His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 88: Battle Of Egos

Chapter 88- A Battle Of Ego's

Tyler's POV

I exhaled sharply, running a frustrated hand through my hair. Logan was seriously overreacting. It wasn't even a big deal. All I did was deny him to Naomi. That's it. It's not like she was going to go around announcing it to the whole school.

And now?

Now Logan had promised to fuck any damn girl I dated. That—more than anything—was what had me on edge.

Because I knew Logan.

I knew what he was capable of.

Logan wasn't just some guy. He was fine as hell, and every girl knew it. He could walk into a room, flash that cocky smirk, and girls would open their legs without hesitation. Even the ones with boyfriends.

Hell, even my girlfriend wouldn't be an exception.

Fuck.

I clenched my jaw and slammed my fist against the wall, my knuckles stinging from the impact.

If Naomi had just kept her mouth shut, none of this would've happened.

But no. She had to come running up to me, asking about Logan, and like a fucking idiot, I'd called him a creep. And of course, Naomi's mouth ran like a damn faucet, spreading it around until it reached Logan.

If it weren't for her, Logan would've brushed it off. He would've continued teasing me like always, maybe making me squirm a little, but it wouldn't have escalated into this.

Now?

Now he was pissed.

Now he wanted revenge.

And Naomi? She had once again managed to make everything worse.

Kudos to her. She had a real talent for ruining my life.

I scoffed, shaking my head. She acted like being my fake girlfriend gave her the right to be clingy as hell, chasing people away, acting like we had something real. At this point, she was doing more than an actual girlfriend would.

And now Logan was threatening to fuck her.

If I didn't care about Naomi, I wouldn't have given a damn. Hell, I might've even let it happen just to teach her a lesson. But I knew Logan. He'd love-bomb her, make her fall for him, just so he could take what he wanted and toss her aside like trash.

I couldn't let that happen.

Even if she was the root of all my current problems, I wasn't heartless enough to let Logan destroy her.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. Naomi barely even knew me. Barely knew my family. She had been around for what? Two weeks? And already, she was acting like she had some claim over me.

Fucking Naomi.

She was the reason for all of this.

"Don't even blame her," my subconscious sneered. "She isn't entirely the cause. You were the one who told her Logan was a creep."

I scowled.

"All she did was ask about him, and you made it worse. You're the one who painted Logan in a bad light. You could've just said he was a friend, someone surprised to see you two together. But no, you had to be a dick. And now you want to blame Naomi?"

I clenched my fists. If my subconscious wasn't a part of me, I'd punch it in the face.

I rolled my eyes, deciding to ignore the voice in my head. It wasn't my business what it thought.

I straightened my posture and walked out of the dim classroom, forcing my face into something neutral. I couldn't let anyone see how rattled I was by Logan's threats.

At least, not in public.

I was a man. I needed to act like one.

I walked through the hallway, gripping my notebook tightly, my mind racing. I just needed to get to class, sit through the final lecture, and hope—just this once—that Naomi would mind her damn business. That she wouldn't find a way to piss Logan off again.

But who was I kidding? That was impossible.

Logan wasn't someone you messed with and walked away unscathed. He was the type to retaliate, to hit where it hurt the most. And Naomi, being Naomi, was pushing him straight to the edge.

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I had a bad feeling.

And the moment I stepped into class, I realized I had been right all along.

There she was, standing right in front of Logan, her entire body radiating hostility. A threatening glare in her eyes, her posture stiff with anger.

I sighed. Here we go again.

I already knew how this was going to play out. Naomi would throw her empty threats at Logan, trying to act tough, thinking she could win against him. And Logan? Logan never backed down from a challenge.

I rushed over before things could escalate, forcing my way between them.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked, my voice sharp, trying to defuse whatever this was before it got worse.

Naomi ignored me, her entire focus on Logan, her eyes filled with hatred.

She really needs to calm down.

Because if there was one thing I knew about Logan, it was that he didn't give a single fuck if someone hated him. In fact, the more someone hated him, the more fun he had making them hate him even more.

And that was what I was afraid of.

I was praying—begging—that Logan wouldn't revert back to the arrogant, ruthless asshole he used to be.

But then Logan smirked. And that was when I knew.

It was already too late.

His next words hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of my lungs.

"I don't know, baby," I said smoothly. "Maybe she's just mad because I told her how sweet you are in bed. And how you moan my name like a little slut."

The world tilted. My breath caught in my throat.

What. The. Fuck.

I couldn't even react. Couldn't move. My entire body froze.

He—he didn't just say that.

I rubbed my face, my skin burning with humiliation, wishing for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

And then, like adding fuel to the fire, Naomi turned to me, her voice shaking.

"Tyler... is it true?" Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Did you really moan his name like a little slut?"

I clenched my fists.

What the actual fuck was wrong with her?

Why was she acting like I had just betrayed her in the worst possible way? Like she was heartbroken?

She needed to stop pretending. She needed to stop acting like she gave a damn because I was getting sick of it.

Sick of her.

She was behaving like a lunatic—like someone who hadn't taken their damn meds.

I had had enough.

I turned to her, my voice laced with frustration. "Naomi, can we stop pretending? Can we stop acting like we have something real between us? Because this is really pissing me off."

She flinched at my words, but I didn't care.

Logan's voice cut through the tension.

"You should advise her to stop telling the whole school that I want to steal you from her." His smirk widened as he leaned closer, eyes glinting with amusement. "There's absolutely nothing good or sweet about you that I'd ever want to snatch away."