His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 92: Unwanted Conversation

Chapter 92- Unwanted Conversations

Tyler's POV

Could we just get this damn class over with already?

I let out an irritated sigh as I turned away, leaving Mrs. Agnes and Declan standing there like two lost puppies. Their dumbfounded expressions didn't faze —I was too tired to care.

Midterm break was supposed to be my saving grace, a chance to breathe, but no—our English professor had to go and cancel it. Who even gave them the audacity to do that? You don't dangle freedom in front of soone and snatch it away. It should be illegal.

Dragging a hand through my hair, I trudged toward class, each step heavier than the last. I was exhausted. Drained. Frustrated.

And most of all, pissed.

I needed to get out of here. I needed to go ho, lock myself in my room, and shut the world out. But no, the school seed determined to drag the day out as much as possible.

I clenched my jaw, my annoyance bubbling up as I thought about the people who had managed to ruin my mood even more today.

The principal.

Logan.

Naomi.

Declan, who had the audacity to show up at my school like I owed him sothing.

Alexis.

Hell, na them all.

Just thinking about them made my blood boil. Every single one of them had, in so way or another, contributed to the shitstorm that was my life. And now, I had to sit through more classes on top of everything?

I sucked my teeth in irritation, barely keeping myself from punching the nearest locker.

And then, there was the so-called "group practical" that our physics teacher had assigned. At least, with midterm break being canceled, that was probably scrapped too. There was no way we'd have ti for that with all the extra classes our English professor was throwing at us.

Which ant one thing—no group practical.

No group practical ant no Logan.

And no Logan ant I wouldn't have to deal with his bullshit threats.

Good. That was the only silver lining in this entire ss.

I wasn't ready to face him. Not now, not after what he said. The way he had threatened to tell Naomi about what happened between us, unless I let him have his way... It made my skin crawl. The thought of him made want to punch sothing.

I needed to keep my distance. For my own sanity.

But then, there was the downside—never-ending classes. More work. More ti stuck in this hellhole of a school. Still, if it ant avoiding Logan, I could live with it.

A loud ringing sound echoed through the speakers, snapping out of my thoughts.

Lunchti. Or whatever the hell they called it.

Not that it mattered. I wasn't hungry.

My mind was too cluttered with everything else, and food wasn't going to fix that.

I exhaled sharply, stuffing my hands into my pockets as I continued toward my classroom.

This day needed to end already.

I just want to go ho.

Even if there's a whole pile of problems waiting for there, trust —it's still better than this hellhole. At least at ho, I don't have to deal with the constant noise, the stares, or the feeling that everything around is closing in.

But then again, going ho isn't exactly an option either.

I have no choice but to sit through this day and pretend I give a damn.

Not even halfway through the day, and I already feel drained.

There was a ti when school used to be an escape for . A place to laugh, ss around, and actually want to be. I used to be the kind of guy who never missed a day—who actually liked coming here. But that version of Tyler? He's long gone.

This new ? He doesn't care. He doesn't want to be here. School is part of the reason I feel this way, so tell , why should I love it?

I sigh, turning away from the hallway and heading toward the cafeteria instead.

There's no point in going back to class—I've got everything I need with . My phone, my thoughts, my ever-growing irritation. Might as well get sothing to eat.

The cafeteria is packed, as usual. Too many voices. Too many people. Too much happening all at once. I push forward, not bothering to acknowledge anyone, and head straight to where they're serving food. I barely even look at what they slap onto my tray before turning away and finding an empty table.

I sit. I stare at my plate.

I don't have an appetite.

Who would?

My fork scrapes against the plate as I push the food around, my mind running a marathon through things I don't want to think about. It's like I'm here, but I'm not really here.

Then, suddenly—

A shadow blocks my view.

I ignore it at first, thinking if I don't acknowledge them, they'll go away. But they don't. They just stand there, making it harder for to zone out in peace.

With an irritated sigh, I snap back to reality and look up.

Naomi.

She's standing there with a tray in her hands, looking at with an expression I can't quite read.

"Can I sit with you?" she asks, her voice unusually soft.

Every fiber of my being wants to say no.

She should turn around and go sit sowhere else because I'm not in the mood to be around anyone—especially not Naomi. She never knows when to shut up, and if there's one thing I need right now, it's silence.

"You can sit," I say slowly, "but under one condition."

Naomi raises a brow, but then she smiles like she's already won. "I'll accept any condition as long as you let sit."

I sigh. "You can't talk."

Her smile falters.

"We eat in silence," I continue. "No questions. No comnts. Just food."

Naomi pouts dramatically, crossing her arms. "How do you expect to survive without talking?" She gives a look like I've asked her to stop breathing. "You know I love talking, and now you're refusing to let say anything?"

I stare at her blankly. "It's either that or you find another seat."

She hesitates, looking around like she's considering her options. I turn back to my food, already cold and unappetizing. The sight of it makes lose whatever little interest I had in eating.

A few seconds pass before Naomi finally sighs and nods. "Fine. I won't say anything."

"Good," I mutter. "Then sit down, enjoy your food, and shut the fuck up."

Naomi grins like I just gave her permission to break all the rules. She sits, happily munching away, and for a brief mont, I actually feel a little relieved.

At least she's distracted.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll get a mont of peace.

But then—

Naomi clears her throat.

I close my eyes. Heaven help .

"I know you told not to say anything," Naomi starts carefully.

I grip my fork tighter.

"But I really want to say this."

I roll my eyes, already regretting letting her sit with . "Naomi—"

"I know you and Logan had sothing secret."

I freeze.