His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 99: He Should Be Looking At Me

Chapter 99- He Should Be Looking At Me

LOGAN'S POV

I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Naomi.

This Naomi was ruthless. This Naomi was a verbal assassin. This Naomi had just burned through an entire group of gossip mongers so thoroughly that they'd need to be reborn to recover.

And damn, was it satisfying to watch.

I leaned back in my chair, biting back a laugh as I watched the chaos unfold. The classroom was dead silent except for the occasional gasp, the suppressed chuckles, and the sound of people losing their will to live as Naomi systematically destroyed them.

One by one, she picked them apart.

Not just the blog. Not just the cameras.

She went for their souls.

It was beautiful.

I mean, they wanted gossip, right? That was their whole thing. Digging up dirt, spreading rumors, making sure everyone had something to whisper about in the hallways.

Well, congratulations to them—because now they were the story.

They should enjoy it. Their blog was about to see more traffic than it ever had. Hell, this might be their peak moment. They should ride the wave, squeeze every last drop out of this before their site collapses under the weight of its own stupidity.

Because it will collapse.

They should start drafting their goodbyes now. Maybe make a memorial post.

"RIP to our blog: Murdered by Naomi."

I'd read that.

Naomi stood there, completely unbothered, watching them like they were specks of dirt on her shoe. She hadn't just put them in their place—she had shoved them into a deep, dark hole where they'd never crawl out from.

She made sure of that.

I smirked, shaking my head.

For the first time ever, I was proud of her.

Sure, Naomi could be a pain in the ass sometimes, but right now? Right now, she had earned every ounce of respect I had.

They thought she was quiet. Thought they could push her around, bully her into giving them a reaction.

And oh, she gave them a reaction.

She gave them everything they deserved.

Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

Naomi wasn't prey.

She was the hunter.

And today, they were the ones bleeding.

I decided right then and there—I was going to spare her.

No punishment. No consequences.

Because what she just did to those pathetic excuses for bloggers?

They were still standing there, looking like lost children in the aftermath of a tornado, when Naomi rolled her eyes and flicked her hand.

"Get out of my sight."

Damn.

She didn't even look at them like they were worth her time.

Absolute savage.

And yet, they were still standing there, probably too stunned to function.

How stubborn could they be?

Tyler, of course, was the first one to speak.

"Aren't you all hearing my girlfriend when she told you to get out of her sight?"

I nearly choked on my own laughter.

Tyler might have just won the award for the most unnecessary flex of the century.

Naomi had already slaughtered them, and this guy really felt the need to step in like some knight in shining armor?

She didn't need saving.

She was the danger.

And honestly?

I was loving every second of it.

"You lots are stubborn."

He corrected himself. "No, my bad. You lot are so stubborn."

His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched. "Now get the fuck out of this class before I give you a piece of what you all deserve."

That was all it took.

The so-called 'journalists' scrambled to their feet, tripping over themselves in their rush to leave. Phones were still recording, whispers filled the air, and just like that, their dirty little secrets had been exposed for the entire school to feast on.

This was only the beginning for them.

And damn, I was proud.

Because why not?

They thought they could humiliate Naomi? Tear her down and leave her with nothing? Well, look how the tables turned. I had never been prouder of her in my entire life.

The second those gossip-hungry cockroaches disappeared, the atmosphere in the classroom shifted. A slow murmur grew into something louder, stronger. Then, out of nowhere, the entire class erupted into cheers.

"Naa-ooo-mii! Naa-ooo-mii! Naa-ooo-mii!"

They chanted her name like she was some kind of legend, their voices filling every corner of the room.

And Naomi?

She didn't react. She just... lowered her head onto her desk, silent.

No smile. No laughter. Nothing.

She wasn't basking in the attention or soaking in the victory. She just sat there, still, almost like she hadn't just torn them apart with her words.

I was about to check on her when something caught my eye.

Tyler.

He was staring at Naomi.

No—he wasn't just staring at her. He was admiring her.

His gaze held something that made my blood run hot.

Pride.

Tyler was looking at Naomi like he was proud of her.

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My stomach twisted, anger bubbling to the surface so fast it nearly choked me.

Why the fuck was he looking at her like that?

Didn't she just tell me—less than ten minutes ago—that there was nothing going on between them? That whatever bullshit rumors people were spreading about them weren't true?

Then why the fuck was he staring at her like she was his?

Tyler, don't.

I swear to God, don't.

Even after I warned him to stay away from me, even after I made it crystal clear that he needed to be careful—he still wasn't looking at me.

He should be looking at me.

Not her.

Not anyone else.

Just me.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palm. A part of me knew how ridiculous this was. I knew it. But I didn't give a fuck.

Tyler should have already come to me by now. He should have thanked me for what I did—for clearing things up, for making sure Naomi didn't say something that would make things worse. He should have walked up to me, looked me in the eyes, and said, "Logan, thank you. I appreciate you. You saved my ass back there."

But did he?

No.

He just stood there, staring at her.

Like she was the only one who mattered.

Fuck that.

Fuck him.

If he didn't walk up to me and apologize this very instant, I was going to make both of their lives miserable.

I didn't care that I just said I would free Naomi from whatever bullshit shackles I had put her in. That didn't matter anymore.

Because my mind was made up.

I was going to ruin them.

I had ideas—plenty of them. But none of them were perfect yet. No, I needed something flawless. Something that would make sure they never—never—looked at each other with anything other than regret.

By the time I was done with them, there wouldn't be any lingering glances. No proud smiles. No stolen moments.

Only chaos.

Tsk.

I sucked my teeth in annoyance, my eyes never leaving Tyler.

I had already figured out Naomi's punishment.

She was going to buy a brand-new hardcover notebook and fill every single page with the same sentence:

"I'm sorry, Logan."

Over and over again.

I didn't care if she was uncomfortable with it. I didn't care if she thought it was childish or petty. She was going to do it.

And as for Tyler?

I hadn't figured out the perfect punishment for him yet, but I would.

And when I did?

He was going to wish he had never looked at her like that.