Rich Boy's Babysitter

Chapter 1

Megan's P.O.V 
I lugged the damn heavy bags of clothes and books behind me as I walked from the cab. Unlike many girls I didn't need a whole heap of clothes to come with me wherever I go. To say the truth the most I have in my clothes bag are t-shirts, sweats, underwear, 2 jeans, 2 shorts and pajamas. My book bag though was a different story. It was full of books I want to read, study material for school, writing material and pens. Even though it's summer, doesn't mean I can't study. End of Term Exams are in December anyway. I sighed and swiped the sweat from my brow, looking at the number written on my hand. 
House Number 13. 
Where is that..? 
I looked at the uneven numbers on the huge metal gates, 
9,11.. and 13!. 
I stared at number 13 with wide eyes. It had huge frickin gates, bigger than the other ones, and it has a huge letter in the middle. An M for Morrison. And the gate wasn't even weathered or anything, it looked brand new and shiny an-
"Hey, you here for the job?" A guy in a security guard uniform stood behind the gate, staring at me weirdly. 
"Oh yeah, uh-" 
The gates opened and I walked in. 
"Hey-"
The guard turned his back and started to walk away. 
"Wait what am I-"
"let yourself in." he cut me off rudely. 
I bit my lip so I wouldn't shout out an insult at his stupid rudeness and dragged my bags towards the huge doors. 
A huge gold knocker was there in the middle of the huge wooden doors and I took the handle and banged it on the wood. I heard it echo but no footsteps greeted the sound. 
"Hello..?" I banged the knocker a little louder but the doors just flew open. 
Um... okay th-
"WHAT THE FRICK?!" I stepped something squishy, solid and.. breathing? I looked down to see some dude passed out on the carpet like a new doormat. I stepped over him and looked around. 

My eye twitched as I observed people passed out on the couches, red cups in their hands, some finished or spilled beer bottles and used cigarettes lying around. This place would have looked like a  classy mansion if there wasn't an explosion of drunk teenagers around the place.
I heard water running in the kitchen and decided to look who it was. I peeked in and saw a tall brunette boy washing his face in the sink. 

"H-hey..?" I said.. or asked. 
He turned around and I found sleepy green eyes piercing into mine. 
"U-Um.. I'm here to baby-si-" 
His bored look turned into a mischievous smirk and he began to walk closer to me as I stepped back slowly, staring at him as if he was crazy.
"You okay dude-" My back hit the wall as he slammed his hand beside my head. "Yo-" 
His face started to come closer to mine, he closed his eyes and puckered his lips.
I growled.
HELL. FLIPPIN. NO.
I punched him in the stomach and kicked him at  the back of his knees, making him drop. I stood right above him and glared at him. 
He laughed weakly. 
"Damn lady, I'm just tryin' to get friendly with my tutor, " He winked at me. 
Um what..?
"Who are you..? For your information I'm supposed to be tutoring a Morrison, not a douche bag shit face f*ck like you!" 
He bit his lip, staring at me and grinning playfully, supporting his hangover self with the counter. 
"I AM Lucas Morrison." He stated, my mouth hung open, what- " And I get you're Megan Larry?" 
"H-how-"
"Imma call you Annie-Pie, or Meggie-Pie, what do you think?"
"No thank you! " I was so angry I almost felt steam come out of my ears. "Anyway, clean up this mess before your parents find out and assume it was me who did this!" 
"ah.. nah, can't bother, and anyway the maids are coming back in two days so-" 
"No. Do.It now lazy ass, get the people out of here. " 
He pouted. 
"F*ck you." He walked into the living room, taking a sauce pan and a spoon, slamming them together. 
"Yo! get up idiots, get the f*ck up!" He yelled. 
Hangover teenagers groaned and slowly started filing out. 
"Where's my bedroom by the way?" 
"Down the hall, come help me when you done though,"

"Yeh, okay, " I walked down the hall and opened the door and closed it almost instantly, horrified at what I saw in there. 
"Lucas." I growled and bravely opened it up again. 
There was pink and fluff everywhere. It burnt my eyes looking at all the fake sh*t covering the walls. Glitter, pom-poms , pink, fluff, and a sign screaming in pink curly letters:
" Welcome Princess." 
First order of business. Sock Lucas-what's-his-name
Second order of business:

Clean up this shit.