As Babysitters

Chapter Four

Nicole's P.O.V.

Gosh, why does she need to pop out in my life at the wrong time?!

Like some pimples.

And pimples are gross.

Like her.

ANYWAY.

"What the heck are you doing in the J.N. room? You do know she's-"

She scowled.

"You're J.N.?!" She shrieked.

I didn't dare breathe. She slowly grinned like Jeff the Killer.

"Finally, something worthy to write in my Current Events Columns!" Oh no she didn't.

Oh, but she did.

So I did mission not gonna happen.

"Kennedy, instead of spreading the J.N. identity, I'll off..off..er...yo..u..a..da..date....with....B...Brad...Brad...ley.." I stammered.

"What?" She said, smiling.

"KennedyinsteadofspreadingtheJ.N.identityI'llofferyouadatewithBradley." I said, quickly.

She thought for awhile, leaving me mentally slap myself.

"Okay. In Dolche's. Give me some Cadbury and roses, and he'll pay." She said. Aside from me, Kennedy also likes Brad. And no, he's not a PGAG.

She walked out and sashayed.

Oh no. I need to ask Bradley.

I sighed reluctantly. I hope this won't affect our friendship.

I opened the door. Bradley looked at me. Full of wonder.

"What's up?" Brad asked.

"Probably the sun," I trailed off, while he laughed.

"No, seriously."

"Look, I have to say something I'm giving up on you." I stuttered.

"Sorry I sing a song when I'm nervous." I mentally slapped myself.

"So you might be a little turned off when I was your man." Wait. I am not even a man.

"I got out, get out, get out of my head-"

Okay, that was 1D. I decided to ignore this shiz. He chuckled.

"Of the Dark Side, but then Kennedy saw me mi mi mi mi mi mi, in the door. She said "What are you, I'm waiting on ya, doing inside 'till I walk in my-" I saw him ROFL-ing. Then I tell him straight. I was really pissed off then.

"Kennedy saw me in the J.N. room, so she asked me what was I doing at the room, and she put two and two together: I was J.N. She said that she has something finally worthy to write in her column, instead of all the useless advice I give. So I did mission not gonna happen in a million years. I pleaded, but that just made it worse. So I told her I would offer her a date with you. She was silent, but then she said that it should be in a candlelight dinner in Dolche's, give her roses, and some Cadbury's. Then she said that you should pay for the dinner too." I sniffed.

He handed me a piece of a napkin, standing up. He looked at me at the eyes. He stayed silent.

Slap Slap Slap.

What's that you hear?

It's the sound of the goose girl mating deer.

Wait, that doesn't even make any sense.

NO NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES.

"Okay, I understand. You don't want to make Mr. Bilson mad, me mad, or lose every reader you have because of Kennedy. But what I don't understand is how she went here and why is she in the newspaper room." He replied.