His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 103: Travel Excursion

Chapter 103- Travel Excursion

Logan's POV

"No, Sir Logan, I do not want you to punish ," Naomi said quickly, bowing her head multiple tis like a malfunctioning robot.

I smirked. At least she knows what's good for her.

"Good," I said, leaning back slightly. "Now, we're done for today."

I glanced at her, my expression bored. "If you don't mind, you can get out of my sight."

Without hesitation, she spun around and scurried off like the squirrel that she was.

I watched her go, shaking my head. Pathetic.

With that settled, I grabbed my bag and my book, ready to finally leave. The classroom was empty, and the day was officially over.

Ti to go ho.

But just as I opened the door, I ca to an abrupt stop.

A wall of students stood in the hallway, blocking the exit. Almost all of my classmates were there, packed together like canned sardines, their faces twisted in annoyance.

I frowned. What the hell is this?

Then I saw him.

Mr. Luis.

And, of course, standing right beside him like his loyal sidekick was the principal.

My irritation skyrocketed.

What the fuck is happening again?

I scanned the faces in the crowd. So were furious, others just looked tired, and a few were outright cursing under their breath.

Great.

"Please don't tell we have another class," I muttered under my breath, my jaw clenching.

We were supposed to be done for the day. What was the aning of this?

Can't these people just let us go?

Since the beginning of this sester, we hadn't had a single mont of peace. Not from the teachers. Not from the lecturers. Not even from the damn bloggers who kept spreading nonsense online.

Every single one of them was pushing us to the edge, and I was pissed.

The ti I was supposed to be spending walking to my car, driving ho, and getting as far away from this place as possible was now wasted. Instead, I stood here, glaring at a bunch of idiots, trying to figure out what fresh hell was about to be dumped on us.

The students started filing into the classroom, murmuring under their breath.

"I was literally at the school gate when they called back. I swear to God, I'm dropping out."

"Another lecture? Bro, I haven't even eaten all day. Do they want to die?"

"I had one foot inside my taxi. ONE FOOT! Why am I back here?!"

"At this point, I think they're testing us. They're trying to see how long it'll take before we all snap."

I exhaled sharply.

So of them had already left the school premises, about to board their transportation ho, only to be dragged back here.

That had to be hell.

And who else would be involved in sothing this stupid if not Mr. Luis?

I glanced at the man in question, suppressing an eye roll.

The guy had the worst fashion sense I had ever seen in my life.

Honestly, I sotis wondered why he and the principal weren't married.

Both of them had been left by their spouses, and honestly, they deserved each other.

Sa energy.

Sa whack fashion sense.

They would be the perfect tragic love story.

Students were still walking in, their faces dark with frustration, and that was when I saw them.

Naomi.

And Tyler.

Walking in together.

Naomi was holding Tyler's hand.

I clenched my jaw, my fingers twitching with the urge to break sothing.

But then, I rembered what Naomi had told earlier—about how there was nothing between them.

I forced myself to relax.

I hope so.

I really do.

Because if I found out that she had lied to ...

If I realized that I was being played...

I wouldn't even need to say what I'd do to them.

I'd just wait for the right mont.

And then, they would feel it.

I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to stay calm as I walked to my seat. Clearly, we weren't going ho anyti soon.

Looked like that back-to-back lecture they warned us about earlier was finally about to start.

The principal stepped forward, clearing her throat.

"Hello, students," she greeted.

Silence.

Dead silence.

Not a single soul responded.

I smirked.

Perfect.

That should be enough to show her that nobody wanted to be here right now.

They should keep their damn extra lecture to themselves.

The principal sighed, shifting uncomfortably. "I apologize for disturbing you all on your way ho, but I needed to pass out this information as soon as possible. So please, bear with ."

"Principal Agnes, you do not have to apologize to them," Mr. Luis said, flashing one of his infuriating smiles. "They should know this is for their own good, so they need to be grateful and satisfied with it."

I clenched my jaw, my fingers digging into my arms as I crossed them over my chest.

This bastard.

First of all, if he wanted to flirt with the principal, he should do that when they were alone.

Not in front of everyone.

Second of all, the students—including him—had every right to an apology.

No one expected this. No one asked for this.

So they should let that sink into their heads.

I exhaled sharply before speaking.

"Actually, Mr. Luis, we all deserve an apology," I said, my voice sharp and unwavering.

Silence.

All eyes turned to .

I didn't care. If no one else was going to say it, I would.

Again and again. A million tis, if needed.

"None of us were inford that we'd be having an extra class or whatever this is. We deserve to be apologized to because this is completely unexpected." I leveled my gaze at him. "You can't treat us like slaves just because we're students or whatever you think we are."

I let my words settle before continuing.

"We pay for our school fees. This isn't so scholarship program where we owe the school our loyalty or obedience. We deserve respect and acknowledgnt, just like you do."

The room went dead silent.

Mr. Luis looked at like he couldn't believe his eyes—or his massive ears.

The principal, on the other hand, nodded quickly.

"You're absolutely right, Logan," she said, sighing. "That's why I did apologize in the first place. I know this took your ti, and I genuinely regret the inconvenience."

I didn't bother replying.

I just crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair.

Whatever this was, they needed to get it over with fast.

Principal Agnes cleared her throat. "Ahem."

Then she continued.

"The reason for this eting is to let you all know that plans have changed."

My brows furrowed.

What the hell does she an by that?

Did we even have a plan in the first place?

I glanced around, wondering if anyone else was as confused as I was.

Was there so grand plan that no one had bothered to inform us about?

She must have noticed the confusion on our faces because she quickly spoke again.

"I know you all must be wondering what I an," she said, shifting her weight slightly. "So I'll explain."

We waited.

She took a deep breath.

"What I an by plans have changed is that the back-to-back classes the professors inford you about earlier... have been canceled."

Murmurs erupted in the room.

So people looked relieved. Others looked suspicious.

And ?

I was annoyed.

These people couldn't stick to a single decision if their lives depended on it.

In the last two hours alone, they had changed the plan three tis.

First, they announced that our midterm break would be used for physics partner work.

Then, they canceled midterm break entirely, replacing it with back-to-back lectures.

And now?

Now, the back-to-back lectures were also canceled.

I rubbed my temples, exhausted before this conversation had even finished.

What next? Would they tell us we had to start farming for the school?

They needed to get their shit together before dragging us into their never-ending ss.

"Apologies, students," the principal said. "We should have finalized these decisions before informing you all. That was a mistake on our part."

Yeah, no kidding.

Not that anyone was mad about this particular change.

Because who would be upset about not having back-to-back lectures?

The tension in the room had shifted slightly.

People weren't as angry anymore.

But then, she hit us with the next bombshell.

"So, after careful consideration, we've co to a final decision," she said. "Instead of midterm break or back-to-back lectures—"

I leaned forward.

"We will be replacing them with a two-week travel excursion instead."