His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 100: The Meanest Teacher

Chapter 100 - The Meanest Teacher Alive

LOGAN'S POV

The noise was still deafening. The classroom was alive with cheers, Naomi's name echoing through the walls like some kind of war cry.

And Tyler?

He was still staring at her.

Still admiring her.

Still looking at her like she was the best thing to ever happen in this godforsaken classroom.

I wanted to punch something.

No. Scratch that.

I wanted to punch him.

But before I could even process how deep my irritation ran, the classroom door creaked open.

And just like that, silence.

It was instant. Immediate. Like someone had pressed mute on an entire room of loud, chaotic idiots. One second, they were chanting Naomi's name like she was their savior. The next? You could hear a pin drop.

Because standing at the door, his cold gaze sweeping over the room like he was searching for an excuse to ruin someone's life, was none other than—

Mr. Luis.

Finally.

The last class of the day.

I was so close to freedom I could taste it.

Mr. Luis didn't bother saying a word as he stepped inside, his face as emotionless as ever. With a sharp click, he locked the door behind him, sealing us in like prisoners.

Everyone knew better than to test him.

Mr. Luis wasn't just a teacher—he was a legendary menace.

Talking in his class? Carryover.

Turning your head the wrong way? Carryover.

Breathing too loudly? Carryover.

Okay, maybe not breathing, but I wouldn't be surprised.

This man had zero tolerance for anything remotely annoying. And to be honest, I respected it.

But that was only because none of his ridiculous rules applied to me.

He knew better than to mess with me. I wasn't just another random student he could terrorize for sport.

He couldn't touch me.

He wouldn't dare.

Clearing his throat, he finally spoke, his voice deep and slow, like he was testing the air for any sign of defiance.

"Good afternoon, class."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Luis," everyone chorused, not a single soul daring to be late with their response.

Because who wouldn't?

This wasn't a teacher you wanted to get on the wrong side of.

And honestly, I was convinced his fashion sense had something to do with his general hostility.

The man dressed like he had lost a bet.

Every single day.

Today was no exception.

He wore a brown oversized suit that looked like it had survived multiple decades, paired with a yellow tie so bright it could blind someone at the right angle. His shoes were scuffed, and his pants? Too short, revealing a pair of mismatched socks—one blue, one red.

It was tragic.

Maybe that's why he was so mean.

Maybe he had realized just how bad his fashion sense was and decided to take out his frustration on innocent students.

If I dressed like that, I'd be mad at the world too.

With slow steps, he walked over to his desk, picked up a marker, and turned to the board.

In large, bold letters, he wrote:

"THE FALL OF ANCIENT EMPIRES: LESSONS FROM HISTORY."

Oh, great. Another history lecture about long-dead people and their questionable life choices.

Mr. Luis turned back to face the class, his expression grim. "History," he began, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand years, "is not just about the past. It is about learning from the past."

No one dared to respond.

He continued, pacing slowly.

"The greatest empires in history did not fall because of external enemies. No. They fell because of what?" He paused, waiting.

No one wanted to risk answering wrong.

But after a few agonizing seconds, someone whispered, "Weakness?"

Mr. Luis turned sharply in the direction of the voice. "Wrong."

The poor student visibly shrank.

Mr. Luis smirked, clearly enjoying the fear. "Empires fall because of betrayal." His gaze swept across the class. "Because of arrogance."

I barely held back a snort. The dramatics were insane.

He continued, voice steady. "Take the Roman Empire, for example. They were the most powerful civilization in the world. They had armies, wealth, culture... and yet, they crumbled."

He picked up a piece of chalk and drew a crude map on the board.

"Their downfall began from within. Corruption. Greed. Trust placed in the wrong people." He tapped the board. "Julius Caesar, one of the greatest leaders of his time, wasn't killed by an enemy nation. He was betrayed by his own friends. His own people."

A deep silence settled over the room.

I sighed.

It was actually an interesting story, I wouldn't lie. But was I in the mood to care? No.

My brain was already shutting down.

I was tired.

So damn tired.

I leaned back in my seat, letting Mr. Luis' voice fade into background noise.

All I wanted was for this class to be over so I could go home.

Not that I had anything to do at home.

But at least there, I wouldn't have to sit through another minute of this.

I just wanted to go home.

Actually, scratch that.

I needed to go home.

I needed a distraction. A body beneath mine. Someone to take everything I was feeling and turn it into something else—something pleasurable.

I almost pitied the girl I'd be fucking tonight.

Almost.

Because she wouldn't be complaining.

She'd be screaming my name, gripping the sheets, and by the time I was done with her, she'd be ruined for any other man.

I was a freak. I knew it. And I was damn good at what I did.

But tonight, it wasn't just about pleasure.

It was about release.

I was going to fuck her like I was exorcising demons, and every bit of my aggression toward Tyler would be poured into her body.

And she would love it.

I was still lost in my thoughts, imagining all the ways I would spend my night, when a sharp snap pulled me back to reality.

I blinked.

Then I blinked again.

Slowly, I turned my head, only to see the last person I wanted to deal with standing over me.

Mr. Luis.

Seriously?

Did this man not realize I had no interest in his useless history lessons?

I looked up at him, already irritated. Of all the students in this class, why was he choosing to bother me?

Didn't he have other victims to torment?

He stared at me with his usual cold, unreadable expression. "What is happening to you, Logan? Are you okay?"

I forced a smile. A fake one, obviously, because who in their right mind would give this miserable excuse of a man a real smile?

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"I'm fine," I said, hoping that would be enough for him to leave me the hell alone.

But of course, he wasn't done.

"If you insist," he said, eyes narrowing slightly. "But just to be sure you weren't completely zoned out, I'll ask you a question. A history question."