15: You Might Just Prove Me Wrong

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"Your home?" is the first thing I hear as soon as I close the door to my house

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"Your home?" is the first thing I hear as soon as I close the door to my house. It was my dad, his voice echoed from what I think is the kitchen.

"Yeah," I say and bend down to pet Benji. With all this Aaron related drama I haven't been paying much attention to my dog.

"What I'd do to be you," I tell him as I pet him some more.

"How was your day?" he questions.

"Miserable," I admit.

"Lux," I hear dad call and I stand up.

"Yeah?"

"Come here."

"What's up?" I say and walk over to the kitchen. My mouth opens as I find Aaron Reeves and his friends sitting at the dining table. I lock eyes with Aaron and he smiles at me widely.

"Your friends are here."

I glance over to my dad who is standing beside the island. He's preparing some grilled cheese sandwiches. He looks up at me, a smile on his face and I force myself to smile back so he doesn't realize that something is wrong.

"Oh," is all I respond.

"Grilled cheese?" he questions.

"Uh no, thanks."

"Well sit," he says as he walks over to the table and places the sandwiches in the middle.

"Thank you so much sir, I love these," says Omar as he takes two sandwiches from the plate.

"Thank you," says Bianca and she grabs one as well along with SoHo.

"Aren't you going to sit?" asks Aaron.

I stare at him in surprise until I realize that my dad isn't looking and I narrow my eyes.

"Actually," I say, "Aaron can we talk?"

Aaron gives me a half smile as he lets out a small laugh.

"Sure," he responds and walks over to me.

I grab his arm and pull him with me as I lead us upstairs so that no one can hear us, knowing very well that if I would have stayed downstairs my dad would have made it his mission to hear us.

I open the door to my room and turn on the light before throwing Aaron's arm away from me.

"Ow," he says, "geez." He moves his arm a bit, massaging it while at it.

"What the hell?" I demand.

Aaron lets out a groan whilst rolling his eyes. He begins to walk around my room before settling on my bed.

"Your rooms not that different from what I imagined it to look like," he comments.

I let out a scoff and walk over to him before punching him on the arm.

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