The Babysitter novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27: (Aubrey's POV)- What The Hell Am I Doing?

I stayed at the cliffside with Peter the whole day.

The whole day.

The sun had just set and we were heading back and making our way out of the woods. I noticed that he didn't have his car anywhere near the street that we used so I take it that he walked.

"Want me to walk you home?" he offered.

"No, it's alright. You have to walk and you live three blocks away," I spoke while getting on my bike.

"You sure?" he asked as I grabbed my jacket that I always keep with me since I feel cold everywhere I go and threw it on.

"You have to go that way, so yeah, I'm sure." I pointed behind me, opposite to the direction I have to go in since the shortcut to his house was that way.

"Take care okay? Call me if you need anything. I mean anything," he told me in all seriousness.

I nodded with a small smile before we said bye to each other and he began walking while I began biking. I reached home after about ten minutes and placed my bike in the garage. I grabbed all my things from the basket and headed inside. I walked in to see my mom leaning against the countertop in the kitchen, pinching the bridge of her nose, looking extremely stressed. I walked in and placed my stuff down, as I set my keys down, her eyes shot up at me.

"Where the hell have you been?" She was fuming.

"Out," I answered vaguely before digging through the pockets of my jacket.

"Why would you run off like that? Do you have any idea how worried Xavier was?" she pressed further.

"No, I had no idea," I spoke sarcastically. "His keys. I'm not babysitting him anymore." I grabbed her hand, placing the key that Catherine gave to me for their house for emergencies.

"What happened between you two?" She followed me up to my room where I had stormed off.

"Nothing happened, mom. Nothing. I'm not going there again," I sighed as I knocked my shoes off and sat on my bed.

"Well he can't come here and you two need to sort this out," she huffed, arguing.

"We don't need to sort anything out. It's been sorted." I stood up in frustration, deciding to take out my pajamas and head for a shower.

"It clearly hasn't," she paused. "He called me, in a complete panic asking if you had come home since you decided to run out of his house. He said you weren't answering any of his calls or texts. Or mine." Anger seeped through her voice.

"My phone was off, mom. I went to the cliffside." I groaned internally.

"With Peter?" she asked, her voice almost daring. "Were you there with Peter, Aubrey?" she repeated.

"You don't need to know, mom! He called you and now I'm here and alive okay?" I snapped.

I cleared my throat. "Hi," I spoke into the phone softly.

I heard him let out a sigh that sounded to be of relief. "Can you come over? I don't wanna do this over the phone. Please come over," he pleaded.

I stayed quiet, contemplating for a moment. "I'll be there in five." Then I instantly hung up, throwing my covers off of me before throwing flip flops on and sprinting down the stairs and out the house after getting to the garage and grabbing my bike. I kept my emotions contained on the way there. But once I stood there and rang the doorbell, I felt tears stinging my eyes and I knew this just wasn't going to end well. But whether it ends well or it doesn't, this needs to be done.

No one answered the door and just as I was about to ring the doorbell again, the door swung open, revealing a very disheveled Xavier. "Thanks for coming," he spoke almost instantly.

What the hell am I doing? I really shouldn't be here oh my god, I should turn around right now and run away.

"You wanted to talk and I'm here. So talk," I demanded.

He let out a sigh as he sat down on the couch with his head in his hands while I stood still in front of him. "I made a mistake," he began, "Julie didn't mean anything to me, Aubrey. Nothing that I've ever had with her did. I was involved with her before you, she wouldn't stop," he tried explaining.

"She wouldn't stop but did you really want her to?" I scoffed as he looked up at me. "Your relationship with her, romantic or sexual is still a relationship and it didn't mean a thing to you. You didn't care what happened, you only wanted her for your benefit," I sighed. "And I don't want to be that. Not now. Not ever." I stated, meaning every word I said. I just hope he got it.

"You won't. You're different to me, Aubrey. You mean more than she does," he argued.

"You have no idea how badly I wanted to hear you say that. But now that you have, I'm realizing how messed up it is. Xavier, you toyed with her, whether she did the same or not is none of my business. You two had a friends with benefits thing, I get it. But that's not what I want." I shrugged slightly.

"That's not what I want with you. I want something serious, Aubrey. It's different with you. The feelings I have for you are more than just sexual. It's more than an attraction. Aubrey, I want to be with you. For real. Long term. I like you."