His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 65: What The Actual Fuck

Chapter 65- What the actual Fuck

– Tyler's POV

I stared at the phone in disbelief, my heart skipping a beat at Logan's harsh words.

What the fuck?

I literally called this guy to forgive him. I swallowed hard, trying to process what I just heard.

Did he actually say that to me?

I pulled the phone away from my ear to check the screen again, making sure I actually called Logan and not some psycho who just happened to sound like him. But no — it was definitely Logan's number staring back at me.

I placed the phone back to my ear slowly.

"Logan... what did you just say?"

I expected him to brush it off or maybe even laugh like it was some kind of sick joke, but instead, he chuckled darkly.

"You heard me, Tyler." His voice was cold, almost unrecognizable. "Keep your fucking forgiveness to yourself. I never begged you for it in the first place."

I sat up on the bed, my heart thudding faster now. My whole body tensed.

What the hell was happening right now?

A few hours ago, this same Logan was literally wanting me to be on his side and , begging for my forgiveness — even going as far as apologizing to my mom.

Now, he was suddenly acting like... this?

Was this some kind of reverse psychology or what?

I blinked hard, trying to hold back the anger bubbling inside me.

"You're really unbelievable, Logan," I said, my voice low but shaking. "You're the one who hurt me. You're the one who kissed my girlfriend behind my back. You're the one who betrayed me—"

"Oh, please spare me the victim speech, Tyler," he cut me off, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your precious little Alexis was already spreading her legs for other guys before I even touched her. I just did you a favor by showing you her true colors."

I swear, something in me snapped at that moment.

"You what...?" My voice came out almost like a whisper.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

A favor?

He really had the fucking guts to say that to my face?

"You're sick, Logan," I spat, gripping the phone tighter. "You're really, really sick. I should've known you were always a fucking snake hiding under the guise of being my friend."

There was silence on the other end for a moment — just the faint sound of his breathing — before Logan finally spoke again.

"You know what's funny, Tyler?" His voice dropped lower, more sinister.

"What?" I hissed.

"You keep acting like you're better than everyone... like you're some perfect little angel who never fucks up."

I clenched my jaw, my heart racing faster.

Where the hell was this coming from?

"You think I don't see how you look at me sometimes?" Logan continued, his voice turning darker with every word. "All those times you stared at me when you thought I wasn't looking... The way your eyes lingered a little too long whenever I touched you by mistake... You were always curious about me, weren't you, Tyler?"

My whole body froze.

I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.

What the hell was he saying right now?

"You're sick," I muttered under my breath, but my voice came out weaker this time.

I couldn't lie — his words hit me somewhere deep inside.

Because the worst part?

He wasn't entirely wrong.

There were moments — little fleeting moments — where I caught myself staring at Logan longer than I should have. Times when his hand would brush against mine accidentally, and my stomach would clench in ways I couldn't explain.

But those moments were buried so deep inside me, locked away in a box of useless thoughts I didn't want to keep

Because all those times wasn't love or anything

It was lust, I do not know if I should open up Logan ears to put that words in him that I wasn't in love with him

I might have stared at him, I agreed to that and it was probably the cause of lust or any other thing.

I would never ever admit that I was in love with him — not to him, not to myself... not to anyone.

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"Yeah..." Logan chuckled darkly again, like he could see straight through me. "I know you, Tyler. I know exactly what goes on inside that pretty little head of yours."

My breathing quickened, and I felt my heart pounding against my chest.

This wasn't Logan.

This wasn't the same broken boy who stood in front of me just days ago, begging for my forgiveness.

This was someone else entirely — someone... darker.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why are you acting this way?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Because I'm tired," Logan snapped, his voice sharp now. "I'm tired of begging. I'm tired of chasing after someone who clearly doesn't give a fuck about me. I'm tired of waiting for you to forgive me when deep down, you know you're just using this whole cheating shit as an excuse to push me away."

I blinked hard, my heart racing faster.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You don't hate me, Tyler." His voice was low and calm now, like he was completely sure of himself. "You're just scared."

I opened my mouth to say something — anything — but nothing came out.

"Fuck you, Logan," I muttered shakily, trying to push those thoughts away.

He laughed softly — a dark, bitter laugh.

"You already did... in another life."

My heart stopped.

I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me.

I didn't know what he meant by that... but the way he said it sent chills crawling down my spine.

"One other thing I need to make clear also, do not ever call this number for a reason that you want to forgive me or guilt trip me."

"Do not dare call this line for that shitty reason, the only reason you can call this number is if you want me to fuck you till you wouldn't be able to walk with my big fat Dick." He said and my mouth was left hanging.

I wasn't able to close it because what the actual fuck is happening.

"Goodnight, Tyler," he whispered.

And before I could say another word —

Click.

He hung up.

I sat frozen on the bed, staring blankly at the screen.

My heart was still thudding hard against my chest.

What the hell just happened?

I slowly placed the phone down on the nightstand, my mind spinning with a thousand questions.

"What the fuck came over Logan today?"

Let's not even call it today.

Today is too long

What in the fuck came over Logan few minutes ago?

This is definitely the Logan I knew in school that was always acting like a jerk.

I laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dark.

Somehow... I had a feeling that this new Logan or what ever he is , was going to fuck me up.

The funny part of all these is that, I'm ready for whatever he wants to do.

"Let's keep the fire burning "