His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 96: From One Problem To Another

Chapter 96: From One Problem to Another

Tyler's POV

I was still laughing at Naomi, watching her pale face and the way she kept looking over her shoulder as if Logan was still lurking around the corner, when the bell rang through the speakers.

Finally. Lunch break was over.

"Thank God," I muttered to myself, stretching as I stood up. "I was starting to think this break would never end."

I didn't even bother picking up my tray. I had better things to do than clean up after myself, and besides, Naomi was still sitting there, frozen like she had just seen a ghost.

As I turned to leave, I heard her whine behind me.

"Are you seriously going without me?" She pouted dramatically, standing up as if I had just broken her heart.

I scoffed. "If class was really that important to you, you would've stood up the moment the bell rang." I gave her a side glance as I walked away. "But somehow, I'm the bad guy for getting up first? You never fail to amaze me, Naomi."

She groaned before jogging to catch up.

"Wait for me! I really don't care about your excuses, Tyler," she huffed. "You can never act like a gentleman."

I smirked, not bothering to slow down. "Maybe that's because you aren't the kind of lady someone can be a gentleman for. So, sorry for not being one."

Naomi gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like I had just insulted her entire existence. "You always have a clapback, Tyler. No matter what, you always have the last word."

I shrugged. "Thanks, I guess?"

She rolled her eyes while I picked up my pace. I just wanted to get this class over with.

Honestly, I had been saying I was tired since the first period this morning, and I was going to keep saying it. I would keep complaining until the semester was over. Maybe even tomorrow, I'd show up early just to complain some more.

That was my plan for the rest of the school year.

As we walked through the halls, I suddenly remembered something—my notebook.

Shit.

I had left my notes in my locker, but the idea of going all the way back to get them? Not happening.

If the teacher had a problem with me not having my books, they could send me out. Not that they ever would.

So, screw it.

I pushed open the classroom door, and my eyes landed on Logan.

Already here?

How the hell did he get here so fast?

Dude should be in Fast and Furious or something.

I walked in like I didn't notice him, heading straight for my seat. Just as I was about to sit down, Naomi moved to take the empty chair beside me.

But then she froze.

Her eyes met Logan's.

Immediately, she bowed her head dramatically, like she was some servant in a medieval movie.

Then, as if her chair had caught fire, she straightened up and bolted to the other side of the classroom, sitting as far away from Logan as possible.

Oh, wow.

Now she was really scared of him.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

Wasn't this the same Naomi who claimed she wasn't scared of anyone as long as they were human?

Well, I guess Logan wasn't human.

That was the only explanation for the way she practically ran to the other side of the classroom the second she locked eyes with him.

At least that was a plus for me.

If Logan kept showing up, Naomi wouldn't dare disturb me in class anymore. I could finally have some peace of mind—at least until Logan left. And I planned to enjoy every damn second of it.

The teacher wasn't here yet, so I pulled out my phone and started scrolling.

Nothing interesting.

Still, it was something to keep me occupied, so I kept scrolling anyway.

A win is a win, I thought to myself.

I was lost in my own world when—BANG!

The door swung open so loudly that I snapped my head up.

Who the hell had just slammed the door like that?

Then I saw them.

The school blog crew.

Microphones. A video recorder.

I let out a slow breath, already regretting existing in this moment.

"What the hell are these people doing in my class?" I muttered under my breath.

One thing was certain—if the school blog came looking for you, it was never for a good reason.

Their entire existence revolved around gossip, rumors, and ruining people's lives for entertainment.

They started walking in my direction.

I frowned. Maybe they were going for someone sitting behind me?

But no.

They stopped right in front of me, shoving a mic in my face.

"Mr. Tyler," one of them began, voice filled with fake enthusiasm, "would you mind telling us about your relationship with your beloved girlfriend, Naomi?"

What?

I blinked. Excuse me?

They weren't done.

"And could you also tell us when you and Alexis broke up? When did you start dating Naomi?"

The hell?

"It was as if you never even moved on," the reporter continued, "like you've always had a crush on Naomi and were just waiting for the right time to make your move."

I stared at them.

Were they insane?

No, seriously, who gave them the audacity to stand here and say all this nonsense with a straight face?

Around us, students started pulling out their phones, recording everything.

Just great.

Why did it feel like my life was turning into one giant temptation after temptation?

Can't a guy just exist in peace?

At first, I had thought they were here to interview someone else, but nope.

Apparently, today was Let's Mess With Tyler Day.

I clenched my jaw and looked at them, my patience running dangerously low.

It was time to put these idiots in their place.

"If you—" I turned my gaze to the one holding the mic, then to the entire blog crew, "any of you—don't want to be very unfortunate this very instant, I suggest you get that thing out of my face. Right. Now."

My voice was calm, but my eyes? Burning.

"Or else," I added darkly, "you'll regret ever stepping in front of me with this bullshit."

The reporter's face paled as the mic was yanked away from my face in record time.

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Good.

They finally got the message.

But just when I thought they were done—

"Seems our dear Tyler isn't in the mood to talk," the head of the blog crew announced, then turned his attention elsewhere.

Straight to Naomi.

"How about we ask our beloved girlfriend over there?"

Oh, for fuck's sake.