pretty girl. pretty girl.
i wondered why that was the only thing that i had remembered from calum's words.
now, i wasn't new to his sweet names but i didn't take them very seriously.
though now that i was in real trouble, now that calum's mood seemed quite, displeased, 'pretty girl' seemed to resonate in my mind.
by then, i was completely lost in my own thoughts. the possibilities of things he could do to me were drowning my mind.
and i found myself to be very curious as to what he would exactly do.
but seeing as to what position i was in right now, a really problematic one that is, i refrained from asking any type of questions.
and that feeling of keeping quiet only grew more when i looked up and met calum's eyes.
they became a new colour. darker shades of brown. i wasn't born yesterday and i knew what the options of that could be. either he was really angry and i would suffer the consequences of my precious acts, or that was lust.
i didn't know which one i wanted to see more.
i felt my throat tightening slightly and i gulped nervously, quickly looking down at my fingers, fiddling with them.
that was a thing i did only when i was extremely anxious.
and i had a true reason to be now.
where as i was a stressed mess, calum on the other hand, gave the feeling to find my nervousness far from bad. in fact, the babysitter seemed quite amused.
if i wasn't in such a state of mind, i would've told him off quicker than hogwarts goes through 'defence against the dark arts' teachers.
but i wasn't feeling the need to be bratty right now. that would just make him do much more things to me.
i bit down on my lip as i thought about that. that wouldn't be such a bad thing.
i groaned internally and shook my head to get rid of the shameful thoughts that filled my head.
god forgive me for i have sinned.
a few seconds after i had mentally criticized myself from having thoughts like these, two fingers were placed underneath my chin just like moments before, and i was forced to look up, to stare right into calum's eyes.
he had a rhadamanthine expression to his face. i had went well over his personal limits of patience and it was very clear.
when he spoke up, i felt myself sink into the couch, farther more every time his tone of voice seemed darker than previously.
"i have been babysitting you for a very short while,"
a smirk appeared upon his lips when he noticed the uncomfortable expression i wore when he used the word 'babysitting'.
hell, he even chuckled. quite literally mocking my reaction.
"don't like the word, do you princess? well that's exactly what i am doing. babysitting you. you've shown me that you cannot be trusted multiple times and i have given you many chances to prove that my assumptions were wrong. yet, every time i did, you went off to do the exact opposite of what i asked you. i'm utterly done with your bratty attitude. i have met toddlers that were better behaved than you."
all of his speech was said in a calm voice, but it was also a harsh one too. i thought he would be done with making me feel bad about the things i did, which honestly i deserved, but no.
"you're sixteen, going on seventeen but you're acting like you're twenty-one. going out all the time isn't healthy and so is getting drunk every weekend and messing around with boys."
at this point, i almost stopped listening. i got it. don't do this, don't do that, don't go out and don't mess around with boys. it wasn't like it was the first time he said it.
i wondered if he really expected me to stop doing whatever things he mentioned.
he most likely did but i didn't plan on it. i thought that he would just lecture again and make me promise that i wouldn't do it again, though i wouldn't listen.
but, i got snapped out of my thoughts when he gripped my chin a bit more harshly and once again, i was forced to look at him.
"you are unbelievable."
he said in a slow tone as if i was a little kid and i sank even further into the couch.
"i'm in the middle of reprimanding you and you ignore everything i say."
well, he wasn't wrong about that.
but as i was once again, lost in my own thoughts, he caught me off guard when his voice boomed in the room.
"for fuck's sake, fanny! i'm talking to you!"
he harshly grabbed the side of my arm, making me stare up at him, grimacing a little because of the way he held me.
for the first time, i spoke up. or well, i tried.
"let go..!"
i squeaked out, motioning to my arm as i wriggled around a little for him to actually let his grip slip away.
he simply groaned and let go of me before crossing his arms against his chest.
"go up to your room. sit on the bed and wait for me."
after everything that i had just happened, i didn't really want to test his patience anymore and i gave him a nod before scrambling up the stairs, flustered.
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bonjour mes petits,
bet ya'll thought there would be smut but nopeee
i think it's pretty clear that it takes me a v long time before updating and i'm sorry frens!
ily yall xx
