Go to his room

Despite wanting to pretend that whole debacle never happened, you know you'll be fretting for months until you get some closure. Hell, there are some things you said in second grade that still come back to haunt you when you're trying to work or sleep.

I have to talk to him about this. I need to know just what he's planning to do after all that. God, I can only hope he wasn't filming it somehow. I'd kill myself.

You open the door, looking both ways through the hall before stepping out. Mom hasn't come upstairs as far as you can tell, and Dad should still be out. If you strain your ears, you think you can hear metal against ceramic downstairs. Though, that could just be wishful thinking. It could be aircon units next door, or the house settling, or your fan gently pushing hot air around your room because it's better than nothing in this climate.

You're stalling. You know you're stalling. You figure you're justified in doing so, with the idiotic prank you just had played on you, and the possible aftermath you're probably going to have to face right now. You'd be surprised if anything besides stalling was your first response.

You stop before his door and knock. You don't hear anything inside change. You knock again, louder this time. Still nothing.

You open the door a crack and see him at his desk, writing in a notebook and bobbing his head to something playing on his headphones. You open it further and he spots you, head turning in your direction. His eyes widen as he presses something on his phone and takes the headphones off. "Hey, before you say anything, I have to ask: what was it you said earlier? I forgot to ask."

You're taken off guard. "What— what are you talking about?"

"You shouted something outside my door earlier, but I didn't hear what it was. I forgot to go to your room and ask, though."

Forgot? Just how far is he willing to take this? Surely he has to bore of this prank at some point. "Mom said dinner would be ready in an hour."

"Oh, alright. Thanks. So, what's up?"

You should know. "It's about what happened earlier."

He frowns. "You mean the thing I just asked about?"

You shake my head. "No. The thing in my room."

"Uh..." He seems to be at a loss. His acting is convincing, you'll give him that. He's almost got you fooled. "I haven't been in your room all day, so I'm not sure what you're coming to me for."