His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 75: The Bitch Who Stole Tyler

Chapter 75: The Bitch Who Stole Tyler

Logan's POV

I watched Tyler from the hallway as he ripped Alexis apart with words.

My lips twitched into a proud smirk, barely holding back the chuckle threatening to escape.

Finally.

Finally, he grew some fucking balls.

I had been waiting for this version of Tyler — the version that didn't let people walk all over him like a fucking doormat.

Not going to lie... I was proud of him.

No.

Not pretty proud.

Very, very fucking proud.

I had already made up my mind to tease him the second he walked into class — because, well... that's what I do best.

Making his life a living hell is practically my favorite pastime.

I fucking loved how I got under his skin — how I pissed him off till his ears turned red and his lips parted in those little angry pouts.

He always looked so fucking adorable when he was angry.

But right now?

Seeing him drag Alexis like that?

He looked hot.

I was about to walk up to him, ready to tell him he'd done enough — that Alexis probably wouldn't recover from that humiliation in this lifetime — when she walked up to him.

I froze.

My eyes narrowed into slits.

What the fuck?

Is that...

Isn't that the same bitch who kissed him at the club?

The same girl who got drunk and practically clung to him like a fucking parasite?

What the hell is she doing here?

In our school?

My whole body stiffened, and my fists clenched so hard my knuckles turned white.

Of all people... why did it have to be her?

That bitch.

That Tyler-stealing, life-ruining, good-for-nothing bitch.

Just seeing her made my blood boil.

I swear to God, if this bitch is transferring to our school...

I might just commit murder.

But it was what she said next that completely shattered me.

"Tyler is my boyfriend."

I blinked.

My heart stopped.

Wait...

Wait... what?

Tell me I didn't just fucking hear that.

Boyfriend?

Tyler's... boyfriend?

No.

No fucking way.

Maybe I was hearing things.

Yeah.

That had to be it.

I must have misheard.

There's no fucking way Tyler would date that walking disaster.

Not after what happened between us.

Not after that kiss.

Not after he looked me in the eyes that night with those soft, confused little puppy eyes like he wanted me to kiss him again.

He said they were nothing special.

I fucking remember asking him about her in the car, and that's exactly what he said.

"Nothing special."

Was he lying to me?

My heart clenched so tight I felt like I couldn't breathe.

And the worst fucking part?

Tyler...

He didn't deny it.

He fucking agreed.

"Yes... we're dating."

I felt something snap inside me.

My vision blurred with red.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

So all that shit that happened at his father's house meant nothing to him?

That kiss meant nothing to him?

He really went from kissing me one night to dating this bitch the next?

I knew Tyler was a pretender... but this?

This was too fucking much.

I couldn't even move.

I just stood there like some idiot statue, watching them walk away together — watching him smile at her, watching her giggle like she'd just won the fucking lottery.

I should be the one standing beside him.

I should be the one making his life miserable.

I should be the only person he gives those pissed-off, disgusted looks to — not her.

Tyler doesn't have the fucking right to look at someone else like that.

If I can't have him...

No one else should.

I turned to go back to class, but halfway there, I remembered I'd forgotten my book.

Fuck.

I had to go back.

Maybe a walk would clear my head.

So I took a different hallway — one people barely used — just to get some air.

Big fucking mistake.

Because there they were.

Again.

Her annoying, high-pitched laugh echoed through the hallway, making my skin crawl.

She was flashing her teeth like she was auditioning to be a fucking Colgate ambassador.

Bitch.

I swear she was doing it on purpose.

Tyler stood beside her, hands stuffed in his pockets, looking half-annoyed and half... flustered.

I clenched my jaw so hard I thought I might break my own teeth.

That should be me standing there, pissing him off.

That should be me making his life unbearable — not some random bitch who popped out of nowhere.

I know I told myself I wouldn't like Tyler.

I promised myself I wouldn't.

But that doesn't give her the right to fucking take my place.

And Tyler...

That bastard.

He really went ahead and got himself a girlfriend without even fully recovering from the heartbreak I gave him?

What a fucking whore.

I knew I told him to keep his forgiveness to himself, but that didn't mean he had to go running into the arms of the first woman who spread her legs for him.

At this point, I didn't even care if they were dating or not.

I just wanted her gone.

Out of the picture.

Out of Tyler's life.

Out of my fucking sight.

I don't mind if Tyler stays single for the rest of his miserable life — as long as he's not with someone else.

If I can't have him...

No one else fucking will.

I need to come up with a plan.

Fast.

I can't kill her — no matter how badly I want to snap her neck — because Tyler would never forgive me for that.

But...

I can set her up.

Make her fall for some random guy — the kind of guy who would ruin her life and break her heart into a million little pieces.

It would be fate.

Or at least...

She would think it was fate.

I would be the one pulling the strings from behind the curtain.

By the time I'm done with her, she won't even remember Tyler ever existed.

I'll have him all to myself again.

I'll keep pissing him off.

Keep making him hate me.

Because if I can't have his love...

I'll take his hate.

It's better than nothing.

I was still plotting her downfall in my head, glaring at them like a psychopath, when Tyler suddenly looked up — straight at me.

Our eyes locked.

His brows furrowed, and I saw that little spark of irritation flicker in his brown eyes.

Good.

At least he was still mine in some fucked-up way.

I made sure to hold his gaze, letting him see every ounce of hatred boiling inside me before turning on my heel and walking away.

I couldn't stand another fucking second of watching them together.

By the time I walked back into class, the physics teacher still hadn't arrived — lazy old bastard.

If they gave out awards for the best latecomer, that man would be a Guinness World Record holder.

I slumped into my seat — the one right beside Tyler's — trying to arrange my notes and pretend like I wasn't planning a whole-ass murder in my head.

Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse...

The door creaked open.

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I didn't even need to look.

I could feel her presence like a fucking disease infecting the whole classroom.

Tyler walked in.

With her.

That bitch.

My whole body went rigid, and the only thought running through my head was —

Why the hell is she in the same class with us?