His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 104: Going On A School Trip

Chapter 104- Going On A School Trip

Tyler's POV

"What???"

The word exploded from my mouth before I could stop it.

I thought I had just screamed in my head.

But no.

It was loud. Clear. Echoing through the entire classroom.

And now?

Every single person had turned to look at me.

Including Logan.

Why the hell are they looking at me?

They should be facing Mr. Luis and the principal.

Not me.

Because, seriously, why were they changing it again?

First, we had a midterm break.

Then, it was taken away and replaced with back-to-back classes.

And now?

Now, we were suddenly going on a school trip for two weeks?

Excursion. Vacation. Whatever the hell they were calling it.

It didn't matter.

The real question was—why?

Couldn't these people stick to a single plan?

I wouldn't even be surprised if they changed it again.

Maybe next time, they'd tell us we had to go to a porn house and act in a film because it was suddenly part of our grades.

Honestly, I was tired.

Absolutely done with their nonsense.

"Tyler, how can we help you?"

Mr. Luis's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I turned to face him.

I had a lot to say.

"Nothing, Mr. Luis," I said, leaning back in my chair. "I was just surprised at how many times the plan for these two weeks keeps changing."

I shrugged. "It's like the school hasn't actually decided on anything and is just making things up as they go."

Murmurs spread across the room.

Everyone knew I wasn't afraid to speak my mind.

I was just like Logan—zero fear.

If something was bullshit, I'd call it out.

The only person I respected in this entire world was my mom.

Everyone else?

They could go to hell for all I cared.

Mr. Luis scoffed, crossing his arms.

"The school has the right to fix whatever they want to fix," he snapped. "If they want to change it a hundred times, they can. And if you don't like it, you're free to go to another school!"

Oh?

So that's how he wanted to play it?

I raised an eyebrow.

Did this man forget who he was?

Because, last time I checked—

He wasn't the principal.

He wasn't the vice principal.

He wasn't even a department head.

He was just a physics teacher.

And yet, here he was, barking orders like he ran this place.

Mrs. Agnes turned to him immediately, eyes blazing.

"Mr. Luis, enough!" she scolded.

Then, she turned to me, her face softer. "Tyler, I truly apologize. Mr. Luis's words were out of line."

I didn't respond.

Instead, I slowly turned my head back to Mr. Luis.

And smiled.

A slow, deliberate, dangerous smile.

"You know, Mr. Luis..." I said, tilting my head slightly. "I don't really blame you for the way you act."

His eyes narrowed.

"If I were like you—" I gestured at him with a lazy wave of my hand "—someone with no love life, no fashion sense, and who looks like he hasn't eaten in days..."

I leaned forward.

"Yeah. I'd probably be miserable and bitter too."

Silence.

Then—

The entire room gasped.

Some students had their mouths open in pure shock.

Others covered their faces, barely holding in laughter.

Even Logan was looking at me like, Damn, dude.

As I said earlier—

I wasn't scared of anyone.

Mrs. Agnes, still looking horrified, quickly turned back to me.

"Tyler, I promise that's not what we meant," she said quickly. "You don't have to listen to what Mr. Luis said. We don't want any of you to leave the school."

She sighed, rubbing her temples.

"In fact, the reason we changed the plan to a school trip was for your own good. We wanted something that would be more comfortable for you, not the other way around."

I said nothing.

I just leaned back in my chair, letting my words settle in the air like a bomb that had just gone off.

And Mr. Luis?

He had his head bowed in absolute shame.

Even the person he had been trying so hard to impress wasn't looking at him anymore.

If Mr. Luis wanted to impress her so badly, he should do it in secret.

Or somewhere far away from the rest of us.

Not in our presence.

It was embarrassing.

Before I could dwell on it any longer, someone raised their hand.

Of course.

Who wouldn't want to say something in this situation?

Even though the school trip was probably better than being stuck in class for two weeks, that didn't mean we should just accept it without asking any real questions.

We needed to know exactly what we were getting into.

Mrs. Agnes glanced at the student who raised their hand and nodded.

"Yes, you can speak," she said.

The student stood up. "Sorry, but we all need to be sure about what this trip is actually about. Since that's where we'll be spending the next two weeks, could you shed more light on it?"

Mrs. Agnes smiled like she had been waiting for someone to ask that.

"Now, this is the kind of question I want to hear," she said, nodding in approval.

I rolled my eyes.

As if anyone actually cared about this useless trip.

The school should just let us enjoy our two-week midterm break in peace without forcing us into some unnecessary activity.

That was how it was supposed to be.

But no.

The school just had to make things complicated.

Mrs. Agnes clapped her hands together, getting everyone's attention.

"So," she began, "this isn't a trip to an evil forest or anything dramatic like that."

A few people chuckled.

"This is a learning trip," she continued. "An opportunity to experience the outside world. To give you all a taste of what university life is really like."

She paused for effect.

"For two weeks, you'll get to experience what it feels like to be a college student. That way, you'll have a better idea of what you're getting into in the future."

The moment those words left her mouth, the classroom erupted into murmurs.

"Ohhh, fun!" someone whispered excitedly.

"This is going to be amazing!"

"More girls, more fun!"

"More parties!"

I rubbed my temples.

These people were hopeless.

Mrs. Agnes sighed, shaking her head with an amused smile.

"Calm down, everyone," she said. "You're not being sent to college to chase girls or party all night."

Someone from the back of the class raised their hand. "But... isn't that part of the experience?"

The entire class burst into laughter.

Idiots.

I rolled my eyes and resisted the urge to walk out of the classroom.

"No, no, no," Mrs. Agnes said firmly. "That is not the kind of experience I want you all to have."

A few people groaned.

"There will be parties," she admitted, "but only if a real college student organizes one, gets approval from the school, and invites you officially."

She gave the class a pointed look.

"That is the only time you'll be allowed to attend."

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The murmurs died down a little.

"You aren't students of that university yet, so I highly advise you all to respect yourselves and not disgrace yourselves while you're there."

She crossed her arms.

"If you love girls, please put that aside before going. You're not just going for the experience—you're going to learn about life on your own."

Silence.

She continued, "You'll be attending actual college classes, seminars, and every event that the school has planned for you. And after two weeks..."

She paused.

"You'll be required to write an essay about the school and your experiences there."

A few people groaned again.

I wasn't even surprised.

There was always a catch.

Mrs. Agnes gave them a knowing look.

"This essay won't just be submitted to our school," she said. "It will be recorded and sent to any university you choose to apply to in the future."

The room went silent.

Now that caught everyone's attention.

"That means it's part of your evaluation for university admission," she added. "So, I hope you don't get too carried away with having fun and forget why you're actually there."

She clasped her hands together.

"This is also like a project. A serious one. So, keep that in mind."

She looked around.

"Any more questions?"

A hand shot up from the other side of the room.

"Yes, miss," a student said.