"I don't want to go and live in your stupid house." Keagon snarls at Wyatt.

"But Keagon, where will you go?" I ask her.

"Wherever. I'll go to Antarctica and live with penguins and seals." Keagon says crossing her arms over her chest which is a huge sign of a tantrum on the way. I have been babysitting Keagon for three years and trust me when I tell you that you don't want to be present when she throws her super dramatic tantrums.

"Look here spoilt brat, I am not wasting another minute with you. So shut up." Wyatt fires back at Keagon and Carol opens her mouth to speak but Keagon is faster.

"Takes one to know one." Keagon snickers with a smug look and Wyatt's mouth hangs open.

"How long did it take you to come up with that?" Wyatt says after pausing a few seconds for a comeback.

"Tch, Tch. I don't argue with idiots, they will just lower me to their level and beat me with their experience in idiocy."

"Some kids were dropped as a baby. But you were clearly thrown in the air, smacked by a ceiling fan, and then tossed out of the window into a river."

"I am not even going to say, anything kid," Keagon says in a patronizing tone. "It's pointless to make fun of you because it'll take you the rest of the day to figure it out." She shrugs.

"Shut up... baby face!" Wyatt sticks his tongue out at Keagon.

"It's scary to think that people like you are allowed to vote, four eyes." Keagon snickers, pointing at Wyatt's face. Wyatt touches his black glasses a bit defensively. I didn't know Wyatt wore glasses.

"Shut up, girls find it sexy," Wyatt explains adjusting his glasses.

"Watch your words, kid." Carol finally speaks up.

"Sexy? Pfft, more like repulsive." Keagon laughs and Wyatt's face turns red in embarrassment.

"Now, now, enough kids. We are here." Carol says and gets out of the car. The house is huge and is painted a shade of grey and white with a huge driveway. A vast garden surrounds the house with a mermaid fountain.

I knew that Wyatt's family was rich, but this is a whole new level of rich. He was living in a freaking mansion.

"Grab the wheelie from the boot." Carol says to Wyatt and he scowls as he hisses a 'why should I?' When Carol gives him the stink eye he huffs, puffs, and sighs before getting the wheelchair from the boot and places it in front of Keagon's side of the car door.

Keagon shrugs and gets out from the other side and stands beside me.

"You can sit in the wheelie four eyes." Keagon sneers at Wyatt and he continues to scowl at her.

"Now, now, come on," Carol says and Keagon and I follow her into the massive house.

"Hello, miss." A smooth voice greets us at the door.

"This is Max, our butler," Carol says pointing to the old man. He has white hair and was eating Pringles.

"I am Keagon, but you can call me Keegs." Keagon says and my mouth falls open at that.

She never lets anyone call her Keegs, except Kyle.

"You're going to let this guy you just met call you by your sacred nickname?" I ask Keagon with a flicker of jealousy.

"He has food." Keagon shrugs and brightens when Max offers her some of his Pringles which she happily takes.

"Max will show you both to your rooms. You must be tired, Max will take you to your room." Carol says and goes off, probably to compensate for the lost sleep of yesterday.

The room Max shows me is huge, with cream-colored with light brown highlights. A huge bed sits in the middle, a vanity table, two doors, and a window that allows lots of sunshine. I open the first door and it's a walk-in closet that is already filled with clothes! The next door is the bathroom and it's huge - with a jacuzzi bathtub.

I go take a nice calming bath with the water turned to the hottest medium. It burns my skin, but I like it. After an hour in the jacuzzi, I wrap a towel around myself and get into comfortable clothes from my closet.

I sigh as I get into bed and fall asleep within seconds.

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"Aria, Keagon, Wyatt, dinner is ready. Get down here in ten minutes." Carol's voice booms through the intercom.

I wash my face with cold water and trudge downstairs. Wyatt is already seated at the table and I sit down opposite him.

"Where's the little brat? Crying in her room? Oh wait, it's not her room after all." Wyatt asks me with a snicker and I just stare at his pretty face.

He looks so hot.

Carol sits down next to Wyatt and smiles at me.

"Do you like your room?" She asks to which I nod.

"The interior designer will be here tomorrow, you can change the design of your room as you like," Carol tells me and I nod again.

"Where's Keagon?' She asks me again and I shrug but Wyatt answers her.

"Probably too busy crying over her dead parents." He snickers and Carol's face turns hard.

"Do you even know what you're talking about Wyatt? She is a kid for god's sake. No wonder the kid hasn't come out of the room. And don't forget that she'll be your sister in a week. You're grounded. For a week." Carol fires and Wyatt first looks surprised, then anger takes over. He gets up, and storms away, knocking the chair down.

"I am sorry about him," Carol tells me and I nod.

Keagon is a little kid, who has just lost her family in a fatal accident. It's not fair to Keagon that Wyatt keeps bad-mouthing her.

My crush in him diminishes just a little bit.

I lay on my bed thinking about Wyatt and how he spoke about Wyatt. Carol asked me to take some food to Keagon, which I did, but she refused to open the door.

The door to my room opens and Wyatt walks in. I blink a few times and it's really Wyatt and not a hallucination.

"Hi, W-why are you-?"

"When are you leaving?" He asks.

What is he talking about?

Seeing my clueless, he sighs.

"When are you leaving my house with that spawn of a devil?"

Spawn of a devil?

Is he talking about Keagon?

'Uhm... You do know that the said 'spawn of a devil' will be your sister in less than a week right?" I ask biting my lip.

"Exactly!" He sighs running a hand through his hair. "That's exactly why you have to leave in four days."

My crush in him diminishes a bit more at his words.

Keagon is just five and just lost her whole family in a fatal accident. She doesn't deserve any of this shit. My heart breaks for the cute kid.

WHY DID I EVEN LIKE THIS GUY?

"... I know you're poor," Wyatt has been talking. "Here, you can leave with this." He hands me a paper and then swiftly walks away.

A cheque for ten thousand dollars.

My eyes sting a bit as I crumple the paper up, first my mom goes ahead and dies, then my dad starts to hit me, then the good family that takes me in die, and now even Wyatt wants me to live.

Nobody likes me.

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