His After The Heartbreak (BL)
Chapter 224: What Are You Doing

Chapter 224: What Are You Doing

Chapter 224- What Are You Doing?

LOGAN’S POV

The moment I heard those words, my eyes flew open.

I sat up so fast, it felt like my spine cracked. Was this guy being serious right now?

I looked at him with pure rage in my eyes. "Are you actually serious right now?" I asked, trying to hold myself back from cursing him into another lifetime. "Is that your brain talking or your sleep disorder?"

He just glared at me like I was the problem here.

"I should ask you that question," he snapped. "You were the one who let me lie on your shoulder."

I blinked.

"In fact," he added, raising his voice a little, "I’m pretty sure you moved my head to your shoulder. And not just that—your hand was on my lap, Logan. You were literally massaging my lap in your sleep. Disgusting."

I almost choked on air.

I turned around quickly to check if anyone was awake. The last thing I needed was people waking up and hearing this madness. I scanned the bus. Everyone was still fast asleep, mouths open, heads dangling like zombies. Good.

I turned back to him and scoffed. "You must be dumb to even say that," I said, lowering my voice but not my anger. "How special do you think you are that I’d force myself on you? Be fucking for real."

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything yet.

"Oh," I added with a sarcastic smile, "so just because you wrote those letters back then, you think I’m obsessed with you now? You think I’m out here trying to grope your holy thighs in your sleep?"

His mouth opened a little, but still—no words came out. Just that same angry stare.

"You know what I think?" He leaned closer, "I think you should just admit that you want me. Even though I’m never going to say yes. Just confess it already and stop acting like a confused twelve-year-old."

My face twisted. "Your attitude is disgusting," he said, louder. "And embarrassing."

I almost lost it. My hand actually twitched toward the window behind him. Heaven knows I was one second away from banging his head against the glass and blaming it on a pothole.

Instead, I took a breath.

"You are so shallow-minded, Tyler," I said coldly. "Did it ever cross your little head that you might have been the one who rested your neck on my shoulder?"

I stared at him hard, daring him to lie.

"And did it ever occur to you that maybe I was sleeping and didn’t even know when my hand ended up on your lap while adjusting for your dead weight?"

Still nothing from him.

Yeah, I thought so.

"I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t ask yourself those basic questions," I continued. "Because if you did, you’d realize just how stupid and wrong you sound right now."

He blinked fast.

"You’re so quick to accuse—so quick to bark like a rabid dog at anyone who comes close to you. But I’m not like you, Tyler. I don’t bite just because someone enters my space."

I sat up straighter and looked him dead in the eyes.

"So let me explain since you clearly have no self-awareness."

"Your good-for-nothing neck—yes, the same one you use to scream at people—rested on my shoulder. I was literally about to sleep when your heavy-ass head dropped like a boulder onto me."

I laughed, bitterly.

"And I was going to push it off. I really was. I wanted you to feel that sharp neck pain when you wake up on the wrong side. But then I remembered—I was trained not to repay evil with evil."

I looked away for a second.

"I don’t know how you were raised, but that’s how I was raised."

"So instead of pushing your rude, sleepy neck off me, I adjusted myself. I let you stay there. I even made myself uncomfortable just so your precious little rest wouldn’t get ruined."

I paused.

"And yeah, maybe because of the way I was sitting awkwardly, my hand ended up on your lap. Not because I wanted to touch you. But because I was trying to support myself while you were passed out like a baby koala on my shoulder."

I looked at him again.

"I know for a fact that if it had been me who rested on you, you would’ve shoved me off immediately. You would’ve screamed and cursed.

"But I didn’t do that to you."

"I let you sleep."

"You, on the other hand," I said, my voice going cold, "couldn’t even let me sleep for one more second before turning it into a public scandal. For what? For an accident? Something you caused?"

Not that I’m complaining.

Not that I’m complaining about him yelling at me like I murdered his whole bloodline. Not that I was expecting him to treat me with even the smallest ounce of decency.

"You know what?" I muttered, resting my head back on the seat, not even looking at him. "Your mind is already dark from wickedness."

I didn’t even shout when I said it. I was too tired to fight someone who made drama out of sleep. I just closed my eyes and sighed deeply, trying to force myself back into the sleep he rudely dragged me out of.

But of course, I wasn’t sleepy anymore.

The bastard had successfully ruined it.

All that peace and quiet I had finally found... gone. Replaced by tension and a pounding heart and the awkward knowledge that I had just been accused of... what? Hugging him? Touching his lap? As if I don’t have better dreams to attend to.

He could’ve just pushed my hand off. He could’ve quietly moved his precious head off my shoulder without waking me up or turning it into some public crime.

But no. He had to make it a dramatic headline: "Logan the Lap-Groper Strikes Again."

I forced my eyes shut, ignoring the heat of his glare burning into the side of my face like lasers.

"Whatever," I whispered to myself. "I don’t care."

I meant it. I really did.

I just wanted to sleep again.

So I did.

———

I don’t know how long I slept, but a tap on my shoulder woke me up. I opened my eyes immediately, still groggy, heart racing in confusion.

The bus had stopped.

We must’ve arrived. I sat up slowly, yawning, stretching my arms, and trying to find the strength to function like a normal human being.

I turned to my side, expecting to see Tyler sitting there.

But nope.

The jerk was already gone.

Of course he didn’t wake me up.

Not even a nudge.

Glad it was another student who tapped me before I slept through our entire arrival like an idiot.

I got up, and stepped outside the bus, standing next to it. Everyone was already off, stretching, talking, or collecting their luggage. The driver hopped down and began handing our suitcases one by one.

"Hello, students. Welcome," a voice called out loudly.

I turned my head.

The principal.

Ugh.

"You all must be tired after the long trip," she said with that voice that makes everything sound more boring than it already is. "So I won’t waste your time—"

She then proceeded to waste our time.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Here we go.

"So," she continued, pointing to her left, "that building on your left is for the ladies. And the one on the right is for the gentlemen."

Okay. That was simple enough.

"You’ll find your room numbers on the door. Use your room cards. You can’t enter without them. Don’t lose them, please. Once you settle in, freshen up, rest, and by 6 PM, come out for dinner and a small gathering."

She kept talking like we didn’t already get the point.

Some people nodded. I wasn’t one of them.

I waited until she finished—or more like, until I stopped pretending to listen—then walked to the right building with the rest of the guys.

I reached my room and pulled out the card they gave me.

Beep. Click.

The door opened and I walked in.

Two beds.

No surprise. Shared rooms. Just great.

I threw my bag onto the bed closest to the window and flopped down onto the mattress. It wasn’t as soft as I wanted, but right now, I could’ve slept on a block of ice and still snored through it.

I lay there for a few seconds, just breathing, eyes staring at the ceiling.

I was tired.

I heard the door open behind me and knew it was him. Tyler.

I didn’t turn.

He walked in, went to his bed, and said nothing too.

Good. Silence was better than more accusations.

I sat up and realized I needed to take a shower. Get the travel dust off my body. Maybe I’d wash all this annoyance away too.

I pulled off my shirt, then grabbed my towel and clean clothes from my bag. I stood up and dropped my pants, ready to head for the bathroom.

But then—

"What do you think you’re doing?"