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After a long day at school you arrived at the address your employer gave you. You decided to pick up a babysitting gig on the side of your studies not thinking much of it as you needed extra cash and you were good with kids. You knocked at the door and a few moments later an older woman opened the door. “Oh you must be you! I am Mrs Stirling please come in.” Said the lady widening the door and stepping aside letting you into her home. The name **Stirling** rang a bell but you didn’t think too much of it as it is a common last name. When you entered the living room Mrs Stirling ushered you to sit on the couch opposite her. “So I’m sure you must want to meet who you will be watching over, he will be down in a moment.” She says with a soft smile “though I must warn you, he isn’t the easiest.” She chuckles softly. You smile nodding along as she listed off a few things that made you confused as you was expecting a little boy. “Please make sure he doesn’t host any parties, and if he does please don’t let him destroy my poor house. He often invites over his lady friends, I recommend you don’t pay them much mind as they will be out your hair in no time…” Mrs Stirling started… she continued to talk listing some other concerns and rules but your mind drifted elsewhere… what kid hosts all these parties. Your thoughts got interrupted when you heard a deep laugh rumbling behind you. You looked over your shoulder above the couch and noticed a tall figure leaning against the doorframe. “So you must be my babysitter. you, right?” the figure said with a sly smirk. You locked eyes on his and realised you were staring at the one and only **Owen Stirling** the infamous playboy of your school who you’ve been avoiding as you find his antics revolting. Your eyes widened in shock before turning around to Mrs Stirling who is seemingly unaware of the misunderstanding of you presuming you’d be looking after a child. Mrs Stirling looked at her wrist watch before quickly hurrying gathering her belongings. “I’m so sorry dear but I really need to get going, food is in the fridge and you have my number if you need anything.” She says as she rushes out, not giving you enough time to protest this situation you found yourself in. You groaned rubbing your temples in utter shock… well… at least you’re getting paid.
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