His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 121: A Dumb Plan

Chapter 221- A dumb plan

Tyler 's POV

I looked at Naomi, and she looked right back at .

Disbelief.

Is he joking?

Or wait—does he actually believe what we said when we told him we'd only been here for two minutes? Or maybe Lucas is forgetting that we were here when Logan threatened him a few minutes ago, saying he was going to leak the nudes of every single mber of his family.

Wasn't Lucas the sa person that Logan threatened to make his life and that of his family miserable?

Why is he acting like and Naomi already didn't know that there is nothing going on anymore between them.

Naomi and I turned to each other, and before we knew it, we both chuckled.

Logan's eyes darkened. His jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. "What's funny?" His voice was sharp.

Imdiately, we straightened our faces. "Nothing," we muttered quickly.

But then Lucas stepped forward.

Right up to Logan.

And suddenly, he placed a hand on Logan's chest, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles across his back.

What. The. Fuck?

"Honey, just ignore them," Lucas murmured, his voice soft, almost soothing. "Don't let them get to you. Don't let the an words they say to make you upset." His hand trailed up, caressing Logan's cheek with a kind of familiarity that made my brain short-circuit. "You know you're my baby. You'll always be my baby."

And Logan?

He just stood there.

Doing nothing.

I blinked.

What is happening?

Weren't they just threatening each other five minutes ago? Talking about blackmailing each other?

This felt like watching a movie where the director suddenly changes the entire script mid-scene.

Logan, who had been seconds away from throwing a punch, was now standing completely still while Lucas practically whispered sweet nothings to him.

What kind of new plot is this?

I stared at them in utter disbelief.

Why the hell isn't Logan saying anything?

After what felt like forever, Logan finally turned to .

His gaze was cold, calculating. "I knew you both had been here for much longer than you said. It wasn't two minutes. It wasn't one. It wasn't whatever bullshit you tried to tell ."

I swallowed.

Okay, so now he wants to talk to ?

The person he should actually be talking to is Lucas.

Because tell why Logan is just standing there, letting all this play out like he's in so twisted romance drama.

Logan exhaled slowly, like he had made so grand decision. "Since you're both here already," he said, "how about you stay for the fun? Let's have spectators."

My stomach dropped.

Spectators?

"Get that book and pen from the table," Logan continued, his voice eerily calm. "Go sit on that chair and start jotting down the important points. That's your assignnt for showing up here with no reason."

I just stood there.

Naomi, too.

Is he serious?

Instead of kicking us out, he wants us to take notes?

This had to be so sort of weird punishnt.

I didn't even dare argue with him.

Honestly, I should be grateful because sothing like this could have gotten us into serious trouble. We could've been sued for trespassing.

Even though I had no idea why Logan was handling this like so kind of twisted school lesson, I still did what he said. Because I knew what would happen if I tried to argue.

Without a word, Naomi and I grabbed each other's hands, walked to the table, picked up the pen and paper, and sat down.

And just like that, we started jotting.

I stole a glance at Logan.

He was still acting weird. Like so bipolar patient switching moods every few seconds.

anwhile, Lucas was clearly enjoying every second of this.

"Babe, please," Lucas cooed, tilting his head up at Logan. "Don't listen to them. Just ignore them. They don't deserve your ti."

His voice was sickeningly sweet, his eyes dark with sothing I couldn't place.

And then—he leaned in.

Closer.

His lips just inches from Logan's.

It was that kind of romantic mont you see in movies—except before their lips could touch—

CRACK!

A fist slamd into Lucas's face.

Hard.

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Logan's POV

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Who the fuck does this bastard think he is?

Romancing , rubbing my head, trying to kiss —.

So just because I didn't say anything when he was calling love and putting on that ridiculous act for Tyler and Naomi, he actually thought he had the right to touch ? To try and kiss ?

He must be out of his fucking mind.

Without a second thought, my fist slamd into his face, the impact so hard I was sure his teeth should've fallen out by now. The crack of bone against bone was satisfying. His head snapped back, and he stumbled. Blood was already trickling from his nose, and a fresh cut split his lip.

I stepped forward, towering over him. "What the fuck gave you the right to touch while I was talking?" My voice was low, dangerous.

Lucas barely managed to lift his head. His mouth opened, but no words ca out. Because what could he even say? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I scoffed. "What kind of ga are you trying to play, huh?" My eyes locked onto his, watching for the slightest reaction.

Silence.

I heard the sharp gasp from Tyler and Naomi, but I didn't look away from Lucas.

"You really thought," I continued, voice deadly calm, "that just because my attention was on them, I wouldn't notice what you were doing?"

His fingers twitched slightly, but he still didn't speak.

I tilted my head. "I thought I told you not to piss off." My voice dropped even lower. "Did I? Or did I not tell you not to piss off?"

Lucas didn't answer. Probably because the mouth he was supposed to be using to argue was now full of blood.

Pathetic.

Then, he had the audacity to sniffle, lifting his shaking hands as if he were the victim here. "Logan, baby... why are you doing this to ?" His voice was weak, cracked, like he was on the verge of crying. "Why are you abusing ?" His lip trembled as blood dripped from his mouth. "All I ever did was love you."

I clenched my jaw.

"You always beat up," he continued, his voice getting shakier. "You abuse in front of your friends, in front of my friends—just like you're doing now. Is it a cri to love you? Is it a cri to fall in love with you?"

I took a slow step forward. I was this close to knocking him out completely. And after that? I'd post those nudes. Every single one.

But just as I raised my fist again—

I stopped.

Sothing clicked in my mind.

Why the fuck was Lucas acting like this?

Why now?

And then, it hit .

This wasn't about . It was never about showing everyone i was gay or sothing to use against , so he could blackmail .

Sothing to make back off, make too scared to post those nudes.

It was a setup.

He knew I'd hit him. He knew I'd pounce on him the second he tried sothing like that. He wanted this. He wanted to react, to lose control.

Because that way—he'd have everything he needed.

He wasn't just trying to record for leverage.

He was trying to turn into the bad guy.

To make it look like I was the abuser.

To make everyone call the monster.

I exhaled slowly, my fingers flexing. My eyes narrowed as I looked down at him.

"...Are you really that dumb to think I wouldn't notice what you're trying to do?"