His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 107: Bigger Problem

Chapter 107- Bigger Problem

Tyler's POV

The moment the principal and Mr. Luis left, I grabbed my bag and stood up.

Why the hell would I still be sitting here?

Class was over, the decision was made, and there was nothing left to do except go home and mentally prepare myself for two weeks of pure hell.

But just as I turned to leave, my eyes landed on those low-budget couples in the corner, clutching hands and fake-crying like this was some kind of tragic love story.

Seriously?

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It's a two-week trip, not the sinking of the Titanic.

Why are they acting like one of them isn't going to survive?

The dramatics were giving me secondhand embarrassment.

If I had superpowers, the first thing I'd do would be to ruin whatever shitty relationship they had—make them cheat on each other, make them fight, break them up for good. Just for the fun of it.

But unfortunately, I don't have superpowers.

Which means I have to suffer through this bullshit like everyone else.

And then there's Logan.

Acting like he can smell some invisible curse on me—like just being near me is enough to ruin his entire life.

He's acting as if this is some fate-worse-than-death situation.

Like, hello?

Does he think I'm happy about this?

Because news flash—I don't want to be his damn roommate either.

But unlike him, I didn't whine and cry to the principal like a baby, begging to be switched.

I took it like a man.

Meanwhile, Logan acted like the world was ending just because he had to share a room with me.

Does he really think he's the only one suffering here?

I'd rather be roommates with Alexis than Logan.

And trust me, I hate Alexis.

But at least Alexis doesn't act like being in the same room as me is some kind of disease.

This is a mutual problem.

So, Logan needs to stop acting like he's the only one affected.

We're both miserable.

It's vice versa.

And there's absolutely nothing we can do about it.

With a frustrated sigh, I slung my bag over my shoulder and started walking out of the classroom.

My mind was a mess.

Two weeks.

Two whole weeks in the same room as Logan.

How the hell was I supposed to survive that?

I doubted I could.

Honestly?

I agreed with what Logan said earlier—one of us is going to die.

Because we're like a cat and a rat now.

There is no way we're making it through this trip without at least one attempt on each other's lives.

And I wouldn't even be mad if the trip got canceled.

In fact, I'd celebrate.

I wouldn't even care if they replaced the trip with some boring farm visit where we had to plant trees or milk cows.

As long as I wasn't stuck in the same room as Logan, I'd be fine.

This is going to be the longest two weeks of my life.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice Naomi sneaking up behind me.

Then—

"Rawr!"

She practically shouted it in my ear with a smirk.

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned to look at her, raising a brow.

Was that supposed to be scary?

Should I be screaming?

Should I be jumping in fear?

Or should I just collapse on the floor and pretend to be dead?

I gave her a blank stare. "Naomi... was that your idea of a scare?"

Naomi folded her arms, pretending to be mad.

"Oh, come on," she huffed. "You're no fun."

I shrugged. "Maybe. Or maybe your 'scare' just sucked."

She gasped dramatically. "Rude."

"Accurate," I corrected.

She narrowed her eyes at me, but I wasn't in the mood for her usual teasing.

Right now, all I cared about was going home and figuring out how the hell I was going to survive this trip.

Because one thing was for sure—

If I had to share a room with Logan for two weeks, I might not make it out alive.

.........And that's when it hit me.

I had bigger problems than just being Logan's roommate.

The trip? The stupid room assignments? All of that was nothing compared to the real issue.

I'm supposed to run away with my mom.

That was the plan.

We were supposed to leave—disappear—before things got worse.

But now?

Now there's a two-week trip standing in the way.

How the hell is that going to work?

Does that mean I have to skip the trip? Or do we have to postpone the escape until after I come back?

Either way, I don't like it.

I don't like not knowing what's going to happen next.

I don't like feeling trapped.

And for a split second, it was like my whole body wasn't even in the classroom anymore. My mind was spinning, drifting somewhere far away, trying to piece together how to fix this mess.

Then—

SMACK!

Naomi snapped her fingers right in front of my face, yanking me back to reality.

"Why are you always zoning out?" she asked, looking at me like I had three heads.

I blinked.

"What?"

She huffed. "I swear, Tyler, I can't even count how many times you've zoned out today. And I have to be the one to bring you back every single time."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "It's none of your business. Now, if you don't mind—excuse me, I need to get home."

I carefully stepped around her, but because Naomi is, well, Naomi, she immediately started overreacting.

"Oh, wow," she gasped dramatically, placing a hand on her chest like I'd just committed a crime. "So you're just gonna shove me out of the way? Not even caring if I trip and hurt myself? Wow, Tyler. Just wow."

I stared at her.

Mouth open.

No words coming out.

Because what the hell was this reaction?

"Is there a single day you're not going to gaslight me and overreact?" I asked, genuinely exhausted.

Naomi grinned, flashing her gap teeth. "Dear Tyler, I highly doubt that day will ever come."

Of course.

Why do I even bother?

"So," she said, linking her arms behind her back and tilting her head. "Do you mind telling me what exactly happened between you and Logan that made him so desperate not to be your roommate?"

I groaned. "Naomi, mind your business."

"But see, the thing is," she continued like she didn't hear me, "I know you have other things to think about, but I also know that Logan is one of those things. Because I know you're wondering why he was acting like that toward you."

I rolled my eyes. "Not really. It's the same thing he did when we got paired together for that physics project. So, honestly? It's not that surprising."

She squinted at me. "Okay, but hear me out—according to my research, Tyler—"

I groaned again. "Oh god."

"—Logan loves you so much that he doesn't want to spend the night in the same room as you. Because he knows he'll lose control and fall for you even harder."

I gave her the blankest stare imaginable.

"Or, you know," she added with a smirk, "maybe you already thought about that, but you just don't want to admit it."

I clenched my jaw.

Because the worst part?

She wasn't entirely wrong.

But I'd be an idiot to ever admit that to her.

"So, Naomi," I said, mirroring her smirk. "According to my research—"

"Oh, here we go," she muttered.

"—you seem very interested in Logan's love life, despite the fact that he literally threatened you." I stepped closer. "So maybe I should go remind him that you refuse to keep your mouth shut."

Naomi gasped, placing a dramatic hand over her mouth.

"You wouldn't dare."

I took another step back.

"Watch me," I said, turning on my heel and heading straight for Logan.