His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 77: Unwanted Company

Chapter 77 – Unwanted Company

Tyler's POV

I sat there, watching everything unfold like I wasn't even in the room.

What the hell was happening?

A few minutes ago, Logan was ignoring me like I was some invisible piece of furniture. Now, he wanted to switch seats — all because I was talking to Naomi?

Was he serious?

If he was trying to make me feel bad, then congratulations to him because he was doing a damn good job at it.

But why the hell was he acting like such a little bitch?

I mean... he was the one who told me he didn't want me anymore, right? He was the one who didn't want my forgiveness.

So why was he suddenly angry that I was talking to a girl?

I leaned back on my chair, crossing my arms, pretending not to care, but deep down...

It hurt.

I hated the way he was acting like I didn't exist — like I never even mattered.

I watched as Mr. Collins bombarded Logan with endless questions about why he wanted to change seats. It was clear Logan was already getting pissed off.

"Look, Mr. Collins," Logan finally snapped, his voice laced with frustration. "Can we skip all these unnecessary questions and just get to the part where you allow me to switch seats?"

That was Logan for you — always impatient, always acting like he was too good for everything.

Mr. Collins adjusted his glasses and stared at him for a few seconds before speaking.

"I'll only allow you to switch seats if someone agrees to take your place."

Logan let out a frustrated sigh, running his fingers through his messy hair.

"Any volunteers?" Mr. Collins asked, looking around the class.

I prayed — I mean, really prayed — that nobody would volunteer.

Let him sit there and stew in whatever anger he was feeling.

But before Mr. Collins could even finish his sentence, I heard the most annoying, high-pitched voice scream from behind me.

"Me! Me! Me! I want to sit with him!"

Oh... dear God.

I already knew who the voice belonged to before I even turned around.

Naomi.

I slowly turned my head, hoping — just hoping — that maybe I was imagining things.

But there she was — smiling like a damn pick me girl — waving her hands in the air like she had just won the lottery.

I facepalmed myself right there and then.

Why couldn't this girl just leave me the hell alone?

I was this close — this close — to selling her off to the highest bidder.

Mr. Collins arched his brow, clearly surprised.

"And who might you be?"

Naomi giggled, flipping her hair like one of those girls in cheesy romance movies.

"I'm Naomi, sir. I'm a transfer student... today's my first day."

Mr. Collins narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"If today is your first day, why are you so eager to sit with Tyler? Someone you don't even know?"

I froze.

Oh no.

Please, Naomi... please, for the love of everything good in this world... keep your damn mouth shut.

But of course...

This is Naomi we're talking about.

She smiled sweetly, batting her eyelashes like a whole fool.

"Because Tyler is my boyfriend."

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I swear to God...

My soul left my body at that moment.

What the actual hell was this girl saying?!

I glanced at Logan immediately — and just like I feared — his head shot up like someone had just poured boiling water on him.

His sharp eyes flicked between me and Naomi, and for a second... I swear I saw something flicker in those hazel eyes of his.

Jealousy?

No.

It couldn't be.

He didn't care about me anymore... right?

I felt like slamming my head on the desk repeatedly.

Naomi was single-handedly ruining my entire life without even trying.

This was exactly why I didn't want to get close to anyone — they always made everything worse.

And to make matters worse... Mr. Collins was a whole gossip machine.

By lunchtime, half the school would probably know that Tyler and Naomi were dating.

What kind of miserable, fucked up life was this?

"Logan," Mr. Collins said, turning back to him. "Do you agree to switch seats with this... lady?"

I silently prayed that Logan would refuse.

Please... just this once...

But the universe clearly hated me.

Logan nodded without even looking at me.

I almost screamed.

THIS IS THE END.

Naomi squealed in excitement, grabbing her books and bag, ready to prance over to my seat like some high school princess.

I wanted to cry.

"Not so fast, Miss... whatever your name is," Mr. Collins suddenly stopped her with his annoying old-man voice.

Naomi froze mid-step.

"I haven't given you permission to move."

I almost kissed Mr. Collins out of gratitude right there.

Finally... some good news.

"But, sir... he already agreed to switch," Naomi pouted, trying to guilt-trip him with those fake-ass puppy eyes.

"I know what he said," Mr. Collins replied coldly. "But I give the final approval here."

Logan's POV

I couldn't take it anymore.

I needed to get away from him before I did something I'd regret.

I told Mr Collins that I wanted to change my sit when I couldn't take it anymore.

Tyler's head snapped towards me like he couldn't believe what he just heard.

Mr. Collins asked why I wanted to switch, throwing questions at me like I owed him an explanation. I was already losing my patience, but I kept my voice steady.

"I just... want to sit somewhere else," I muttered, not bothering to give a proper reason.

But the universe clearly hated me — because before Mr. Collins could even finish asking if anyone wanted to switch seats...

That annoying bitch Naomi shot her hand up like she was in a fucking game show.

My blood boiling.

Of course, it had to be her.

Out of all the people in this damn class — it just had to be her.

I turned slightly, watching the way Tyler facepalmed himself like he was already regretting his entire existence.

I should've laughed at how miserable he looked — but I couldn't.

Because the next words that came out of Naomi's mouth knocked the air right out of my lungs.

"He's my boyfriend, that's why I want to sit with him."

What...?

I blinked slowly — trying to process if I really heard what I just heard or if my brain was playing tricks on me.

Boyfriend?

Tyler?

Her boyfriend?

So... they were really dating?

I thought when she told Alexis that they were dating that it was lies?

I was such a fool...

A stupid, pathetic fool for thinking even for a second that something could actually happen between us.

I should have known.

Tyler was straight.

He always had been.

Whatever happened between us — it was just a mistake to him.

Something he wanted to forget.

And now... he had Naomi to help him forget it.

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to swallow the lump in my throat.

I should've said no.

I should've told Mr. Collins that I'd rather sit on the fucking floor than let that bitch take my seat.

But I didn't.

I just wanted to get away from Tyler.

I didn't want to be close to him anymore.

I didn't want to smell his stupid cologne or hear that soft voice of his.

I didn't want to sit beside him knowing he would never want me the way I wanted him.

He disgusted me.

I hated him.

I hated how easily he could move on while I was stuck here... feeling like I was going insane.

Naomi practically skipped over to our row like a little puppy, already packing her stuff before Mr. Collins even gave her permission.

Her giggles echoed through the classroom — a sound so irritating that it made my skin crawl.

I wanted to grab her by that stupid ponytail and throw her out the window.

But Mr. Collins — bless that man's messy, nosy soul — stopped her right in her tracks.

"I cannot allow two people that are dating to sit together, that is going to be a distraction, so you can go back to your previous seat, Ms Tyler."

"I wouldn't be approving the seat changing."

"You can request for that from another teacher and I'm sure that they aren't going to approve it either."

"What??"

"So I'd have to sit here with Tyler until the class ends?."