Chapter 67: Unwanted Passenger
Tyler's POV
I sat at the dinning chair as I stared at the door in disbelief as Naomi stepped in, grinning from ear to ear like she just won the damn lottery.
Not her again.
Of all people in this world, why did it have to be Naomi?
"Morning, Tyler." She chirped, her high-pitched voice cutting through my already banged-up head like a knife.
I closed my eyes and muttered a silent prayer for patience. Maybe if I acted like I didn't see her, she would disappear.
"Tyler, did you hear what I said?" My mom's voice brought me back to reality.
"Mom, I told you… I'm not dropping her off." I groaned, rubbing my temple.
Naomi just stood there, her hands behind her back like the little devil she was, smiling sweetly like she didn't know she was the reason my night at the club was a whole-ass nightmare.
"Oh come on, Ty. You owe me one." She batted her lashes dramatically.
