His After The Heartbreak (BL)
Chapter 221: When Would You Start Minding Your Business?

Chapter 221: When Would You Start Minding Your Business?

Chapter 221- When Would You Start Minding Your Business?

LOGAN’S POV

I stared at her.

Then stared at him.

Then stared back at her.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Why?

Why is everything always against me?

Why is every single damn thing in this world determined to piss me off?

I asked myself that, but there was no one to answer. Just the sound of students climbing into the bus behind me and the annoying buzz of my own thoughts. I thought it was already bad enough that I had to share the same seat with him. But no. Life wasn’t done ruining my day.

Now they were saying we had to sit tightly together. Like sardines. Like canned tuna. Like two damn chickens stuffed into a plastic bag with no space to flap their wings.

What the actual fuck is happening?

I turned to Ms. Agnes, blinking at her like she had just suggested I marry Tyler and have his babies.

"Do you want us to choke on each other?" I asked, clearly frustrated. "Why the hell would we sit that close?"

She raised a brow like I was the crazy one.

"As if sitting next to him isn’t bad enough," I continued, throwing my hand toward Tyler without even looking at him. "Now you’re saying we have to share the same seat belt?"

I laughed. Bitter and dry.

"Even that’s not enough—you want us glued to each other? Like we’re on a honeymoon or something? Did you even stop to think that being that close could make one of us snap and murder the other?"

Ms. Agnes blinked fast. She wasn’t ready.

"I mean, do you really want to go home and tell our parents that their sons didn’t just sit uncomfortably, but killed each other over a damn seat belt?" I added, voice rising just a bit. "All because you refused to let us sit separately?"

Her eyes widened like she couldn’t believe what I just said. Good.

I just need something that can get her scared so she wouldn’t have any option than to separate us during the bus ride.

This trip was supposed to be something relaxing. A breather. A time to chill and maybe figure things out. But at this rate, I was going to get a criminal record before we even left the parking lot.

"I thought school trips were supposed to calm you down," I muttered, dragging my hands through my hair. "Instead, this one’s making me wanna commit a crime."

"This one is making me want to murder some people."

She coughed. Actually coughed. Like I’d just told her I had explosives in my backpack.

"Mr. Logan!" she gasped. "Don’t say that! Don’t even joke about wanting to murder someone. You’ll go to jail, and someone as handsome as you does not belong in jail."

I blinked.

Did... did she just call me handsome?

"I really do wish I could help," she added quickly, clearly trying to sound professional again. "But there’s nothing I can do. The seatbelt is short. You both need to sit very close or it won’t lock properly."

She gave me a smile like that solved the world’s problems.

"If you hate each other," she said, "just keep the hate on pause until this one-week trip is over. Once you’re back, you can hate all you want. But for now, sit tight. Literally."

I rolled my eyes so hard I thought I might sprain something.

But before I could respond, Tyler jumped in.

"Isn’t there at least any way to switch seats?" he asked, clearly on the edge. "It’s not like switching will change anything. We already know our roommates, so even if I sit somewhere else, I’ll still know where my room is once we get off."

"It isn’t like we are toddlers that would forget where we were supposed to sleep at."

He sighed loudly. "I seriously hate this boy, and if you keep putting us together, I might actually pass out. That’s how much I hate him."

Wow. He actually said it. Out loud. Like I couldn’t hear him.

I looked at him slowly, arms crossed tight across my chest. "It’s a two-sided thing, dumbo. I hate you too. You’re not special."

He turned to glare at me, and I stared right back.

The tension was so thick, you could stab it with a fork and serve it for lunch.

Ms. Agnes let out the deepest sigh I’d ever heard. "Can you two just... stop the bickering?"

"Oh, please," Tyler said, throwing his voice toward Ms. Agnes like I was some wild dog on a loose leash. "You should tell him to stop. Tell him to stop the bickering."

I scoffed. Oh, now I’m the problem? How convenient.

"Why don’t you just get something to gag me or slam my head against the window so I can shut up for good?" I shot back, my voice thick with sarcasm. "Since clearly, you’re the king of this goddamn bus."

His eyes narrowed as he turned to face me, smirking like he’d won something.

"Trust me," he said low, voice full of venom. "If I had the chance to do any of those things to you... I would. Happily. Just to hear one moment of peace and silence."

My jaw clenched. My fist actually twitched.

I’ve never felt such a strong urge to smash someone’s skull into the nearest surface. If we weren’t on this bus surrounded by people and teachers, I would’ve already done it. I would’ve made him swallow every smug word he’s ever said to me.

But no. I sat there. Breathing. Boiling.

"Just wait," I muttered in my head, teeth grinding. "Wait till we get to the room. Alone. No teachers. No witnesses. That’s when I’ll show you exactly what you signed up for."

The thought alone brought a calm, wicked smile to my lips.

"Please sit down, you both," Ms. Agnes interrupted, clearly fed up. "So I can get your seatbelt on."

I was ready to argue again, but deep down, I knew there was no point. The battle wasn’t here. Not yet.

"Fine, fine," I grumbled, rolling my eyes so hard I thought they might pop out. "Go ahead and strap us like criminals."

I slumped into the seat with a thud. Tyler sat next to me with his face all twisted like someone had forced him to eat trash. I didn’t care. Let him stay like that for the rest of the trip. That’s a win in my book.

I smirked to myself as Ms. Agnes moved closer and began fastening the seatbelt around us. And that’s when I realized just how close we actually were.

No space.

None.

Our shoulders touched. Our legs brushed. Our elbows kept knocking. I wanted to scream. How the hell was I supposed to survive like this?

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, letting out a slow, exhausted breath. The trip hadn’t even started, and I was already suffocating.

Just then, Ms. Agnes stopped walking away and turned back to us with that "I-know-your-life" kind of face.

"I know you both are acting like enemies because of what happened at the party," she said softly.

I blinked.

Party?

What party?

I glanced at her, one brow raised, waiting for her to explain whatever nonsense she was cooking up.

"I mean... the party where your girlfriend cheated on you with Logan," she said, looking at Tyler.

Boom.

Tyler’s face changed like someone had slapped him.

He didn’t even wait one second.

"Don’t ever call her my girlfriend," he snapped, his voice sharp and cold like a blade. "She’s not."

Ms. Agnes stepped back slightly, her hands up in surrender.

"I apologize if that made you upset," she said quickly. "But all I’m trying to say is... whatever happened between you two, it’s time to let it go."

She looked from Tyler to me, her voice softer now. "Yes, Logan kissed her. But if she didn’t want it, she would’ve pushed him away. But she didn’t. She stayed. She kissed him back."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

Why was she still talking?

"So maybe instead of hating each other, you should both realize she’s the problem, not you two. And this constant cat-and-rat fighting is exhausting, not just for you, but for the rest of us too."

She smiled awkwardly like she’d just dropped some deep truth. Poor woman. She thought she figured us out.

In my head, I was already shaking it.

A party? A kiss? That’s what she thinks this is all about?

If only she knew.

If only anyone knew the real reason things blew up between me and Tyler. That this wasn’t just about some stolen kiss at a stupid party.

That there was more. Much more.

So much that even thinking about it made my chest feel weird.

But no one knew. And I wanted it to stay that way.

"Ms. Agnes," I said calmly, leaning forward just a little. "When will you start minding your own business?"