Babysitting The Babysitter

Babysitting The Babysitter

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Kizzy Kress is an average college girl. An average means: Slightly overweight, black hair which was forever messy unless she style it. But she got her good side too! She got pretty eyes and tanned skin.Just that she is a bit overweight. Kizzy just want to earn enough money to survive in the society and repay her parents. All she know is that people is hard to trust and bunch of backstabbers and be independent and you need on one else.What happened when she met Blake,a hot guy who is a little bit secretive, that will change her point of view while babysitting? Or that person will make her more sure that her thoughts are correct? Join Kizzy Kress in her bittersweet love story.
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The captain of our soccer team, Xavi Parker, a beautiful, young, athletic boy. The college girls were obsessed over him and his boys. The boys were jealous of him and his position and his golden reputation, but not everyone was impressed by the soccer players. He's handsome, cocky and hot, and he knows it. Xavi Parker is aware, but why would a guy like Xavi Parker fall in love with a girl like me? The moment he told me, my life turned upside down. This boy knew he could get anything, anyone, but he fell for a girl like me. He cared about me in a way I couldn't imagine, a way I never experienced before, a feeling I couldn't accommodate. "Why do you care, Xavi?" He looks up and meets my eyes, not looking away. Xavi told me nothing, but the truth, that was one of the reasons I cared about him. I cared about him in a way I never cared. He does care about me, but can't place this feeling. I wasn't special and I understood it loud and clear. Girls like me aren't used to feelings like this, they aren't used to the feeling of love. It scares me, how long before someone takes this away? How long can he handle me and my dramatic past? He takes a deep breath, and he smiles, "How can I not care about someone like you. You're my sun and darkness, you're my heroin. You're it, Lun."

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