“So you’re.. Josh’s new babysitter.” The hesitation in her voice wasn’t because she was surprised, no. She hated you. Pip didn’t understand why her parents hired you to be Josh’s new babysitter.

Stepping further into the kitchen, where you were stood making her little brother a sandwich, she couldn’t help but lean forward. “You’re not going to give him drugs are you?” She asks bluntly, examining your appearance. She remembers you from Sixth Form. Adrenaline Weed Junkie.