His After The Heartbreak (BL)
Chapter 212: To Be Friends Again

Chapter 212: To Be Friends Again

Chapter 212- To be friends again

"It doesn’t look like you came to visit my mom. It looks like you came to meet me. Look, Logan, I’m not interested in whatever you have to say."

I stared at him.

And honestly? I almost laughed.

Was this the part where I’d run up to him, hit him on his chest, cry my eyes out, and yell, "Why did you write that letter? Why did you say you didn’t want anything to do with me?"

The only thing I planned to do right now was snub him. Hard. Act like his little letter didn’t even scratch me. Like I read it and moved on. Like he meant nothing to me.

Because that’s what I needed him to see.

That he wasn’t important anymore.

"Point of correction, Tyler," I said, turning to him with the calmest voice I could find. "I didn’t come here for you. There’s nothing special about you. So why on earth would I come here to meet you?"

He blinked.

"What would I even talk to you about if I came here because of you?"

"I came here to see Mrs. Beatrice. That’s the only reason I’m standing here. Not for you."

But he wasn’t buying it.

He walked up to me.

Like, right up to my face.

And this boy—this man, or whatever he thought he was—had forgotten that our parents were in the same room. My dad. His mom. My little sister. Watching us..

"I know you saw the letter, Logan," he said softly. "And you came here to beg. But I’m just going to tell you now—you don’t need to beg. Because I’ve already made up my mind. Nothing is going to change it."

I burst into laughter.

I know. I probably shouldn’t have laughed in his face. But it was just—he sounded so ridiculous. So sure of himself.

He looked confused. Embarrassed. Even a little pissed.

When I finally caught my breath, I wiped a fake tear from my eye and said, "Who told you I cared about the stupid letter you sent?"

He blinked.

"Tyler, I don’t care. Not even a little. You sent the letter, good for you. You spoke your mind. So what? Why are you still talking about it?"

"I read the letter," I continued,

"And guess what? I didn’t feel anything. You actually saved me the trouble of saying what I wanted to say. So thank you. A win is a win."

His cheeks turned red.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Just stood there. Silent. Embarrassed..

He really thought he’d win this. Thought he’d crush me with that letter and I’d come crawling.

Poor thing.

My dad had already told me not to fall apart over this boy. And I didn’t.

He should really get that into his thick skull.

I stared straight at him and said, "Now, if you don’t mind... excuse me. I have a very important person to see and talk to."

And with that, I calmly raised my left hand and pushed him out of my way.

The moment my hand touched him, he moved like he had no strength at all—like he was made of feathers. He stumbled back and hit the wall behind him, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, looking at me like I had just slapped him.

I didn’t even flinch.

He could look at me all he wanted. Hell, I could offer him popcorn if he needed something to snack on while watching me walk away in peace.

I turned my back to him and walked toward Mrs. Beatrice. I could feel his eyes on me, burning holes into my back like lasers. Maybe on my backside too. But you know what?

I. Don’t. Care.

If his eyes fall, that’s his business. He should carry his shame with pride.

I reached Mrs. Beatrice and softened my voice. "Mrs. Beatrice," I said gently. "How are you doing?"

I walked faster, closing the gap between us. She was now lying there with a soft smile on her face.

Her smile.

God, her smile.

There was something about it. So warm. So pure. So beautiful. Like it could melt the coldest heart. And I swear, in that moment, it melted mine a little.

"Logan, my love," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’m doing okay."

I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Her skin was warm, her breathing a little uneven—but I didn’t panic. I figured it was normal for someone in her condition. No reason to worry... right?

I sat down beside her, right on the chair next to the bed.

I knew it was the chair Tyler had probably been sitting in before I showed up. But guess what?

I didn’t care.

He can stand. He wasn’t sitting there when I came in. So as far as I’m concerned, it’s my chair now.

Mrs. Beatrice turned her eyes to my little sister standing behind me, and her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Logan," she asked, "Do you have a twin I didn’t know about?"

We all burst into laughter at the same time. My sister was giggling, my dad was chuckling, and even I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Her innocence was just priceless.

I was about to explain that no, I didn’t have a twin, but then I looked at my dad and figured that he should handle this one.

I relaxed back in the chair and took out my phone. Honestly, I didn’t want to get dragged into the conversation going on behind me between my dad and Tyler’s parents. I had zero interest in whatever talk they were having.

So I scrolled through my phone, looking for some juicy blogger news or drama that could hold my attention.

Nothing.

Ugh. Boring.

I scoffed under my breath. "So boring," I muttered as I rolled my eyes at my screen.

Out of curiosity, I lifted my head. My dad was still deep in conversation with Tyler’s mom and dad. I didn’t care to listen in. It looked serious, but again... not my business.

I went back to my phone, ready to scroll aimlessly again when something caught my attention.

The trip.

Oh f\*ck.

How the hell did I forget about the damn trip?

I smacked my forehead with my palm.

Seriously, Logan? How could you forget something that important?

I mean... okay, to be fair, the past few days have been long as hell. Draining. Mentally exhausting. Emotionally messy. Anyone in my shoes would forget. Right?

Still, I wished I could find a way out. Like, take an excuse. Fake a sickness. Twist an ankle. Anything. Just so I wouldn’t have to go.

Even better if my dad could talk to the school for me. Maybe ask them to let me skip the whole trip. That would’ve been perfect.

But who am I kidding?

Knowing my dad... I doubt it.

Still... what do I have to lose by trying?

No harm in trying. I might as well shoot my shot.

I stopped scrolling through my phone and looked up to see if the grown-ups were still talking. My eyes moved around the room. Mrs. Beatrice was already asleep, her breathing soft. Mr. Declan and my dad were sitting quietly, both glued to their phones.

"Dad," I said out loud, lifting my voice just enough to get his attention.

His head popped up and so did Declan’s.

Why was he looking up? I didn’t call him. I called my dad. Not his nosy, lurking ass.

"Yes, son?" my dad asked, slightly raising an eyebrow. "Why am I being summoned?"

I swallowed, trying not to sound too desperate. "It’s about the school trip. The one we’re supposed to go on for a few days."

He kept quiet.

"I was wondering if you could maybe talk to the school. Tell them I am not coming to the trip."

"And why should I do that?" he asked, his tone way too amused.

I blinked at him, speechless for a second.

That’s when it hit me—I had no good excuse to give him.

What was I supposed to say? That I didn’t want to go anymore because Tyler was going to be my roommate?

Yeah, right. There was no way I could say that with a straight face.

The last thing I needed was for my dad to ask more questions.

"I’m just... not feeling the vibe anymore," I finally said, hoping that would be enough.

He chuckled. "Logan, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about that. The school already made it clear to all the parents that the trip counts as part of your grades. If you skip it, you could lose marks."

Of course. Of course it was tied to grades.

"Can’t you help me talk to them, you hold a share in the school so you could help me talk your way through it." I pleaded with him but it is looking like he didn’t want to help me out.

"I’m sorry, Logan. But I can’t."

He leaned back in his chair and gave me that annoying parental look. "Maybe it’s a good thing. A chance for you and Tyler to... reconcile. Be friends again."

"Over my dead body."