As Babysitters

Chapter Three

Nicole's P.O.V.

Ugh. What better way to say a good morning than a lil' witch who is more early than me. Who's the goody-two-shoes.

I'll explain the 'ugh'. Kennedy Simmons is my archnemesis, crazy hypocrite, and the source of my problems. Well, 99.9% at least.

If you call that an 'at least'.

I just ignored her by rolling my eyes and muttering, whatever. She also is the diva and I'm the nerd. Everyone, for some reason, loves her. Eugh, I scrunched my nose.

Beep Beep Beep.

Huh? I wondered. It was Thea Pott, my best friend, and the closest.

Hi Nix, meet us at the third bathroom next to the canteen in third period :)

-Thea <3

Thea is my complete opposite. I like 1D, she likes Bizzle. I like taffy, she likes veggies. Healthy girl.

The two things we have in common are: one, we love books and our phones equally and two, we don't snore. Weird, I know.

But we still love each other. As friends, not the other way around. That's just.

"Good morning, class! We have a pop quiz, so get one-half sheet of paper, length-wise."

Woohoo. And no, not sarcastic.

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"Yes, 35 over 35!" I clapped. Soon it was third hour, and I headed to the newspaper room. That's because Jordyn, Alysse and Thea are news assistants.

My role in the newspaper is the agony aunt, aka the person you would not want to take advice to. I know, I lower my self-esteem. But the last person I'd want to take advice from is.

Myself. But somebody *cough Kennedy cough* somehow got me in the agony aunt section.

I need a pen name, so I wrote in J.N.. That was my two initials, Jannette Nicole. No one even notices it was me.

Except Bradley.

FYI, I told Kennedy I quitted so she didn't know it was me. The PGAG (Popular Guys And Gals) group, said the J.N. agony aunt is so cool, if they had a problem, they would write to her straight away.

SO BASICALLY THEY CALLED ME COOL AND I MAKE GREAT ADVICE!

Not! If they knew it was me, they'll freak, and say 'Make it go away!'. Worse, I'll have no readers anymore! I thought as I enter the room.

"Hey, Nikki!" Bradley said, making my heart soar.

I have a crush on him, and he likes me too.

NOT! THAT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN!

"Hey, Brads," I used the nickname.

"Matching nicknames, eh?" He winked at me, and I blushed a little.

Take note: A LITTLE.

"Guess so, but that, that does not even match." I said as I returned the wink.

I SWEAR I SAW HIM BLUSH.

OH MY DEMOGRAPHY CAMP.

I flipping  made me crush blush. Achievement, unlocked!

"So what are you up to?" He changed the subject.

"Usual. How many letters?"

"Many," He smirked. "But Mr. Bilson -our so called mentor- said you can pick six or ten for the next deadline, which is the next day after tomorrow." I mentally groaned in desperation for help.