Chapter 3. Before My First Day Even Began...

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After Alex slammed the door we all looked at each other at a loss of words. A few minutes later, Emilee cleared her throat and turned back to me.

"So, are you up for the babysitting job?" She asked with a hopeful look, then added, "we couldn't find anyone else that was suitable, and we trust you."

I didn't even think about it before my mouth answered for me. "Yes, of course I'll babysit for you." I almost regretted it, but she looked so happy, that I quickly stopped regretting my decision.

After we talked about what I was expected to do, and special things for each child. I learned that Christi was asthmatic and had to do treatments once a week, that Christian has a severe rash and has to use cream every night. Ryder has to have the light on until after he falls asleep, because when he was a kid, someone broke into the house when everyone was sleeping, and they cut the power, and they were going through the rooms and came to Ryder's first and took him to the living room with a gun pointed to his head, they started yelling and demanding money, so since then he was afraid to fall asleep in the dark. Alec gets really hot at night and sweats really bad, so he has to have a fan in his room, and Alex, oh then there's Alex, he sleeps with his Wubbie, or his Stuffed elephant, his Nana gave it to him when he was little and he's had it ever since.

She told me that Christian and Christi needed to take vitamins in the mornings, and then told me that Ryder is allergic to nuts, so not to cook anything with nuts in it for him. She also told me where everything is, and things that I needed to do. Andres thanked me and then him and Emilee left. When they finally left it was 11:00 and they told me that I started tomorrow at 8:00, so i went straight upstairs and got into my pyjamas and went to bed.

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Yet again my alarm woke me up, but this time Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard was playing. I turned it up and got into the shower, I got out and wrapped a towel around myself. I brushed my teeth, while attempting to sing, which didn't work so well. I opened the door and walked over to my dresser, I put on my purple leopard underwear that said love on the back, and the matching bra. I started walking across my room to my dresser until I heard Alex talking to my mom outside of my door. I stood there in shock until he started opening the door, and I remembered what I was wearing, so i made a mad dash to my closet, but of course, he already had the door opened. I couldn't stop running fast enough, so I smashed into him, and he must have been working out because man did that hurt! He stumbled a little bit but he grabbed me around the waist and caught his footing. My eyes were wide, and my face was hot, and he just frowned at me,and looked down, then instead of letting me go nicely, he dropped me on the ground and glared at me.

"Ow! What the hell Alex?!" I quickly stood up and started yelling some more. "Why can't you be like any civilized human being, and put me down nicely?!" I glared at him, hoping he would drop dead any second.

"You're yelling at me like this is my fault, when clearly this is your own damn fault! Why coulndn't you be like any normal person and have clothes on?! Why were you running?" He glared right back at me, and stepped closer.

I walked until I was in his face, or rather looking up at his face, while he was looking down on me. "You're the one who didn't even knock when walking into MY room! It's your fault, I can be naked in my room if I feel the need to, and I was running trying to get to my closet so you wouldn't see me half naked!" It was then that I realized I was still in my bra and underwear.

He smirked at me and I knew the next thing that was coming out of his mouth, wasn't going to be good. "Well, it's not like I haven't seen you in less before." He continued to look at me with that damned smirk, and as if he only just realized it too, looked down at my body. It's not that I'm uncomfortable with my body, but he was making me nervous.

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