His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 230: Watch Me

Chapter 230- Watch

TYLER’S POV

"He’s going to kill ," I said—and then I scread it.

Like, actually scread it out loud, not caring who stared.

My chest was tight. My brain? A ss. I felt like crying, like tearing my own hair out. I gripped the edge of the table so hard my knuckles turned white.

And naomi on the other hand didn’t even notice, she was still rapping.

Her stupid mouth kept moving nonstop, spitting out whatever ca to her head like she was performing at a damn talent show.

anwhile, I was sitting right there, sweating, panicking, knowing I just did the dumbest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.

She kept going on and on, laughing, talking about God knows what.

And I just sat there—boiling.

I swear, I felt sothing inside snap. I wanted to bang her head on the damn table.

Why did she even co sit with ?

Why didn’t I just eat alone like I planned?

I wanted to scream at the universe.

"If she hadn’t followed here," I muttered to myself, "I would’ve eaten quickly, then gotten up, picked Logan’s food like he asked to, and everything would’ve been fine."

But no.

Now?

The food was gone.

And I really knew Logan was going to lose his shit.

I closed my eyes, wishing—praying—for so miracle. Just sothing to reverse ti or maybe make Logan forget he was ever hungry.

Nothing happened.

Of course it wasn’t going to happen. No miracle was going to happen. But if i was to wish to had an accident, it would happen

When I opened my eyes, everything still sucked. And there was Naomi, still laughing about so dumb thing her cousin did last week.

Her face was bright like she didn’t just ruin my life. Like I wasn’t sitting here on the verge of a total ltdown.

"FUCK YOU!!!" I snapped at her, loud.

Her mouth froze mid-word. Her smile died. She blinked fast, like soone just slapped her.

"What did you just say to ?" she asked, her voice small, eyes shiny.

Good. Let her cry.

Because honestly? I didn’t care right now.

The only thing I cared about was Logan.

And how I was about to get murdered.

"If you had just shut your bitchy mouth for ONE second," I growled, standing up, "I would’ve rembered that I was sent on an errand. But no. You talked and talked and TALKED until I forgot the whole damn reason I was holding a tray in the first place!"

I looked down at my plate like it had betrayed .

It was empty.

Sparkling clean.

I’d eaten every single bite. Every. Damn. Bite.

Because I was hungry. Because I thought, "Let just eat mine first, then I’ll go get Logan’s."

And now?

Now I had nothing. Nothing to give him because there is no al in the kitchen.

Naomi sniffled. "So that’s why you’re shouting at ?" she asked, fake tears loading up in her voice.

I snapped.

"If you don’t SHUT the hell up right now," I hissed, leaning down into her face, "I swear I will do sothing that’ll give you a REAL reason to cry."

She gasped like I slapped her. But I didn’t wait.

I turned and stord off.

I didn’t even know where I was going. Maybe the kitchen. Maybe the garbage bins—wherever I could find sothing to give Logan.

Even leftover rice. A half-eaten chicken bone. Anything.

I didn’t care about pride anymore. I’d get on my knees and beg the kitchen staff if I had to.

Because when Logan was angry and hungry at the sa ti?

He beca sothing worse than a monster.

I could still feel Naomi’s footsteps behind . She was following .

Even after everything. After I yelled, insulted her, threatened her—she still followed like a lost puppy.

God, she never learns.

"What a stubborn girl," I mumbled under my breath, barely holding myself together.

I got to the kitchen. My last hope.

But when I stepped inside... I froze.

It was empty.

No one. Not a single soul. Not even the server.

The place looked like it had been abandoned. Trays were stacked up, the food counter wiped down.

"What the hell...?"

I blinked fast, looking around in disbelief.

"Where is everyone?" I asked out loud.

"Isn’t there supposed to be soone here? A server? A cook? Anyone?"

I walked to the food counter and leaned over it like maybe soone was hiding behind the steel warr.

Nothing.

I opened one of the hot food trays. Empty.

Another. Empty.

Another. Empty.

"Where the fuck did everyone go?!"

I was pacing in circles inside the empty kitchen, literally dragging my fingers through my hair like I was about to rip it all out.

Where the hell was the kitchen staffs ?

I turned left.

Nothing.

I turned right.

Still nothing.

"Co on... soone? Anyone? Please..." I muttered under my breath, looking around like a desperate idiot.

If I could just find one single person. One cook. One staff.

—I’d get on my knees and beg them to give anything they had. Anything. A spoon of rice. A damn biscuit. A piece of chicken bone.

But not a single soul.

The whole place looked like it had been shut down hours ago. Even the cooking equipnt was sparkling clean, like no one had used it all day. Pots? Washed. Counters? Wiped. Fryers? Turned off.

There wasn’t even a trace of sll in the air. No pepper. No oil. Nothing.

I was screwed.

"I really can’t go empty-handed to Logan," I muttered to myself, my throat tightening with panic. "He’s going to MURDER ."

And I wasn’t even being dramatic. Logan didn’t play with food.

I scanned the cafeteria quickly to make sure no one was watching . The coast was clear.

Then I moved quietly toward the side entrance of the kitchen and snuck into the main kitchen room.

If no one was in the kitchen room, then maybe—just maybe—there’d be leftovers. Or bread. Or raw noodles. Anything.

What were they going to do if they caught ?

Ground ?

Fine. I’d rather be grounded

I opened every cupboard. Pulled out drawers. Lifted lids off giant pots.

Empty.

Empty.

Empty.

I even opened the fridge. It was cold... and completely bare.

Not even milk. Not even juice. Nothing.

I shut it with a slam and leaned against the counter, staring at the ceiling like God Himself might drop food from the sky.

"Naomi has ruined ," I muttered bitterly. "Her nonstop yapping. Her stupid laughter. Her damn voice that never knows when to shut up."

If she hadn’t co to sit with ...

If she hadn’t distracted ...

I would’ve eaten quickly, grabbed Logan’s food, and this wouldn’t be happening right now.

But no. She had to go on and on about her dumb cousin’s party and so dog she saw on social dia. She dragged into her bubble of brainless chatter until I forgot everything.

Now I had nothing.

No excuse Logan would believe.

And let’s be honest, if I were in Logan’s shoes—starving, waiting, counting on soone—and they showed up empty-handed?

Yeah, I’d lose it too.

I dragged my feet out of the kitchen.

I had no choice now.

I had to face him.

"O God, please," I whispered like a dying man, "just touch Logan’s heart tonight. Please let him go easy on . Or knock him out cold before I get there. I don’t even care how You do it. Just help ."

But even as I prayed, I knew—I was screwed.

If Logan did sothing to , it’d be bad. And if he didn’t, the guilt alone would crush .

And if both happened?

Then I swear I was going to murder Naomi.

Because at this point?

This was all her fault.

I kept walking. Slowly. The hallway to our room felt ten tis longer tonight.

Why the hell did they put our room at the very last end of the building anyway?

Whose dumb idea was that?

I finally got there and paused at the door. My hand was shaking. I took one deep breath, then another, trying to calm down.

Then I heard footsteps behind .

I turned—and of course it was her.

Naomi.

She was following like a ghost, her face all pale and nervous like she was the one about to get eaten alive.

I stared at her in disbelief.

"Why the fuck are you following ?" I snapped.

She looked away, didn’t say a word.

I shook my head. "Whatever. Suit yourself. Just know that if Logan catches you here and loses it, I’m not the one he’ll bla. It’ll be your funeral."

Finally, she opened her mouth. "You’re supposed to be grateful I followed you, dummy," she snapped back. "I ca to help talk to Logan. Maybe I can make him forgive your silly ass."

I scoffed. Loud. Almost laughed in her face.

"The sa silly thing YOU caused?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "The one that put in this whole ss? That’s what you want to save?"

She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed.

"Okay then," I said with a smirk. "Good luck. But I’m going to tell Logan everything. From start to finish. I’m going to make sure he knows it was all your fault."

Her face went pale instantly.

"Oh, you’re scared now?" I asked, tilting my head like I cared.

"You... you can’t do that," she whispered, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

I stepped forward, leaned in just a little, my voice low and cold.

"Okay then," I said. "Watch do it."