His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 109: What The Hell Is Going On

Chapter 109- What The Hell Is Going On?

Tyler's POV

I rolled my eyes as I watched Naomi knock on the door.

The second it opened, she stepped inside like she owned the place.

I scoffed.

She just got back from class. Shouldn't she be heading home? Taking a long shower? Eating something? Sleeping?

But no.

Instead of doing the logical thing, she decided to come straight to my house.

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Typical.

I shook my head as I finally parked the car properly and stepped out.

I made sure to lock it before heading inside.

When I reached the front door, I noticed it was already open.

I pushed it wider and stepped in, only to see Naomi sitting at the dining table with her arms crossed like she was about to interrogate me.

And right beside her—

My mom.

Great.

"Tyler, what did you do to Naomi?" my mom asked.

I raised a brow and turned to Naomi, who was already smirking like she knew she had me trapped.

Wait.

Did she—?

"You reported me to my mom?" I asked, completely unimpressed.

What did she expect? That my mom would punish me? Ground me? Send me to prison?

I let out a dry chuckle. "What exactly did you want her to do? Spank me? Lecture me? Write me a ticket for hurting your feelings?"

Naomi just rolled her eyes. "Answer the question, Tyler. What did you do to me?"

I scoffed. "Naomi, I don't have time for this. If you and my mom really need answers, then why don't you both sit here and figure it out yourselves while I go take a nap?"

I dropped the car keys on the table and turned toward the stairs, ready to leave this nonsense behind.

But before I could take another step—

"Tyler."

My mom's voice stopped me in my tracks.

I turned back slowly, narrowing my eyes.

She looked... conflicted.

Like she was angry at me but also hiding something.

I exhaled sharply. "Can we just cut the crap? Do you want me to apologize so we can all move on?"

"You better apologize," my mom said firmly.

I groaned and dragged a hand down my face.

Fine.

"Alright, Naomi," I said lazily. "I'm sorry for getting you angry. It wasn't intentional. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me."

I didn't mean a single word.

The only reason I was saying this was because of my mom. If she wasn't here, Naomi could wait a lifetime before getting an apology from me.

Naomi tilted her head. Then, with a smirk, she said, "I didn't hear you clearly. Repeat yourself."

I swear this girl was the devil.

I clenched my jaw.

I was already frustrated and just wanted to get to my room, so I repeated myself, this time louder, just to get it over with.

Naomi grinned.

"Good," she said. "Apology received."

Then she leaned back in her chair and added, "And apology not accepted."

I stared at her.

If she wasn't going to accept it, then why the hell did she make me repeat myself?!

She better hope my mom never leaves the room because the second she does—

Naomi is done for.

"Hope you heard her? You need to do better, Tyler," my mom said.

I rolled my eyes as Naomi flashed her the sweetest smile and hugged her like she had just won an Oscar for best performance in pissing me off.

"Thank you, Mom," Naomi said before walking out of the house, still acting smug.

My mom went to lock the door while I turned to head upstairs.

But of course—

She stopped me.

"Tyler..." she started, her voice slightly nervous.

I sighed. "What now?"

"How was school?"

I raised a brow. "Fine."

"Did you learn well in school?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Yes?"

"You didn't get into trouble, right?" she asked.

I almost laughed.

"Mom, why are you asking me all these questions when you already know I beat someone up?" I asked, genuinely confused.

She blinked, then let out an awkward laugh. "Oh... right! I forgot about that."

She smiled. Weirdly.

That was suspicious, but whatever.

I turned to leave, only for her to stop me again.

"Your principal told me about the trip," she said quickly.

I sighed. "And?"

"I know it's going to be so fun!" she added, clapping her hands like she was talking to a five-year-old.

I rubbed my temples. "Mom, can we please talk about this after I wake up?"

She nodded, but just as I turned to finally leave—

"Wait, Tyler!"

I froze.

I turned back slowly. "Mom, what now?"

"When did the principal say the trip was going to happen?"

I narrowed my eyes.

Something wasn't right.

Why was she asking me a question she already knew the answer to?

I folded my arms. "Why are you asking me the same thing twice?"

She smiled. "No reason!"

I studied her carefully.

She looked... jumpy.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yes!" she said a little too quickly.

I squinted at her.

"And why the hell are you wearing a sexy nightgown in this hot weather?"

Her eyes went wide. "No—nothing, son! I just felt like wearing it," she said, waving her hand dismissively.

But I wasn't buying it.

Something was off.

Something was definitely off.

And I had a strong feeling that whatever she was hiding—

It was upstairs.

Probably in my room.

I took a deep breath. "Mom, why are you stalling me?"

She gulped.

I took a step closer. "Are you hiding something?"

She shook her head. "What? N-No..."

I raised a brow. "Mom, let's just wrap this up—what are you hiding?"

She hesitated, looking everywhere but at me.

Her guilt was all over her face.

She was hiding something.

And now, I needed to know what it was.

"Okay then," I said, turning back toward the stairs. "If you won't tell me, I'll just go to my room and take a nap."

"Tyler, wait!" she pleaded, grabbing my wrist.

I ripped my hand away and shot her a look.

Now I knew for sure.

Something was in my room.

And I was going to find out.

I took the stairs two at a time.

"Tyler, please don't open the door!" she yelled.

But it was too late.

She had her chance to explain.

Now?

I was going to see for myself.

I grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, and pushed the door open.

And then—

I froze.

"What the hell—?"

I stared at the person in my room.

"Who do we have here?" I asked, my voice dripping with disbelief.

I scanned the half-naked figure standing awkwardly in my space.

It was as if he was hiding in my room

Then my eyes landed on something in their hands—

panties.

I blinked.

"Why are you in my room?" I asked, completely stunned.

"And why the hell are you holding my mom's panties?!"