The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 27 - I'm The Babysitter

Right, tonight I am going to look good. Not because I want to impress the jerk himself but just for myself I want to look good.

I let Angus go over to the Webb's early. He is in love with Kammie I mean I don't blame him, she is the prettiest ten year old I have seen in my life. I watched him as he ran over to their house, the little girl opened up the front door and he ran inside. He is also staying over there tonight so that gives me the house free. Which means when I get back from the Webb's I am turning the music up loud and dancing with my hair brush which is my pretend microphone.

After showering, I ferreted through my closet to find a nice outfit to wear. I can't look to over dressed because I don't want Miles to think that I am trying to impress him.

Although inside me I know that that is the exactly what I am trying to do.

Although I look like a drained rat I am going to have to force myself to look presentable.

Although I shouldn't be giving a fuck I secretly do.

ALTHOUGH ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT RIGHT NOW IS MILES AND GEORGIA ALONE TIME.

I need to get myself together.

Still after over a month of being here there are boxes of clothes I need to put in my wardrobe, I never realised until I moved out of my old house how many clothes I have. Picking up one of the boxes labelled 'to keep or not to keep' I opened it up and sorted through it trying to find something appropriate to wear.

After a lot of sorting I found a white top which had a very open neck, so open that one side of it falls down my arm exposing my shoulder and my bra strap. That should do.

I then routed through my jeans and settled for plain black skinny jeans, high waisted. This look is sort of sexy but not really caring which was what my aim is.

After everything including make up and hair was done I was ready to go. I quickly checked the time which was 6:03, I'm late.

And I can't even say the traffic was bad.

I really don't think Miles will care. I left my hair down and grabbed a jacket from behind my door and did one last check. Here goes nothing.

The air was cold, although I was wearing a jacket the wind still managed to find it's way to bite my skin.

Why do I feel nervous? I am just baby sitting.

I step onto the little path that leads to the front door. Each time I walk down this path I always have to look at the flowers. I remember the first time coming here when Dad described the smell of the flower as porn to the nose. I cringed at the thought but then smiled as the memories of Mum and Dad, I wonder if Mum was seeing this Clark guy back then. I shook away the thought's as I can't give a second longer of thinking time to that.

I knocked on the door. To my shock the door instantly opened, just like they had been stood there waiting.

There stood Miles wearing a tight black sport's jumper and trackie's. I couldn't help but to notice his muscles that looks like they were about to rip out of his top, I swallowed trying for some odd reason to distract my thought's if that even a thing.

"Hey." I said finally.

"Hi." He said back standing to one side giving me space to walk in.

He walked ahead of me to the kitchen. I followed him.

"It's cold outside." I said stupidly trying to make conversation. I cringed more at myself that I did at Dad's porn remark.

"Yea, minus 3." He smirked shaking his head knowing that I was trying to make awkward small talk. "So you're going to be ok tonight?"