Megan's P.O.V.
I slammed the door and tossed my baseball cap on the dining room table, shrugging off my school bag and slumping into a chair. Ugh.. what a long day.. I rested my head on the kitchen counter and closed my eyes for a five minute rest. Just as I was about to drift off I heard my father's loud voice pierce the air from upstairs.
Wow. He was home early.
I raced upstairs into his study.
"Yeh Dad?"
"Megan.. I have a really good job for you.." His green eyes were excited and he fumbled his fingers a bit. Oh no. Not again.
"No Dad, I am NOT working at a kid's pizzeria, the last time-"
"No! No! I have a better job! It's babysitting,"
I groaned. Even worse..
"Dad.. I'm not good with kids.. you know that.."
Oh he knows that. One time my two 5 year old cousins stole my star wars figurine of Hans Solo and played with it in the pool. You have no idea how crazy I got. My veins were popping up off my forehead and my eyes must have turned red with anger or something because they screamed and refused to come down from the tree they decided to hide in.
"It's not with a kid, you know my CEO? yes, he has a son, a 17 year old son who's studying to go to Harvard and since he heard you were smart and responsible he decided to give you the job of baby-sitting and tutoring his son while he goes on a full summer vacation with his wife,"
I froze a bit.
"What's the pay?"
"120 bucks a DAY."
If I were drinking water I would have spit it out in surprise like those cartoons.
"You m-mean a-a DAY?!" I choked. That was more than I earned in a MONTH working for the donuts shop everyday.
"Exactly, and you get to sleep and live in his luxurious house, the only let down is that you don't get to see me everyday,"
"I could live with that, when do I start?!" I asked, eager to start earning good money.
"Tomorrow, they left today, I have a list of instructions for you in your bedroom, and they send the money every week. Have fun and darling-"
I didn't wait for him to say anything else. I rushed to my bedroom door and slammed it.
Time to pack.
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Rich Boy's Babysitter
RomanceI was just a regular girl. A regular 15 year old teenage girl working hard for their school tuition. Well at least I was before I was given a job that I would never had asked for in first place. The only reason I took it was because I was getting 12...
