His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 89: No Safe Space

Chapter 89- No Safe Space

Tyler's POV

I opened my mouth to say sothing—anything—but nothing ca out.

I tried again. Still nothing.

I didn't even know what to say.

Why the hell was Logan being so an to ?

First, he called a little slut—sothing I was still trying to recover from—and now he was throwing it in my face that I wasn't even his type?

I clenched my fists.

I swear, if murder was legal, I'd have walked up to Logan right now and choked the life out of him. Because he was really pissing off.

Since I couldn't find the right words, I settled for glaring at him, hoping he could see every ounce of anger burning in my eyes.

I knew Logan was mad. I could tell. But was he overreacting? Definitely.

That still didn't give him the right to be this cruel.

He could tease all he wanted—I was used to that. But this? This wasn't teasing.

This was humiliation.

I was still staring at Logan, completely speechless, when a voice suddenly cleared their throat, snapping out of my thoughts.

I turned and saw the English professor standing at the front of the class.

What the hell?

Wasn't he supposed to be done with his class since this morning?

Why was he here now?

"I have an announcent to make, so everybody, please take your seats," he said.

I shot one last hateful glare at Logan before dragging myself to my seat.

Alright. We were all seated.

Now talk.

Because, trust , my patience was already wearing thin.

"Hello, class."

Dead silence.

Nobody answered. Not a single person.

And honestly? I couldn't bla them.

Why would anyone greet him back when he had barged in unannounced and was about to waste our ti?

If I had ignored him, too, that was his problem, not mine. He could keep his hello to himself and just hurry up with whatever he had to say.

"I apologize for disturbing you all when I wasn't supposed to be here," he continued. "But I have an important announcent, and I couldn't wait until after the two-week midterm break."

I scoffed under my breath.

If it was so urgent, why not just send us an email?

Why show up in person just to ruin our already bad day?

Apology not accepted.

Then he dropped the bombshell.

"The school has decided to cancel the midterm break this year. Instead, you will all be required to attend extra classes every single day, including weekends, to prepare for the upcoming academic competition."

For a second, the class was completely silent.

Then—

Boom.

A loud uproar erupted.

"What?!"

"You've got to be kidding !"

"This is bullshit!"

"We've been waiting for this break all sester!"

I let out a dry, humorless laugh. Of course. Just when I thought my life couldn't possibly get any worse.

I watched as students shouted, argued, and even cursed out loud.

So slamd their books on the desks. Others threw their hands up in frustration. A few even started yelling at the professor, demanding to know who the hell ca up with such a stupid decision.

And ?

I just sat there, running a hand down my face.

I was so done with today.

When the professor finally left—after being booed out of the class—there was still murmuring everywhere.

I sighed.

Today had been one hell of a day.

First, I got into a fight with Alexis' little lapdogs and beat the living shit out of them—which got suspended.

Second, Alexis had the audacity to walk up to and ask us to get back together.

Like—what?

She actually thought I would ever take her back?

I almost laughed in her face.

And if she had pushed for it, I wouldn't have hit her—I wasn't that kind of guy—but I damn well would have found a girl just like her to put her in her place.

Third, Logan.

Logan, who looked at with nothing but hate in his eyes.

Logan, who found out I called him a creep and denied it to his face in front of Naomi.

Logan, who was now pissed as hell and had promised to make pay.

And if all of that wasn't enough, Logan had called a little slut.

And the worst part?

It wasn't even halfway through the damn day yet.

I leaned forward, resting my head on my desk.

I needed a break.

I needed to shut out the world, just for a little while.

Because going ho wasn't any better.

Ho wasn't even peaceful.

There was no safe space for .

Not school. Not ho. Not anywhere.

I squeezed my eyes shut, letting my mind drift.

Maybe—just maybe—if I fell asleep, I could escape for a little while.

Maybe, in my dreams, I could live a different life—one where I didn't have to deal with any of this.

That would be nice.

But, of course, I barely got the chance to sleep before I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

What. The. Fuck.

Why couldn't people just leave alone?

Frustration boiled inside as I lifted my head, my glare sharp enough to kill.

Only to co face-to-face with—

The principal.

And she was smiling.

Smiling.

"Tyler," Mrs. Agnes said, her tone way too calm. "Soone is here to see you."

I blinked, annoyance spiking.

"Can't they wait until I'm done sleeping or whatever?" I snapped.

She gave a small, apologetic smile. "I'm afraid it can't wait."

Who the hell wanted to see now?

I sighed, rubbing my eyes before standing up.

Fine. Whatever.

"Who is it?" I asked, but Mrs. Agnes didn't answer.

I followed her down the hallway, my irritation growing with every step.

I was halfway near the principal of when suddenly , Naomi suddenly ran up to and grabbed my hand.

"Tyler, please..." she begged, holding on tightly. "Don't go without , I want to co with you."

I stopped, turning to her with pure anger in my eyes.

"Naomi," I said coldly. "Get your hands off ."

She flinched, quickly pulling her hands away.

"Sorry," she mumbled, looking away.

I didn't respond.

I just kept walking.

Then, as I stepped into the principal's office, I froze.

Because sitting there, waiting for , was the one person I hated the most in this world.

Declan.