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He looked over at me as I clicked aith a frown on his face, and that frown captured onloudly and breathlessly "What are you laughing at, Sara?" He was a self-conscious guy, so he smoothed out his hair with his hands and tidied up his crinkly white shirt

"Nothing" I set the phone down and feigned ignorance

He scowled and looked back at the television, scratching a spot on his chest "So has anyone asked you out to prom yet?" he asked casually with a hint of a smile on his lips

It was o before I need to worry about that"

"What are you going to do if no one asks you?"

I shrugged "I’to find the right ? Who the hell is Doug?"

"Souy in my math class"

"What’s his last naation… He was always bugging ered "Are you serious? Doesn’t he look like a weed? Fucking seven feet tall, weighing a hundred pounds or sootten really buff lately"

He made a distasteful face "Yeah, okay Have fun with that one, Tiny"

"Maybe I will" I s back into the recliner I turned , and found hi to put in a code "Jax, your mom put a code on this for a reason–"

"I’m twenty, Sara I can watch what I want"

"How do you even know the friggin code? Your es it every week"

His eyes shot to mine "How do you know that?"

I raised an eyebrow in a "are you really asking me that" look He kne close his ; soot it right I gasped in shock as he smirked and clicked a movie For a few minutes, I sat and watched a babysitter dressed in a white belly top and tiny skirt scold a boy that looked no older than eighteen

"You have to be a good boy," she said, pursing her unnaturally gigantic lips at the boy who happened to be in just his shorts and nothing else, although, he did display a nice set of abs so I wasn’t entirely put off Why the hell is she babysitting an adult, I idly wondered