Chapter 39. Rumors, Rumors, Rumors...

I got pissed and left the kitchen to secure myself in my room. I'm not annoyed by what Tyler brought up; I'm only distraught at myself that I did that without contemplating it first. That was genuinely some unacceptable move that I made. It wasn't terrible, however, and perhaps I gave him an expectation that he might in any case converse with me? Ugh! I don't have the foggiest idea.

It sucks.

It was nearly supper when I escaped my space to get a chips to eat when I perceived how Tyler kneaded Bertha's midsection while she was lying on the lounge chair. They look tranquil to watch, and I just rested on my entryway while I was watching them.

"I actually can't deal with why you picked that person, Bertha," I facetiously said to prod Tyler.

Bertha took a gander at me, and she just grinned pleasantly as an answer to what I said, while Tyler scowled at me and behaved like he needed to go after me, so I behaved like one as well.

"Quiet down, youngsters," Berth