The Bad Boy's Babysitter

"Ahh. Just the person I have been waiting for."

A smirk appeared upon his gorge-

WAIT! WHAT? No. Behave, Lyca.

"Pfft. As if." I scoffed.

"You know, Wolfy, I missed you." He pouted.
Damn, he looked so adorab-

BEHAVE, LYCA!

"I thought I already told you to never ever call me Wolfy again? Wait, let me rephrase that..." I paused, "Never EVER call me Wolfy again!" I gave him an annoyed look.

"You can't tell me what to do, Wolfy." I gasped.

This kid never listen, no?

Sigh.

Have I told you why he calls me Wolfy? Well, piece of cake, that's because of my name, Lyca, which he thinks is the short cut of Lycans which simply means werewolf. Get it? Then we're cool.

"Ooh, but I can." I gave him an evil smirk.

"And why is that?" He raised a brow, which makes him more even hott-

I SAID BEHAVE, LYCA!

"Because she'll be your babysitter." His Mom explained.

His jaw dropped while giving his Mom the 'are-you-kidding-me' look.

"Surprised Bad Boy?" I gave him a smirk and crossed my arms on my chest.