His After The Heartbreak (BL)

Chapter 8- Piece of my mind.

Logan's POV

I walked to the bench near the school courtyard as I sat on it, running my hand through my hair in frustration. Tyler's angry face kept flashing in my mind, and his voice—the hurt, the betrayal—

I wanted to apologize to him , and I ended up kissing him!!!!

"Oh no!!"

I just couldn't hold it , now he hates me for kissing him and also kissing his girlfriend

"why the hell did I do that?" I muttered my breath, my hands shaking.

I knew I'd been a complete jackass. Kissing his girlfriend? What the hell was I thinking? But deep down, I knew the answer. It wasn't like I'd forced her. She had come to me—she made the move. And I took the opportunity because, God help me, I liked him. I liked Tyler so damn much that I thought maybe, just maybe, if he saw the truth about her, if he realized she wasn't worth his love, then maybe he'd see me.

But I hadn't just hurt him—I'd crushed him. Tyler had been so blinded by his love for her that he hadn't seen what was right in front of him. And I'd taken that blindfold off in the worst way possible.

I felt like an idiot.

As I sat there, staring at the ground, my thoughts spinning, I heard the school principal's voice behind me.

I thought she had left after Tyler warned her to warn me?"

"Logan?" The principal's tone was cautious, almost too concerned. "Are you alright? Did Tyler do something to you?"

I turned around, startled to find her standing a few feet away, her eyes scanning me like I was a wounded animal.

"What?" I asked, confused by her sudden words.

The principal stepped closer, her expression softening with pity. "It's okay, Logan. You can tell me if he's bullying you. Tyler's been… difficult lately. His behavior is becoming unbearable. A complete jerk, don't you think?"

Her words made my stomach churn. A jerk? Tyler? No. He wasn't perfect, but he wasn't the person she was painting him to be.

I stood up abruptly, cutting her off before she could say more. "No," I said firmly, my voice sharper than I intended. "It's not Tyler's fault. If anything, it's mine."

Her brows furrowed, her pity replaced with confusion—and a hint of annoyance. "Logan, I know you're trying to be kind, but Tyler's behavior is out of control. He's been harassing students, lashing out. It's clearly because of… well, you. He's upset because you got the girl, and now he's making it everyone else's problem."

I froze, her words hitting me like a slap. Got the girl? Was that really what everyone thought? That I was somehow flaunting a victory over Tyler?

"You're serious?" I finally managed, my voice low with disbelief.

She crossed her arms, her face hardening. "Logan, you're a good kid. I understand you're trying to protect him, but Tyler's actions aren't acceptable. If he keeps acting like this—harassing others, being disruptive—you need to report him. We'll deal with him. I mean, honestly, he's the one who's being the bully here, not you. He's making such a big deal out of this whole situation, and frankly, it's ridiculous. He's acting like a manipulative, backstabbing—"

"Stop," I interrupted, my tone cutting through her rant like a knife. My hands balled into fists at my sides as I fought to keep my temper in check. "Stop talking about Tyler like that."

Her eyes widened slightly, but I didn't care. I

"Logan—"

"No," I snapped, stepping closer. "You don't get to talk about him like that. Not after everything he's done for this school. Do you even hear yourself? Two weeks ago, you were calling him the best student here. A role model. The one everyone should look up to. And now? Because he's having one bad day, you're ready to call him a bully? A loser? You're pathetic."

Her face turned red, but I didn't stop. The anger boiling inside me wouldn't let me.

"You're the same person who praised him for organizing the charity drive last semester. Remember that? Who stayed late to make sure it was a success? Tyler. The sports fundraiser last year? Tyler. He stepped up because no one else would. And when the lockers in the boys' gym were broken, who helped fix them? Tyler. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to help. But now, because he's struggling, you're tearing him down like he's nothing? You're a two-faced hypocrite, and it's disgusting."

"Logan, I don't appreciate your tone—"

"And I don't appreciate you trashing Tyler," I shot back, my voice sharp and unwavering. "You think this is helping? You think turning against him is going to make anything better? You don't even know what he's been through today. You don't know what's going on in his head. But instead of helping him, you're making it worse."

She opened her mouth to argue, but I wasn't finished.

"You called him a role model, someone everyone should aspire to be like," I continued, my voice rising. "And now you're saying he's a bully? A jerk? You're pathetic. You're the problem, not him."

The principal's face twisted with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She wasn't used to being called out, and it was clear she didn't know how to handle it.

"Logan," she said, her voice tight, "I don't understand why you're defending him. Wasn't he bullying you just a few minutes ago?"

I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. "You don't get it, do you? I'm defending him because he doesn't deserve this. Tyler isn't the problem—you are. You and everyone else who's so quick to turn against him."

She stared at me, speechless for once, and I took that as my cue to leave.

Without waiting for her response, I walked away, my heart pounding.

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As I headed to my locker, I couldn't stop thinking about what Tyler had been through today. If the principal's attitude was any indication, I could only imagine how many other people had turned on him. It made me sick.

I was just about to pack up my things for the day when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I froze, taking a deep breath to calm myself before I turned around. I didn't want to snap at some random person.

But when I turned, I found myself face to face with her.

Tyler's girlfriend. The bitch herself, Alexis.

My jaw tightened instantly, and I felt a wave of irritation flood through me. Of all the people I wanted to see right now, she was the absolute last. I crossed my arms, doing my best to keep my temper in check. "What do you want?" I asked flatly.

She gave me one of her fake smiles, the kind that always made me want to roll my eyes. She tilted her head, batting her lashes in that overly practiced way she probably thought was charming. It wasn't. It was nauseating.

"I heard you were with Tyler earlier," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "What were you two talking about?"

My eyes narrowed as I stared her down, my disgust barely hidden. "Who are you to ask me that?" I said, my tone sharp and cutting. "Who gave you the right?"

She let out a laugh, soft and dismissive, like my question wasn't worth answering. Then, to my utter disbelief, she reached up and lightly trailed her fingers along my cheek.

I slapped her hand away so fast she barely saw it coming. "Don't," I warned, my voice low and cold.

Her eyes darted around nervously as she glanced over her shoulder, making sure no one was watching. That's when I knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to keep up the act, playing the innocent card while scheming behind everyone's backs. Typical Alexis.

"Logan," she purred, leaning slightly closer, "I really like you. Maybe we should take this thing between us to the next level."

I stared at her, caught between disbelief and rage. "What thing?" I asked, my voice flat and cold. "Who told you there was a 'thing' between us?"

She blinked, clearly thrown off by my response. "But we kissed—"

"You kissed me," I interrupted sharply. "Don't twist it. And it meant nothing."

Her fake charm faltered for a second before she quickly recovered, folding her arms across her chest. "Oh, please," she scoffed, her tone suddenly biting. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it. We both know you did. Tyler just had to ruin it with his bad timing. But now we can pick up where we left off."

I stepped forward, closing the small gap between us. My voice dropped dangerously low, a cold edge to my words. "Listen to me carefully," I said, my eyes boring into hers. "There was nothing between us. There will never be anything between us. You're a cheap little cheat who throws herself at any guy who gives her the slightest bit of attention."

Her mouth opened, but I didn't give her a chance to speak.

"And don't think for one second you can manipulate me like you've done with everyone," I continued, my voice rising just enough to make her flinch. "You think you're smart, don't you? Playing the innocent girlfriend while sneaking around behind everyone and causing havoc. "

"But guess what, Alexis? I see right through you. You're nothing but a liar and cheap little thing that wasn't loved enough by mommy and daddy."

"Perhaps you should tell mommy and daddy to give you more love so you could understand what love truly is and stop throwing your body at any guy."