Babysitting Skylynn

Chapter 16

*Matt's pov*

I hated meetings so much they're so boring. The only good part is that we get food! All they ever talk about is the rules and stuff when we already know what's its about. I texted Jaileen, I really didn't want to hear them anymore.

Me: Heeeeeeey!!!!

She took a long time to reply

Me: Gurrrrl wassup witchu?

she still didn't answer

Me: IF YOU DONT ANSWER I'M GOING TO YOUR ROOM STOP SCARING ME

Bae : Chill your jizz, I was taking a shower

Me: No I'm not gonna 'chill my jizz'

Bae : you will because I said so

Me: you're not my mother

Bae : thankfully I'm not

Me: whatchu trynna say home gurl?

Bae : that it would be gross if I was your mom. Matt we kissed like 5 times already

Me: righhhht

Bae : oh god

"Matt get off your phone" I heard Bart yelling at me

"Just a sec, its important" I said looking down.

"I bet he's texting Jaileen!" I heard Samantha yell

Me: I have to go Bart's yelling at me, see ya later ❤

Bae : okay bye (-:

I looked up and Nash was staring at me with that "back off" look. I looked over at Hayes and he looked sad. What is going on.

"Wait Jaileen?" Bart asked

I nodded

"What's her last name?"

"Michel. Her last name is Michel" Nash said quickly.

"Are you serious?!"

"Yeah?"

"She's an amazing singer, I've seen her videos!"

"She sings? she never mentioned that"

"yeah she sings" Hayes said

"Hayes you knew?" Nash asked

He nodded.

*Jaileens POV*

I took a shower so I can be ready. Next was skylynn I came out of the bathroom and Matt had texted me.

I told Skylynn to go take a bath and I sat on the bed with a towel in my head and a towel wrapped around my body. Matt said he had to go so I said bye and locked my phone and left it to charge. I changed into boyfriend jeans, a white loose v neck and a floral scarf. I brushed my hair and went into the bathroom to go blow dry it.

"You look pretty" I heard Skylynn

"Thank you! You will look pretty"

"Hey!"

"what?"

"you don't think I look pretty now?" she said taking away hair that was stuck to her face.

I turned on the blow drier to avid conflict with a 4 year old.

I heard her yelling and I just laughed at her.  10 minutes past by and my hair was still damp. I grabbed a towel and walked over to the tub.

"Okay princess time to get out"