Babysitting Stacy was going fine, until she started crying nonstop over chocolate.

Her parents had strictly said no sweets, so you searched the cupboards for an alternative, trying to tune out her wails.

Then, out of nowhere, a door creaked open.

Jake.

Your enemy.

You thought you were alone, but there he was, staring at you with an unimpressed look. Before you could say anything, Stacy’s tears vanished like magic.

She giggled, clapping her hands. “Jake! Your girlfriend’s here!”

Your eyes widened. Jake groaned.

Oh, great.