OLD VERSION: Amendable (Book 3 in the Original SOCIETY Series) ✔

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Bubbles puffed out and silently swayed their way to the surface. My brows furrowed at the slight motion, then I tightened my gaze to keep them open as much as possible without blinking. I'm trying not get distracted by the motion of said bubbles while fighting to keep concentration with the fuckin' large ass eye staring back at me. 

There was no denying that my life has now come to this. A new low of where I was having a childish "no-blinking" show-down with none other than the fucking gold fish in the bowl in front of me. 

My brow lowered when the fish's gaze locked on me. It kept staring at me from the side, its mouth gaping open and closing repeatedly. Its tactic to remain still (aside from its gaping mouth) wasn't working before, so now the little shit decided that it was going to start spouting bubbles. 

Major low in distraction. 

I had caught myself almost turning to blink at the motion, but I managed to hold strong. Instead, I squinted my eyes more. The fish had been eyeing me for however long, meanwhile my chin was kept on the back of my hands that were resting flat on the table in front of me. Slowly, without breaking concentration, I started sliding my hands forward so my head got closer to the transparent bowl with the colorful rocks at the bottom. 

The goldfish's fins flapped at high speed, momentarily swaying itself from side to side before stilling again. I think it knew what it was doing. Why else would the fucking fish just stare back at me for the past minute and a half?

"What are you doing?"

Startled, I yelped, blinking a few times and sat up as I stared up at the person at the entrance of the dining room. Momentarily stunned by the odd look I was receiving, I glanced down at the goldfish that was now swimming around its transparent bowl so carefree. The way its fins swayed around as it swam in different pathways mocked me, and I realized why. 

"Fuck!" 

I curled my fists on the table, narrowing my eyes down at the chipper little shit, then flicked my gaze up to the person at the entrance still looking oddly back at me. 

"Thanks a-fuckin'-lot," I grumbled, lowering my gaze back to the fish. 

I sat back in my chair at the dining table, lifting my attention to my dad who was still at the doorway with his arms crossed. His brows furrowed deeply while staring back at me. 

"...What?"

My dad shrugged a shoulder, raising a brow that he had asked what I was doing. 

"Babysitting."

His brows shot up together. "Sorry?"

"Baby. Sitting." 

My dad's eyes glanced down at the bowl in front of me then up to me before frowning, "The fish?"

I nodded once. He glanced to the side, pursing his mouth in the same direction and cleared his throat. 

"Should I even ask why?"

Lowering a brow at his question, I gestured to the fish in front of me with a lazy wave. 

"It's Maddox's. It's for his birthday coming up and they didn't want for anything to happen to the fish until then."

"So naturally it needed to be watched..."

I rolled my eyes, grumbling under my breath before clarifying to my dad that I was just supposed to keep the fish in my room for the next few days until the party. That I just happened to not make the trip to my room to place the fish in there. Gesturing to the fish silently, I shrugged a shoulder.