His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 106: Unwanted Room mates

Chapter 106- Unwanted Room mates

Logan's POV

I opened my mouth.

And trust , I couldn't even close it.

Because—

What in the actual fuck is happening right now?

Did I hear that correctly?

Tyler?

As my roommate?

For two whole weeks?

How the hell are we supposed to survive that?

It's either one of us dies in that room... and trust , it won't be .

Are they seriously kidding with this whole excursion thing?

Because I am not—and I repeat, not—having Tyler as my roommate.

That is final.

I shot my hand up, not even trying to hide my frustration.

Mrs. Agnes glanced at , raising a brow as if she could already sense the incoming chaos.

"Yes, Logan?" she sighed, giving a slight nod. "Go ahead."

I took a deep breath, trying—and failing—to control my irritation.

"Isn't there a way for us to change roommates?" I asked, my voice sharp with frustration. "Or, better yet, let us choose our own?"

I was already dreading her response.

But I still held onto the tiniest shred of hope.

Mrs. Agnes folded her arms.

"I'm sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all. "But there's no way to do that. You're already assigned to each other, and even if there were a way to change things, it would take a lot of ti and effort. So, we're saving ourselves the stress."

I blinked at her.

Did she seriously just say that?

I wasn't asking for her to stress herself.

I was asking her to fix the absolute disaster she had just caused.

All I cared about right now was not sharing a damn room with Tyler.

And apparently, no one was helping .

"I know so of you might not like your assigned partners," she continued.

Not like?

No.

Let's get sothing straight.

I don't like Tyler.

I hate Tyler.

I despise his entire existence.

And now, they expect to live with him?

Nah.

Sothing needed to be done about this.

"But," she kept going, "you have to be patient with your partners, even if you don't like them."

I nearly laughed.

Patient?

With Tyler?

Not happening.

"You only have to stay together for two weeks," she added, her voice way too calm for this situation. "After that, it's over. This will also teach you how to be patient with people, which is a good thing."

I clenched my jaw.

There was nothing good about this.

Nothing at all.

"I would love to change your partners if that was an option," she said. "But trust —it's not going to be that easy. So, we're sticking with what we've got.

It's just two weeks."

Just two weeks.

Just.

Just.

She said it so casually—as if two weeks wasn't enough ti for to lose my damn mind.

"As I said, after the trip, you can go back to hating each other all you want." She smiled. "But for now, I'm asking—no, I'm begging—all of you to just be patient and cooperate."

I raised my hand again.

Because I wasn't listening to any of this nonsense.

She needed to fix this.

Right. Now.

Or I wasn't going.

Simple.

Besides, my dad has shares in this school.

They know better than to piss off.

They'll figure sothing out.

I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, already feeling the anger simring beneath my skin.

"You need to find a way to change our roommates," I said, my voice sharp and firm. "So of us are not comfortable with our partners."

I looked her dead in the eye.

"In fact, so of us hate our partners. And our partners hate us."

I let that sink in before continuing.

"So, it's better for you to switch things up now," I added coldly. "Because don't be surprised when soone ends up dead by the end of this trip. And trust , that person won't be ."

The room fell silent.

I ant every damn word.

Mrs. Agnes looked at for a long mont.

And then—

She smiled.

Like she didn't just hear what I said.

Like she didn't understand that this was a serious problem.

Like she thought this was all just so joke.

I clenched my fists.

Oh, she really wasn't getting it.

She's supposed to be scared.

She's supposed to be scrambling for a solution right now.

Because I'm serious.

Dead. Serious.

But instead of panicking like she should be—

She's smiling.

Smiling.

Like this is funny.

Like she doesn't realize that if I end up murdering Tyler in that damn room, it's going to be her fault.

She crosses her arms, giving that fake sympathetic look that makes my blood boil.

"Logan," she says, sighing like I'm so difficult child throwing a tantrum. "Do you really think I didn't try to find a way for students to switch partners? I did check into it."

I narrow my eyes. "And?"

She shrugs. "And you can't switch."

I scoff. "Why?"

"Because switching is only for the main students," she says simply, like that's supposed to make sense. "Not students like you."

Students like ?

What the hell is that supposed to an?

I cross my arms, waiting for her to explain.

She doesn't make wait long.

"We used the nas that were paired together for the midterm break group partners," she continues. "And that's how the rooms were assigned. The system has already locked in those nas. Each room is linked to those specific students, so if you try to switch with soone else, the room won't recognize them.

aning they literally can't get in."

She looks at expectantly, as if waiting for to understand.

But I don't understand.

Because this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life.

And trust , I've heard a lot of stupid things.

"So, you're telling ," I say slowly, "that because of so dumb system, I have to spend two weeks trapped in a room with him?"

She nods. "Exactly."

I stare at her.

Then I laugh.

A short, humorless laugh.

Because this is actually insane.

She really thinks I'm just going to accept this?

No fucking way.

I don't say another word.

I don't argue.

I don't yell.

I just turn my face away, already deciding that I'm done with this conversation.

There's only one person who can fix this now.

My dad.

If there's anyone who can pull strings, it's him.

And trust , he will.

Because I'm not doing this.

Not now.

Not ever.

Mrs. Agnes clears her throat, then apologizes to everyone for not being able to change our partners.

Like that's supposed to make feel better.

She claps her hands lightly, as if that's supposed to reset the mood.

"Any more questions?" she asks, looking around.

A student raises their hand.

"When exactly is the trip starting?" they ask. "So we can start getting ready."

That question should be for them.

Not .

Because I'm not going.

Either they fix this, or I stay ho.

Simple.

Mrs. Agnes smiles, like this is all going so well. "The midterm break starts in three days," she announces. "So, you'll only need to co to school tomorrow—then the next day is off for preparations."

She clasps her hands together. "We'll be sending out an email to all students soon. It'll have everything you need to bring for the trip... and everything you aren't allowed to bring."

She gives a pointed look, like she knows so of us are already planning to break the rules.

Not my concern.

The student nods and sits down.

Mrs. Agnes looks around one last ti.

"Any more questions?"

Silence.

I guess that ans we're done here.

She smiles. "Alright, then. Thank you all for listening. See you on the trip. Have a wonderful day."

And just like that, she turns around to leave.

The second she does—

I stand up.

Imdiately.

I don't even hesitate.

I don't care what she's saying anymore.

I don't care what this school thinks they're making do.

Because I already know exactly what I'm going to do.

I'm going ho.

I'm telling my dad.

And he's going to fix this.

Because I swear to God—

Spending two whole weeks in the sa room as Tyler?

That is never going to happen.