His After The Heartbreak (BL)
Chapter 222: Almost Meeting My Ancestors

Chapter 222: Almost Meeting My Ancestors

Chapter 222- Almost Meeting My Ancestors

LOGAN’S POV

"Same question I wanted to ask her," Tyler said casually from beside me.

I froze.

Wait—what?

Did he just—

I didn’t even have enough time to process what he’d said before Ms. Agnes began stammering like a broken speaker.

"Uhhhj... uhhh..."

I raised a brow and gave her a slow, mocking smirk. "Uhhh? Uhhh?" I repeated, mimicking her in a fake high-pitched tone. "Really helpful response, Miss."

Her head dipped instantly, like she was ashamed. Good.

But I knew it wasn’t guilt. It was fear. She couldn’t suspend me, and she knew it. She couldn’t even talk tough like she does with regular students. Her hands were tied because my Dad basically funded nearly half of the damn school.

Too bad for her.

She managed a weak smile. "I’m so sorry," she said, glancing at me. "I’ll... I’ll learn to mind my business from now on."

Neither of us replied. Not Tyler. Not me. We just stared straight ahead like she was invisible.

She stood there awkwardly for a second, then quietly walked out of our sight. Her heels clicking down the aisle felt like music.

Fake.

That’s what she was. A whole fake.

Wasn’t this the same woman who blamed Tyler for being toxic? Who claimed he was the one that cheated on Alexis? Who acted like poor little Alexis didn’t deserve to be betrayed?

Now suddenly she’s saying Alexis is the cheater?

Hah. She’s a two-sided cutlass. Whichever way you hold her, you bleed.

But honestly, I don’t even care what lie she tells Tyler. She can twist it, flip it, blame him, lie on him all she wants.

That’s exactly what I want.

Let him feel it. Just a little bit of the pain I’ve been carrying around. A little sting of betrayal. Let him feel the world spin upside down for once.

I leaned back into the seat, trying to get comfortable.

Big mistake.

Comfort? That word doesn’t exist when you’re strapped with someone you hate and can barely breathe. The seatbelt was already tight as hell, and the AC wasn’t even working properly. I was sweating through my shirt, and the trip hadn’t even started.

Just great.

Ms. Agnes was still somewhere up front arranging the rest of the students like this was some road trip from a Disney movie. Can we just go already?

I shifted again, trying to adjust the belt so it didn’t feel like I was being strangled by the ghost of regret. But instead of fixing it, I somehow looped the strap across my neck.

My eyes widened.

Crap. Crap. Crap.

I quickly tugged it off before Tyler could see. The last thing I needed was to give him something new to laugh about for the rest of the trip. That idiot would never let me live it down.

Even if I passed out, I’d rather die than let him help me. No way in hell.

But it’s like the devil heard me. Because as soon as I said that in my head, the damn belt whipped back and tightened around my neck—again.

It was like the seatbelt had a personal vendetta against me.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, barely able to speak.

I tried to keep calm. "Take a deep breath, Logan," I whispered to myself. "A deep breath. Don’t freak out. You’re fine."

Lies.

I was totally freaking out.

I was sweating buckets, panicking inside. My hands fumbled uselessly at the belt, but the more I pulled, the tighter it got. It was like the seatbelt came to life and decided today was the day Logan choked.

"No, no, no," I thought desperately. "Just let me fix it. I can do it. I don’t need help. I swear, I don’t need help..."

But nothing was working. My airflow was getting cut off, and my vision started to blur a little. This stupid seatbelt was really about to kill me. Right here. Right now.

I turned my head slowly toward Tyler, thinking—just maybe—he might’ve noticed something was off.

But no.

There he was.

Sitting there like nothing was happening. Relaxed. Focused on his phone. Probably scrolling social media or texting someone useless.

I blinked in disbelief.

"So you mean to tell me this jerk didn’t even notice that I’m dying right next to him?"

He was still glued to his damn phone.

Like I wasn’t even here. Like we weren’t practically stuck together like two unwilling sardines in a cheap tin can. I could’ve been a ghost beside him and he still wouldn’t have noticed.

I tried to ignore it. I really did. I told myself, Logan, focus on getting this stupid seatbelt off your neck. But every second that passed felt worse. Like the belt wasn’t just a strap—it was a noose. Tighter. Tighter. Tighter.

I gasped softly. My fingers clawed at it, trying to loosen it, trying to free myself. But it wouldn’t budge. My lungs were starting to panic. My body was heating up, cold sweat sliding down my back.

I wanted to call out. I really did.

But then my pride showed up like the stubborn piece of crap it is.

No, Logan. No. You’re a man. You do NOT call that jerk. You handle your shit.

I nodded to myself weakly, already half-choking. "Do it yourself," I whispered, voice barely a breath. "You got this."

Yeah. Right.

Turns out, the belt had other plans. The more I fought, the more it fought back. Like it wanted to finish the job and send me off to the afterlife early. My fingers were trembling. My chest was tight. My head was spinning.

This is how I go out? Killed by a damn school bus seatbelt?

And worse—Tyler sitting right next to me, not even glancing my way.

I stared at him—or tried to. My vision was already blurring. The world was tilting sideways. I couldn’t even form a full sentence in my head anymore. But one thought broke through.

If I call for help now, it’ll be him. He’ll be the one to save me. The same guy I swore I’d rather die than ask for help from... and now I’m dying?

The irony slapped me hard.

I felt the darkness creeping in. My eyelids fluttered. I was slipping—fast. So I made one last decision.

If I had to die, I’d die proud. I’d die with dignity.

Maybe if I made my choking obvious enough, he’d notice. Maybe he’d freak out. Maybe he’d get blamed. Maybe that would be the revenge I didn’t even have to plan.

I leaned my head back slowly, letting out raspy, heavy breaths. My body slumped just a little. My fingers went limp around the belt.

Yeah. Let him panic. Let him feel it.

My eyes closed. I was ready to go. To just fade into nothing—

But then... something shifted.

The pressure around my neck vanished.

Air rushed back into my lungs like it had been held hostage.

I gasped loudly, sucking it in, coughing, almost crying from the relief. My chest burned, but at least I could breathe again.

I opened my eyes slowly.

Tyler.

He was staring at me, his face pale and full of fear.

Real, actual fear.

For a second, I couldn’t believe it. I thought maybe I was hallucinating from the lack of oxygen. But no. He looked terrified.

I blinked.

So... he was scared I was going to die?

That... surprised me more than the choking.

He could’ve just let me suffer, but instead, he saved me.

Shit.

My face went red instantly. Not from the lack of air, but from the shame of being saved by him. The one person I couldn’t stand. The one person I didn’t want to have anything to do with.

"Why didn’t you tap me?" he snapped suddenly, breaking the silence. "You were right next to me! You saw you were stuck and didn’t say anything! You got me so worried, what the hell?"

His voice was loud, full of frustration and fear.

"Do you want to die?! Like seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?"

He kept firing questions at me like he was my mom.

I blinked, trying to sit up straighter. I was still weak, but I managed to roll my eyes.

"Relax. Stop acting like you’re my mother," I said, voice raspy. "And I didn’t ask you to save me."

I turned away from him, leaning against the window and adjusting the seatbelt so it was nowhere near my neck again. Nope. Not letting that thing betray me twice.

He scoffed loudly. "Wow. Not only are you proud, but you’re also ungrateful. I should’ve let you die."

I shrugged. "You should have."

My voice was low, but the words caught him off guard because I heard him let out a very loud scoff.

"You want me to thank you for doing what I didn’t tell you to do right?"

"Guess what it is never going to happen so get that off your mind." I said to him without even sparing him a glance.

"You know what—?"