's mommy said that she came down with the flu," Loretta tilts her head, her blond hair spilling over her shoulder. 

Please don't notice him, please don't notice him, please don't-

"Gracie, who's that boy?"