29. It's really nice to get flogged

There was only me and Ty at home when the doorbell rang at about 6 PM. I was simply lying on my bed in my room, scrolling through my phone. But since I was sure it was Aaron, I decided to let Ty go and open the door.

But after a second, my room door clicked open and Ty came walking in with his hands tucked inside his pockets. "Go, open the door," he said, looking at me.

"You go open. It’s your house," I said sitting up, sheepishly.

"You go let him in or he will stay there itself," he said blankly, making me groan inwardly.

"Hmm..okay. I'll go get him. You go and arrange your table and books and all," I said.

"No way!" he shrieked. "Tell him to stay in the living room. He isn't coming upstairs."

"Oh C'mon Ty...", I groaned.

"Shut up! I don't even like him stepping inside my house. So, stay downstairs. I'll bring the books," he said sternly. I sighed and crawled out of my bed, walking out of the room. At least he decided to let Aaron in. It's already a big deal.

I skipped