My name is Aurora Evans. I'm seventeen years old, and my mom thinks I need a babysitter. All my life, I thought that vampires, werewolves, and fairies were fake. A pigment of someone's imagination. Well, guess what. They're real, and it just so happ...
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*Bella's POV*
What the wonka is he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be at home with George? I pushed my way through the crowd, in the opposite direction as Zayn, which meant I was going into the deserted backyard.
I stepped outside, the cool breeze swept across my face.
Well, Zayn just crashed the party, so I won't be having any fun tonight. I went deeper into the backyard, pass the pool.
He's here, but why?
I think he realized I was gone, and came looking for me. If so, would he leave without finding me? If he's already here, then maybe I should just give up, and go back home with him, although I didn't even say 'hi' to my friends.
I decided this was the right thing to do.
I turned around, about to find Zayn, and suffer the consequences, but he was already at the doorframe, watching my every move.
My eyes caught his for a quick second, but I averted them to the ground.
He walked slowly, stopping in front of me. I hung my head low, thinking he was probably mad at me for sneaking out.
"You told me everything, yet still, you went to the party anyways." He sounded amused, and confused at the same time. I slowly trailed my eyes up to meet his, keeping a straight face.
I couldn't help but smile as I watched him. Don't ask me why. I can't even understand my owndecisions.
"Well, I'm sorry if I wanted to have fun." I retorted, biting my bottom lip.
I sighed, making it sound extra depressing.
"I guess we have to go back home now." I looked down at my feet. Was it working?
"Yup."
Nope.
Stupid babysitter.
I looked up at him with a face that probably made me look like a troll.
"What?!"
He grabbed my wrist, dragged me out the house, and forced me to get buckled up in his car.
As soon as I was comfortable, I crossed my arms over my chest, slouched down into the car seat, and pushed my bottom lip out.
"What are you? Three?" He asked, giving me a side glance as he started the car.
"Nooooo! I'm this many!" I held up four fingers.
He ignored me for the whole car ride- even through my long, desperate, loud sighs.
