The Babysitter

Peter Fucking Miller

Chapter 28: (Xavier's POV)- Peter Fucking Miller

It had been a week since my last conversation with Aubrey. After that night, she continued to come here and babysit me however she avoided all conversation. She'd always find an excuse to get up and leave or make me leave. 

"Don't you have to do the laundry?" 

"Your room's a mess you should clean it." 

"You can go to watch TV and I'll clean up." 

Those are some of the shitty excuses that she gave to me. And while I knew she was lying, I couldn't just stay there and I wouldn't, knowing that she doesn't want me there. 

Today is Friday and after a lot of begging and pleading and convincing sheriff Clarke that I must talk to Aubrey and she won't be coming tonight since my mom has taken a day off since she and sheriff Clarke have a date tonight. 

That's right. I'm calling him sheriff now. 

She's too good of an influence on me and she's not even trying. 

I convinced the sheriff to take the monitor off for tonight so that once they leave for their date, I can go over to Aubrey's and have a word with her. After a lot of begging, he finally agreed. 

How come he listened to Aubrey when she asked? 

Right now, it was currently six pm and my mom was getting ready for her date. The doorbell rang and I pulled myself off the couch to go and answer it. There stood sheriff Clarke. "Be back by the time we are so you can get this back on. I trust you since you're going to meet Aubrey. Be careful," he spoke warningly as my mom walked down the stairs. "Shall we?" he extended his hand for her to take while I suppressed an eye roll at the lovebirds who were now driving away. 

He had taken the monitor and I was now sprinting up the stairs to change and head out for Aubrey's. As much as I wanted to take my bike since I haven't driven it in a long time, I decided to walk. 

It's only a block. 

I threw my shoes on and headed for her house. Once I reached, I rang the doorbell and waited patiently for the door to open. And it did, only to reveal Mrs. Carthy. "Xavier? How can I help?" she asked, surprise laced in her voice. 

"Um- is Aubrey home by any chance?" I asked hesitantly. 

I know she knows everything that's happened between Aubrey and me. She had to have. She cleared her throat. "Um- Aubrey is actually out at the moment. She's out with I'm hoping just a friend," her mom mumbled.

My eyebrows knitted together as I took my guess. "Peter?" I asked in shock. 

She nodded, confirming my suspicions. 

Peter fucking Miller. Are you kidding me? Of course, he'd swoop in and try taking her back. 

"I suggest you wait inside," she opened the door, letting me in. 

I gave her a thank you before walking in a sitting down on the couch, waiting for Aubrey to come home. She offered to give me dinner since she had already eaten and Aubrey was out for dinner with who I've concluded that Mrs. Carthy and I both believe is an asshole. 

She said it. 

"He's an asshole, in my opinion, excuse my profanity," she mumbled before excusing herself for the night and heading up to her room. 

I bit back a smile before resting my head on the back of the couch, still waiting for her to come home. I had been waiting here for roughly an hour and a half and I was beginning to worry that my mother's date would be over before Aubrey got back which would land me in a lot of trouble.