His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 105: Trapped With Him For Two Whole Weeks

Chapter 105- Trapped With Him For Two Whole Weeks

Tyler's POV

"We have a lot of questions," a few students called out to Mrs. Agnes.

She raised a brow. "Go ahead, then. Hit me with it. I promise to answer as best as I can."

The students nodded in agreement before one of them stood up.

"I know this isn't really a question, Ms. Agnes," the student started, "but I just want to confirm something."

Mrs. Agnes gestured for them to continue.

"Some of us might not be allowed to go by our parents. So... what happens if we aren't allowed?"

I lowkey agreed with that question.

Actually, scratch that.

I fully agreed with that question.

It wasn't even about whether my parents would allow me to go or not.

I didn't want to go.

And if I could use the "my parents said no" excuse, I'd take it without hesitation.

I had zero interest in spending two weeks pretending to care about some fake college experience.

When I actually got into university, I'd experience it for real.

Not this half-baked version that wasn't even going to be fun.

Mrs. Agnes smiled like she had been expecting the question.

Then, she cleared her throat and said, "Students, you don't have to worry about that."

I raised a brow.

Why was she so confident?

"I already spoke to every single one of your parents before delivering the news to you," she continued, her smile widening. "And they all accepted and agreed to it."

What?

"None of them declined," she added, "so I think we're good to go."

I froze.

No way.

There was no way my mom had actually agreed to this.

Mrs. Agnes continued, "Your parents will only decline if you do something to get them angry—which, by the way, I strongly advise you not to do."

She gave the class a pointed look. "Because if you do get them angry, they won't let you go."

I leaned back in my chair and smirked.

"Thanks for the cheat code," I muttered under my breath.

Perfect.

I'd just piss my mom off, and boom—no trip for me.

Easy.

"However," Mrs. Agnes added, making my smirk vanish, "please take note that if your parents refuse to let you go, that's on you."

She took a step forward, scanning the room.

"As I clearly stated earlier, this trip is part of your final grade," she said. "It determines your final exam score—so you'd better make it work."

Wait.

What?

"If your parents decline," she went on, "that means half of your marks are gone—and you are definitely repeating this class."

My eyes widened.

What the actual fuck?

"So," she continued, "I highly suggest that you think very carefully before you go home and deliberately piss your parents off."

She smiled sweetly.

"Unless, of course, you'd like to say goodbye to your precious grades... and hello to repeating this class."

I dragged a hand through my hair.

Plan changed.

For fuck's sake, why would they make this kind of requirement?

And I had already been planning how I was going to enjoy my break after lying to the principal that my mom didn't allow me to go.

But now?

Now they'd made it mandatory for the grades.

Which meant there was no way I could lie.

Because there was no way I was repeating this class over a stupid trip.

I didn't even want to spend an extra day in this school after I was supposed to have graduated—let alone an extra session.

That person wasn't me.

I sighed.

Guess I'd just have to go on the damn trip.

Someone else raised their hand.

I groaned internally.

Can't these people just keep their hands to themselves so Mrs. Agnes could wrap this up already?

I needed to rest.

Badly.

This entire conversation was dragging way too long, and my patience was running thin.

"Yes, go on," Mrs. Agnes said, nodding at the next student.

The guy stood up, looking all serious like he was about to ask the most important question of the century.

"So, I want to ask... where will we be staying? Will there be rooms assigned to us?" He paused, scratching his chin. "Like, will it be boys-only and girls-only? Or is it going to be a mixed-gender kind of thing?"

I turned my head slightly to steal a glance at him.

I knew exactly why he was asking that question.

He wasn't asking because he was concerned about sleeping arrangements.

He was asking so he could plan how to sneak his girlfriend into his room and make her his roommate—so they could fuck every single night during the trip.

Yeah.

He wanted to turn this school trip into a two-week honeymoon.

I already knew it.

Mrs. Agnes cleared her throat again.

Why does she keep doing that?

Like, seriously.

She sounded like one of those old women who needed a cup of tea before they could finish a conversation.

She needed to just say what she had to say and let us go home.

We did not have time for all these unnecessary throat clearings.

"Thank you for that marvelous question," she finally said. "But this will be the last question I answer before dismissing you all for the day."

Thank. Fucking. God.

At least she had enough sense to notice that we were all done listening to her talk.

Now, she just needed to hurry up.

"So, about your question," she continued.

"The hostel will be separated by gender. Girls will stay in the girls' hostel, and boys will stay in the boys' hostel."

A wave of disappointed groans swept through the room.

I smirked.

Oh, wow.

Bad news for all the horny couples in the room.

No sneaking into each other's rooms.

No late-night hookups.

No turning the school trip into some nasty honeymoon.

Two whole weeks without their girlfriends?

Damn.

Maybe now they'd learn how to control their high libido and act like normal human beings for once.

Mrs. Agnes wasn't done.

"For the ladies," she went on, "you will be paired into twos—same goes for the guys. Each room will be assigned to two people. No more, no less."

I frowned slightly.

Wait.

That meant I was getting a roommate.

Who the hell was going to be my roommate?

"Before I move forward," Mrs. Agnes continued, "please take note—under no circumstances should a boy bring a girl into his room, or vice versa."

A few guys in the room shifted uncomfortably.

Busted.

Mrs. Agnes narrowed her eyes.

"If anyone is caught breaking this rule, you will be suspended immediately and sent back home. And that means goodbye to your exam score. So I suggest you all think twice before doing anything you'll regret."

The room fell silent.

I resisted the urge to laugh.

The desperation on some of these guys' faces was actually hilarious.

They had plans.

And Mrs. Agnes just crushed every single one of them.

"So, moving on," she said.

"Your roommates have already been assigned."

I arched a brow.

Wait. What?

Already assigned?

How?

She had just spent the past ten minutes explaining the hostel situation.

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When the hell did we get assigned roommates?

Before I could ask, she explained.

"When you were chosen for your group project during the midterm break," she said, looking around the room, "you were all paired with a partner, correct?"

We all nodded, still trying to figure out where she was going with this.

She smiled.

"Well, dear students, your group partner is also your roommate for the trip."

Wait.

What?

"The same way you were paired for your project," she continued, "is the same way you have been paired for this trip. We are not changing anything."

I felt my entire body freeze.

No.

No fucking way.

I couldn't hear anything else after that.

It was like my brain shut off for a second.

Because what the hell did she mean Logan was going to be my roommate?

For two whole weeks?