His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 70: How To Get Away With Murder

Chapter 70- How to get away with murder

Tyler's POV

Logan's voice sliced through the air like a sharp blade, cutting me off just when I was about to answer Professor Dave's question.

"Poor Tyler!"

The words echoed in the room, followed by a few snickers from the back.

I clenched my fists tightly by my side, trying to suppress the burning anger bubbling inside of me.

This guy... This fucking guy...

If murder wasn't illegal, Logan would have been six feet under by now.

I slowly turned my head towards him, my eyes narrowing into thin slits. That smug smirk was still plastered on his face — the same smirk that made me want to rip his lips off and feed it to him for breakfast.

"Logan, you really should consider shutting the fuck up once in a while. It might actually do you some good." I said through gritted teeth, loud enough for him to hear but low enough not to attract too much attention.

Logan leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms behind his head like he had all the time in the world.

"Ouch... Did I hit a nerve, Little Tyler with the big mouth?"

This motherfucker...

I swear to God, if not that I was trying to be the bigger person, I would have shoved his entire fucking desk down his throat by now.

"Tyler."

Professor Dave's voice broke through the tension.

I turned back to him, forcing the fakest smile I could muster.

"Yes, Professor?"

"Are you alright?"

Oh, I'm fucking great, Professor. Just having a little mental debate on whether to commit a felony right here in your class or not.

"I'm fine, sir. Just... tired." I replied, keeping my voice calm.

Professor Dave gave me a small nod before turning back to his board.

I exhaled deeply and finally made my way to my seat — the one at the far back, away from all the drama.

But of course...

Logan's seat was right beside mine.

Life just had a special way of fucking me over, huh?

I threw my bag on the desk and slumped into the chair, ignoring the way Logan was watching me like a fucking hawk.

I could feel his eyes burning holes into the side of my face, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of looking at him.

He was trying to get a reaction out of me — I knew it.

But I wasn't going to give him the pleasure.

Not today.

I focused on the professor's boring ass lecture, trying to block everything out.

For the first few minutes, it worked...

Until I heard Logan's low voice whispering beside me.

"So... Dick shaming, huh?"

My jaw clenched.

Ignore him, Tyler.

Ignore him.

"I still remember the way you were moaning my name that night... You want me to remind you how big it felt in your little tight ass?"

My hand snapped out, gripping the pen in my fingers so hard I was surprised it didn't break.

This guy seriously had a death wish.

"You know what's funny, Logan?" I finally muttered without turning to look at him.

"What?"

I slowly leaned in closer, keeping my voice dangerously low.

"The only thing big about you is your fucking mouth."

His smirk immediately dropped.

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Bullseye, motherfucker.

I smirked to myself, finally getting the reaction I wanted.

But of course, Logan being Logan, he recovered quickly — leaning even closer until his breath was fanning against the side of my face.

"Oh baby... but you loved my mouth that night, didn't you? Want me to remind you how I made you beg for it?"

Jesus Christ...

This guy was really asking to get his teeth knocked out today.

I turned my head slowly to face him, our noses almost touching as I stared him dead in the eye.

"You want to know the only thing I regret about that night, Logan?"

He smirked again, probably thinking I was about to admit some dumb shit.

"What?"

"Not suffocating you with the fucking pillow when I had the chance."

Logan's smile froze on his face, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something in his eyes.

Annoyance?

Anger?

Good.

Let him be mad.

I leaned back in my seat with a victorious smirk, finally feeling a little better.

But of course...

Logan always had to have the last word.

"I like this new Tyler..." he whispered with a grin.

"Feisty... but still tight."

I literally had to grip the edges of my desk to stop myself from launching across the table and strangling the life out of him.

This guy was testing every single atom of patience I had left in me.

"Mr Tyler!"

Professor Dave's voice boomed from the front of the class, making me snap my head towards him.

Oh great... Now what?

"Would you like to share with the entire class what's so interesting back there?"

Fuck.

I glanced around to see everyone's eyes on me again, whispers already starting to spread across the room like wildfire.

"No, sir." I muttered, sinking deeper into my seat.

Professor Dave gave me one of his long, hard stares before turning back to his lecture.

I glared at Logan from the corner of my eyes, silently plotting ten different ways to commit murder and make it look like an accident.

Logan just smirked wider, winking at me like the little shit he was.

"You love me, Little Tyler."

"Go to hell, Logan."

"Been there... They said you were coming next."

This fucking bastard.

The rest of the class went painfully slow, with Logan occasionally whispering shit into my ear just to piss me off even more.

By the time the lecture finally ended, I was practically sprinting out of the class — anything to get away from him before I actually committed first-degree murder.

But of course...

Logan just had to follow behind me like the fucking psycho stalker that he was.

"Aww... running away from me already, baby?"

I stopped dead in my tracks, spinning around so fast that Logan almost bumped into me.

"You know what, Logan?"

"What?" He smirked, leaning in with that cocky grin still plastered on his face.

"Go fuck yourself."

His smirk widened.

"I'd rather fuck you."

Jesus Christ...

I really needed to find a way to get this psycho off my back before I actually caught a murder case.

With one final glare, I turned around and stormed off — leaving Logan's annoying laughter echoing behind me.

This was going to be a long fucking day.

"I swear to God, one of us is going to end up in the hospital or in jail by the end of this semester."

And something told me...

I was the one that was going to end up in the jail and Logan in the hospital and if cares not taken , in the mortuary