Babysitter

Babysitter: chapter 1

"This isn't fair," I say flatly. "Why do you guys get to go on a cruise?"
"Because we haven't had a vacation for ourselves yet," Said my mom. "We took you to New York City last year, so now it's our turn to have a fun month."
"Whatever. I just don't think I should have a babysitter; What if he rapes me or something?"
"He won't, Marissa! He's Ms. Veronica's son. He's a very nice kid." My dad said.
"Kid, huh? How old is he?" I ask.
"About 17, his name is Grayson."
Great. A 17 year old boy in my home, who I have no idea is. I walk upstairs into my bedroom. I put on my pajamas; pink sweatpants and a black tank top from Pink. I pull my warm yellow blanket over my head, thinking about my new "babysitter". I reach over to turn off my lamp, and I try to fall asleep.
"Wake up, Pumpkin," Said my dad.
He tapped on my shoulder. "Get ready, Grayson is on his way," He said with a cheesy smile. My dad walked out and shut the door behind him. I go inside of my bathroom and look at my tangled brown hair. I had a pimple on my nose, and bags under my eyes. Gross. I got undressed and hopped in the shower. I wrap a towel around myself when I was finished, and I blow dried my hair. My hair was a mess, so I decided to just pull it back in a messy bun. I put some light makeup on, and covered up the pimple as much as I could. Now it was time to find an outfit, which always took a minimum of 30 minutes. I finally found an outfit; off-white tank top, maroon cardigan, and some black leggings.
I rushed downstairs, and there he was. He was tall, muscular, and unbelievably good looking. My parents were showing him a list of things I was allergic to, chores I had to do, things I like.
"Hi guys." I said to my parents. Grayson looks at me up and down, and then looks at me in the eyes for a good 10 seconds and smirks. I could feel my cheeks turn bright red. "And then here are the pills she needs to take." My dad said quickly. I could tell he wanted to leave ASAP.
"Okay," Grayson said. His voice was deep and raspy, kinda sexy.
"Well, I think our über is here!" My mom said anxiously. My mom kisses me on the forehead and hugs me. My dad does the same.
"Behave while I'm gone," My mom said.
"Alright." I said with a fake smile. They shut the door behind them as they left. Me and Grayson looked at each other.
"Well. Did you find your room yet?" I asked pretending to be confident.
"No," He said while hanging his jacket up.
"Okay..."
"Well?" He said.
I jumped at his slightly loud voice.
"Aren't you gonna show me my room?"
"Oh yeah, sorry."
I lead him upstairs into the guest room. It had just a grey sheeted bed with a white dresser and floor lamp.
"This is it? Are you kidding me?"
"Excuse me? Be than-"
"I'm just kidding." He said with a smile.
"Oh." I said kind of annoyed.
He sat on the bed, checking me out. I rolled my eyes and walked out. I tried my best to fall asleep that night, but when a hot boy is sleeping across the hall from you, it's harder than it seems.