His After The Heartbreak (BL)

Chapter 6 – The Fallout

Tyler's POV

I stormed out of the school building, my fists clenched and my breathing ragged. My car came into view, and all I wanted was to get out of here—away from the chaos, away from Logan, away from… everything.

Reaching for the car door, I paused, leaning on the handle to steady myself. My chest felt tight like I'd been holding my breath since Logan's confession.

But just as I was about to climb in, I was shoved.

The force wasn't enough to knock me over, but it was aggressive. I turned sharply, ready to lash out, only to come face-to-face with her.

"Alexis," I muttered, disbelief laced in my voice.

She stood there with her arms crossed, looking like she owned the world, her perfect hair swaying in the light breeze.

"What do you want?" I asked, my tone edged with irritation.

For a moment, she said nothing. Her lips curled into a smirk, and before I could process her silence, she lunged forward and kissed me.

Her lips pressed against mine forcefully, and my first instinct was to push her off. I gripped her shoulders and tried to break free, but she clung to me like her life depended on it.

"Stop it, Alexis," I said, my words muffled against her lips.

Suddenly, she pulled back, her eyes scanning my face like she'd found what she was looking for. Before I could speak, a sharp sting burned across my cheek as she slapped me.

I stumbled back, stunned. My cheek throbbed, the heat spreading instantly. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I barked.

Alexis pointed a manicured finger at me, her voice rising in accusation. "How dare you follow me? Stalk me? I told you it's over! I don't want to waste my life with a cheat like you!"

My jaw dropped. "What are you even talking about? Stalking you? Cheat? Are you delusional?"

She scoffed, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "Don't play dumb, Tyler. You've been harassing me ever since I dumped you. And now you pull this pathetic stunt to try and win me back?"

It hit me then. The kiss—her whole act—it was staged. She wanted to make me look like the bad guy.

"That's not what happened!" I protested. "You're twisting everything! You kissed me!"

Alexis rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh, please. No one's going to believe that."

She turned her head slightly, and I noticed the small crowd gathering nearby. People whispered among themselves, their judgmental eyes locked on us.

From the group, someone called out, "Doesn't look like she forced herself on you, man."

My fists tightened at my sides, the anger bubbling so close to the surface I could barely contain it.

"Are you kidding me?!" I yelled, turning to the crowd. "You all saw her push me and—"

But they weren't listening. They were too busy whispering, their eyes darting between me and Alexis like we were the latest episode of their favorite reality show.

Alexis smirked, her plan working perfectly.

I turned back to her, my voice low and dangerous. "You're pathetic."

She laughed bitterly. "And you're a loser. Nothing can change my mind about that—not even your sad little attempts at a kiss."

I'd had enough. "Get off my car," I said through gritted teeth, shoving her aside.

She staggered but quickly regained her footing. "You'll regret this, Tyler!" she shouted as I climbed into my car.

I slammed the door shut and started the engine, her voice fading as I sped out of the parking lot.

I drove aimlessly, my knuckles white as I gripped the steering wheel. The anger kept building inside me, but beneath it, something deeper stirred—pain.

The betrayal, the humiliation—it was too much.

I pulled over abruptly on the side of the road, the stillness of the night settling around me. My chest heaved, and before I could stop myself, tears poured down my face.

I leaned forward, resting my forehead against the steering wheel. The sobs wracked my body, and my breaths came in shallow gasps.

I couldn't breathe.

The weight of everything pressed down on my chest, making it impossible to draw in a full breath. My hands trembled as I wiped at my face, but the tears wouldn't stop.

Why did it hurt so much?

Alexis didn't deserve my tears, yet I couldn't hold them back. The image of her standing there, accusing me in front of everyone, replayed in my mind like a cruel joke.

I didn't know when it happened, but at some point, exhaustion overtook me. My body slumped against the seat, and the world around me faded.

A vibration jolted me awake.

I blinked groggily, lifting my head. My neck ached from the awkward position, and my face was damp with dried tears.

I groaned, realizing I'd fallen asleep in the car.

Reaching for my phone, I saw my mom's name flashing on the screen. I hesitated. I didn't want to talk to anyone, but I knew ignoring her would only make things worse.

I swiped to answer. "Hey, Mom."

"Tyler, where are you?" her voice was laced with worry. "I've been calling you for hours!"

"I'm fine," I lied, trying to steady my voice.

"Fine? You sound horrible. Are you at home?"

I glanced out the window at the empty road. "Yeah, I'm… I'm home. Just tired, that's all."

Her sigh of relief was audible. "You scared me. I thought something happened."

"I'm okay, Mom. Don't worry," I said, forcing a small smile she couldn't see.

"Alright," she said softly. "But you need to rest, Tyler. Don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "I will."

"When are you coming inside?" she asked.

"Soon," I lied again.

She hesitated before saying, "Okay. Goodnight, Tyler. Love you."

"Love you too," I murmured, ending the call.

I checked the time and realized I'd been out for five hours. I groaned, running a hand through my hair.

This day couldn't get any worse.

When I finally got home, I parked in the garage and sat there for a moment, gathering myself.

Pushing the door open, I stepped out into the cool night air. My body felt heavy as I trudged inside, each step dragging me further into my exhaustion.

I was halfway up the stairs when my mom's voice stopped me.

"Tyler, wait."

I sighed, muttering a quiet curse under my breath. "What is it, Mom?"

She hesitated, her face unreadable. "Your dad… he's getting married."

The words hit me like a punch to the gut.

"And we're invited," she added quietly.

I stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in. My father—the man who'd left us without a second thought—was starting a new life.

With a bitter laugh, I muttered, "Of course he is."