His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 69: Little D, Big Trouble

Chapter 69- Little D, Big Trouble

Tyler's POV

I raked my fingers through my hair, frustration bubbling inside me like boiling water.

First, it was Mrs. Agnes—the walking nightmare in heels—trying to ruin my morning. Now, it was this psycho standing in front of me, blocking my way like he owned the entire damn campus.

Logan.

Of all people in the world, why the hell did it have to be Logan?

"I don't have time for this today." I muttered, trying to walk past him, praying he'd get the message and disappear like the bad dream he was.

But of course...

Logan was a certified bastard who never knew when to back off.

"Uh uh uh." His annoyingly deep voice rang out behind me, making me freeze on the spot. "Not so fast, Little Tyler with the Big D."

I swear to God, I felt my blood pressure rise instantly.

Why the hell did he have to say that out loud?

Heads were already turning as students passed by, some trying to eavesdrop, others giggling like they just heard the juiciest gossip of the century.

"Why are you in such a hurry, huh?" Logan leaned closer, smirking like the devil himself. "Do you hate me that much? I mean... damn... after all we've been through? You should stay a little longer so we can catch up."

Catch up?

I swear to God, if I don't punch him in the face right now, I deserve a Nobel Peace Prize.

His voice was pure mockery, and deep down, I wanted to punch that smirk off his stupidly handsome face.

But no.

I was going to be the bigger person.

At least... that's what I kept telling myself.

If I couldn't beat the shit out of him, I'd do what I do best — be a sarcastic, petty little bitch.

"You know what, Logan?" I plastered the fakest smile on my face. "I really don't have anything to say to you. Just because I didn't fall for your little fling doesn't mean you're entitled to my time."

His smirk widened, but I saw the flicker of irritation in his eyes.

Bullseye.

"Fling?" Logan cocked his head, pretending to be hurt. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

"What else should I call it?" I shrugged. "A desperate, pathetic attempt to get into my pants?"

Logan's smirk faltered for a second — just a second — before it came back even darker.

"Oh, Little Tyler..." His voice dropped lower, almost seductive. "You really don't want to mess with me."

"Trust me, Little Logan with the Little D—"

His smile vanished instantly.

Gotcha.

"What did you just say?"

I grinned wider, leaning against the wall like I had all the time in the world.

"I'm so sorry, poor little one, but I don't repeat myself."

His eyes darkened, jaw clenching.

"Did you just call my dick little?"

I swear I almost burst out laughing right there. The way he said it—like it was the most offensive thing anyone had ever said to him—was the funniest shit I'd heard all week.

"Oh..." I smirked. "So you're not deaf after all?"

Logan stepped closer, voice low but dangerous.

"I can take any insult from you, Tyler... but I won't take dick shaming."

I blinked at him.

Was this guy serious?

I mean... what the actual fuck?

"Is that what we're calling it now?" I snorted. "Dick shaming?"

He didn't say anything, just kept glaring at me like he was one second away from strangling me.

"Well..." I shrugged. "If that's what we're calling it, then yeah—I'm dick shaming. Go fuck yourself if you don't like it."

Logan's nostrils flared.

Bingo.

I could see the vein on his forehead popping out.

But instead of snapping, the bastard suddenly threw his head back and started laughing like a whole-ass maniac.

"Funny..." He wiped a fake tear from his eye. "You were calling it small, but the last time I checked — back in your daddy's house bathroom — you were the one begging me for back shots till you got filled up, huh?"

My entire body stiffened.

This motherfucker...

I felt my ears burn, but I refused to let him see that he got to me.

"All of a sudden, it's small?" Logan grinned wider, leaning dangerously close. His hot breath fanned against my face. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Tyler."

His fingers brushed against my jaw, tilting my chin up.

I slapped his hand away so fast, like it was a disease.

"Get your filthy hands off me, asshole. God knows where you've been sticking them."

Logan chuckled, stepping back with his hands raised in mock surrender.

"Still feisty, huh?"

"Still a fucking jerk, huh?" I fired back without missing a beat.

Logan's smirk didn't waver. He just winked at me like the annoying little shit he was before walking away, leaving me standing there fuming.

Jerk.

Fucking jerk.

I watched him walk ahead, and to make things worse, we were heading to the same class.

Why the hell did I have to share classes with this bastard?

If life had a block button, I would've blocked Logan's entire existence by now.

The worst part?

Logan knew exactly how to get under my skin.

He was always one step ahead, always pushing my buttons — like he enjoyed watching me squirm.

I followed him into the hallway, keeping my distance, but the bastard just had to be extra.

He walked into the class first and slammed the door shut right behind him — on purpose.

Now I'd have to open it...

In front of everyone...

With the loud, creaky-ass door that sounded like it hadn't been oiled since the 1800s.

Fuck you, Logan.

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I stood there for a second, mentally cussing him out under my breath before finally pushing the door open.

Creeeeakkkkkk.

Boom.

Every single head in the class turned to me.

Exactly what I didn't want.

Logan was already seated, watching me with that smug smirk plastered on his face like he won the fucking lottery.

Bastard.

"Tyler!"

I froze halfway to my seat.

Professor Dave.

Oh... fucking great.

Just what I needed.

"You're here."

I forced the fakest smile in the history of fake smiles.

"Good morning, Professor Dave."

"Good morning to one of my best students." He smiled brightly. "How have you been?"

"I've b-b-b—"

I didn't even get to finish the sentence before a certain annoying voice cut in from across the room.

Logan.

"Oh, he's been so busy trying to heal from what Alexis did to him."

My head snapped towards him so fast, I almost gave myself whiplash.

That son of a—

The whole class started murmuring, and I felt every single eye burning into me.

Logan was grinning ear to ear, sitting there like the world's biggest asshole, while I stood there plotting 1001 ways to commit a murder without getting caught.

I clenched my fists so hard my nails almost broke skin.

Calm down, Tyler.

Breathe in...

Breathe out...

Don't give him the satisfaction.

I forced out a smile, turned back to Professor Dave, and pretended Logan didn't exist.

"Ignore him, Professor. Some people don't know how to keep their mouths shut."

Logan chuckled lowly, barely loud enough for anyone else to hear.

"But they sure know how to use their mouths... don't they?"

That was it.

I was going to kill him.

Right here.

Right now.

I'd strangle him with my bare hands and dump his body in the janitor's closet.

I'd even write my confession letter and tape it to his corpse.

But instead, I just plastered another fake smile on my face, walked to my seat, and made one silent vow—

I am going to make Logan's life a living hell.

He wanted war?

Fine.

I was about to become his worst fucking nightmare.