His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 79: Of All people••••• Him?!

Chapter 79- Of all people ••••• Him?!

Logan's POV

If there's one thing I've learned in this school, it's that Mr. Collins lives and breathes for making students' lives miserable.

Other professors would let students enjoy their weekend break in peace, but you see Mr. Collins?

Disturbing his students during the holiday is part of his permanent record.

He stood at the front of the class, smirking like the devil himself, while his hands rested on the table.

"No matter how much you complain or roll your eyes, you're still going to do this assignment," he said, his voice calm and wicked at the same time.

"This project I'm about to give you... it's going to be for your own good," he said, smiling wider.

I rolled my eyes.

Here we go again.

He always said that nonsense anytime he wanted to give us hell.

I rested my chin on my palm, silently wishing he would just get it over with.

He walked to his desk and picked up a small container filled with neatly folded papers.

"Besides, it is quite important... because the project I'm about to give you will serve as an extra 30 marks... plus your exam marks."

The second he mentioned 30 marks, the whole class went dead silent.

Even the noisemakers at the back that were busy gossiping about God knows what suddenly closed their mouths.

Thirty marks?

Nobody in their right mind would want to joke with that — especially now that we were almost done with high school.

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Even I perked up a little.

Thirty marks wasn't something to joke with.

We were almost done with high school, and everyone was trying to gather as many marks as possible to get into a good Ivy League.

Mr. Collins knew exactly how to manipulate us.

Bastard.

"So as I was saying..." He continued, pacing back and forth like some motivational speaker.

"This isn't going to be a personal project. It's going to be a group project... which gives you the chance to join heads together with your partner to come up with the best solution."

"As we all know... two heads are better than one."

I rolled my eyes tiredly.

He should just say whatever the hell he wanted to say and get it over with.

Nobody needed the motivational speech.

He finally stopped pacing and shook the container a little.

"Inside this container are all your names," he said, tapping the container lightly.

"If I tell you all to choose your partners yourselves, you'll all rush to pick your favorite person or your boyfriends... which is biased."

His eyes flicked toward the girls at the back, and some of them giggled.

"So instead of that, I'm going to be the one to blindly pick your partners."

A few students groaned in disappointment, but nobody dared to complain too much.

"Any questions before I proceed?" He asked.

Nobody answered.

"Good."

He was about to start picking names when his eyes suddenly stopped on Miss Center of Attention sitting at the corner.

Naomi.

"You," he pointed at her. "You just resumed today, right?"

"Yes, sir," Naomi answered sweetly, flicking her hair behind her shoulder.

I almost gagged.

She always did that annoying hair flip like she was in some Hollywood movie.

"I see... that means your name isn't in the container yet," Mr. Collins said, scribbling something on a small paper.

He asked her for her name, and she said it again — as if we didn't already know her name from the way she announced it to the whole world when she walked into class this morning.

Mr. Collins folded the paper and added it to the container.

Naomi just sat there smiling like she had won a jackpot.

Honestly, I didn't even know where Tyler found someone like her.

Her whole personality screamed pick me girl.

"And now... let's begin," Mr. Collins said, shaking the container again.

He picked the first paper.

He unfolded it slowly, dragging the suspense like we were in some kind of movie premiere.

"Naomi."

Of course.

The pick me girl immediately stood up, flashing her bright smile.

"That's me," she said sweetly.

She walked straight to where Tyler was standing — like she already knew they were going to be partners.

Even Mr. Collins looked disgusted.

"Why are you standing there?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Aren't you supposed to stand by your seat until I announce who your partner is?"

Naomi pouted dramatically, like she was acting in some soap opera.

"But Tyler is my partner in real life... and I'm so sure fate is going to make us partners in the project too."

I almost puked.

God.

What the hell was wrong with this girl?

I stole a glance at Tyler and saw him facepalming himself.

Good.

That served him right.

He wanted to date Naomi, right? Then he should enjoy his package.

Mr. Collins sighed tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Go back to your seat, Naomi. You're not standing with anybody until I call out who your partner is."

Naomi's face fell as she dragged her feet back to her seat.

The whole class burst into quiet giggles.

Honestly?

She deserved it.

Mr. Collins opened the second paper.

"Naomi... your partner is... Ashley."

I bit back a grin.

Serves her right.

She really thought the universe was going to pair her with her beloved Tyler.

Ashley, a quiet nerdy girl at the back, raised her hand awkwardly.

Naomi's face instantly dropped like someone who just found out Santa Claus wasn't real.

She walked sluggishly to Ashley, acting like she was about to be executed.

If wishes were horses... pick me girls would have been riding on them.

Mr. Collins continued calling out names.

I zoned out completely, resting my head on the desk.

It felt like he was deliberately skipping my name.

Was my name even in that damn container?

I was starting to doubt it.

After what felt like eternity, he finally called my name.

"Logan."

I exhaled in relief.

At least I was still alive.

I pushed myself lazily to my feet, waiting for him to call out my partner.

Mr. Collins dipped his hand into the container again.

He unfolded the paper slowly.

Dragging the suspense.

Everyone was watching.

He cleared his throat dramatically.

"Logannnnn... your team membe—rrr isssss..."

He dragged the last word out like some reality show host.

"Tyler."

"What?!"

Both Tyler and I shouted at the same time.