CARLOS' POV

My phone rang. I threw it against the wall. Might as well let it break. I didn't have any money to pay for it anyway.

"OPEN UP!" James yelled banging on our apartment door.

James Diamond was my stupid tall friend who constantly forgets his damn keys.

"FUCK OFF." I yelled trying to go back to sleep.

But of course he didn't let me. The annoying little fuck that he was. He kept banging until I angrily got up and opened the door.

"The next time you forget your fucking keys I will fucking murder you in your sleep."

"Yeah yeah." he rolled his eyes pushing by me and walking into the kitchen.

I slammed the door shut.

"So when do you plan on getting a job?" James asked stuffing his face.

"When do you plan to stop whoring around?" I asked.

James fucked every living thing in sight. No wonder he's got relationship problems.

"You're not funny." he snapped flatly.

"Oh and you making fun that I can't find a job? Fucking hilarious." I snapped back.

"Why do I still live with you?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes.

James and I were friends since pre-k. I loved him like a brother but he got on my nerves more than anything else. I walked into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. 22 and broke. How pathetic could my life get? I had so much going for me in high school. Now I can't find a job and I'm home all day doing nothing. Ugh why am I alive? I splashed cold water on my face and walked back to the kitchen.

"Hey the newspaper has a bunch of ads for jobs." James said throwing it at me.

"Thanks." I nodded skimming through it.

"See you tonight!" he yelled and was out the door.

I stopped at an ad that caught my eye.

Full time Nanny

I am looking for a full time nanny.

If you are interested call (438) 652-3211

We can discuss the details over the phone.

Logan Mitchell

I bit my lip. I guess it wouldn't hurt to call. I dailed the number.

"Logan Mitchell speaking." said a scratchy voice.

"Uh. Hi. I'm calling for the ad in the paper?"

"You want to be a nanny?" he asked confused.

"Well I would like to discuss the details first."

"Uh sure. What's your name and number?"

"Carlos Garcia." I said and gave him my number.

"I'll call you when I'm free and we'll set up a date to meet up?"

"Sure." I nodded.

"Okay. Good day."

I hung up. Now that was freaking awkward. Now what to do today. I plopped myself on the couch and sat there staring at the ceiling. I cannot believe I was even thinking about taking this job. I hate kids. I absolutely loath kids.

I was falling asleep when my phone rang, disrupting me of even thinking of going back to sleep. Annoyed, I picked it up. It was Logan Mitchell telling me he was free tonight to meet up. I didn't have a car. Shit. I told him I'd be there then called James.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Does it matter? I'm busy." he snapped out of breath.

"Stop whoring around and get over here. I need a ride."

"I'm bu-"

"You get over here and I'll be out of your hair." I cut him off.

He sighed loudly. "Fine. I'll be there in an hour."

I hung up and got a text from Logan Mitchell. He texted me his address. I raised my eyebrows. He lived in the 'rich' area of the town. When James got home, 3 hours later he drove us to his house.

"An hour huh?" I asked James in the car.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry. He was fucking hot. You should have seen his di-"

"Don't need to know!"

"Fine."

We neared toward the house and our mouths dropped.

"Are we robbing this place?" James asked.

"Whaaaa. No. I-This is where he lives." I said looking down at the addresss to make sure we didn't get the wrong house. James drove into the driveway but stopped when the gate didn't open up. The gaurd came toward us.

"You are?" he asked.

"Carlos Garcia. I have an appointment with Mr. Mitchell?" I said before James could open his big mouth.

He nodded and opened the gate.

"Man, this guy is loaded. What do you think he does for a living?" James said, parking in front of the mansion.

"I don't know, really."

"He's probably in the mafia."

We looked at the 4 story white house surrounded by gardens filled with red roses. We walked up the stone steps and rang the doorbell. After a couple of minutes the big double doors opened slowly.

"You must be Mr. Garcia." the man in black and white nodded at me.

"I am."

"Who's he?' he asked nodding at James.

"He's my friend."

The man raised his eyebrows.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be a problem." I said.

The man nodded. "I'm Jermey. Mr. Mitchell's butler. I'll show you the way."

We followed him but halfway through the hall James disappeared.

"Should I be concerened?" Jermey asked me.

I shook my head. "He isn't going to do anything stupid.

The house was gorgeous. It was literally all white. And it was huge. He led me into the living room. A pale man was sitting on the couch, sipping tea.

"Mr. Mitchell, your guest is here." Jeremy did courtsy.

Mr. Mitchell looked up and looked at me. I have never been intimidated in my life but this guy made me want to shit myself.

"That will be all Jeremy." he told the butler. "Come sit down." he said to me.

Jeremy left. I was afraid to sit anywhere near him.

"Nice to meet you." I said extending my hand.

"Likewise." he said but didn't bother returning the handshake.

I awkwardly put my hand down. He was cute.

"Do you have any experience with kids?" he asked.

"I grew up with 3 siblings, all younger than me." I answered.

I didn't really have any real experience but this guy was rich and if I work for him I would probably afford everything and anything.

"I couldn't be bothered, you seem like a nice man. But you do understand that I need a full time nanny right."

"Yes." I nodded.

"Which means you are here before my daughter and son wake up and you can only leave after they are fast asleep."

I nodded again.

"Can you cook?"

"Yes, but only traditional meals."

"That's okay I have a cookbook you can learn from."

I nodded. "That would be fine."

"The highest price that I will go up to is 30$ an hour."

30$ an hour? I had to take all my strength to not drop my mouth.

"I-I think that would be fine."

What the hell did this guy do for a living? I did not want to be apart of no gang or anything.

"I-I'm sorry to intrude, but what exactly do you do?" I asked.

"I am a 22 year old heart surgon."

"A heart surgon at the age of 22? How in the world can you afford all this?" I blurted out.

Oh shit. That was probably a bad idea.

"I don't believe that is any of your business." he said simply.

"Of-Of course."

"Holy snap Carlos. This man is freaking-" James stopped in his tracks when he looked at Logan.

"T-This is James. He's my...friend." I said.

"You start tomorrow." Logan said to me then called Jeremy.

When Jermey got here Logan told Jeremy to show us out and went upstairs. We akwardly walked outside and sat in James' car.

"So what does he do?" James asked, driving out of Logan's parking lot.

"He's a doctor."

"A doctor? He must be a crooked doctor then."

He probably was but I needed the money. "I took the job." I told him.

"To be a nanny?" he asked.

"Yeah, full time."

"You hate kids."

"I know but it's 30 bucks an hour."

"What?" he yelled. "Damn. What do you thik it will take me to get with him?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Oh you're a gold digger now?"

He rolled his eyes. "No..."

should i continue? i started writing chapter 2 but im not exactly sure if i should keep going.