Noan

You were at home when you received a text message from your mom.

"Honey, I need you to go to Linda's because Noah is sick and she won't be home." She says. "Linda is your enemy Noah's mother."

Your mom and his mom are best friends. You roll your eyes, get ready, and head to his house.

You arrive and Linda greets you as she's about to leave for work. You enter and head to his room. He's lying in bed, sick.
You stood in the doorway of his room, arms crossed over your chest. He was sprawled in bed, disheveled, the blanket pulled up to his chin, squinting at you in irritation.

"Your name," he muttered through his stuffy nose, looking up lazily. "What are you doing here?"

"Believe me, this wasn't my idea," you said coldly. "Linda's at work, and your mom needed 'help' urgently. Congratulations, you have a nanny."

“I wish I were dead,” he muttered, turning away to the wall.