His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 125: No Escape

Chapter 125- No Escape

Tyler's POV

It was at this moment she knew she fucked up.

I stared at Naomi, my jaw practically on the floor. Oh wow. So she wasn't straight all this while? Then why the hell has she been flirting with me? Acting like she wanted me? Was she playing some kind of game?

No doubt she found out Logan wasn't straight too. The way she figured it out so fast... it was almost scary. Logan hid it so well that even people close to him couldn't tell, but Naomi? She barely knew him for a day and cracked the damn code. Just like that.

Now, everything made sense. Now I was starting to piece things together.

Naomi suddenly face-palmed herself, groaning in frustration. Oh shit. Fuck me. Ooh no. Fuckkkk. Her mouth hung open, her hands gripping her face. My mouth! This mouth of mine couldn't just keep shut. Now it has spoken when it wasn't supposed to. Fuck me, men! She kept cussing, slapping her own lips nonstop.

It was so funny. Like, I couldn't even hold it in. She was acting like she had just confessed to murder or something. It's not that deep. She shouldn't be shy about it; there was nothing to be shy about. It's normal not to be straight. Whatever works for you, you go with it. But Naomi? She was acting like the ground should just swallow her whole.

"I'm so sorry, guys. I didn't mean to say those words out loud." Her voice was small now, like she was actually embarrassed. "I just couldn't help it, and I also didn't know when it came out of my mouth. I tried keeping it in, but it didn't work, and it just came rushing out."

"Why are you apologizing, Naomi?" I rolled my eyes. "We all know those words just slipped. No one is mad at you. We knew you were a chronic talkative, so it's normal for you to say things without thinking."

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She sighed, looking like she wanted to disappear.

But Logan? Logan wasn't laughing. He wasn't even moving. He was just staring.

His eyes were locked onto Naomi, deep, unreadable, like he was looking straight into her soul. And Naomi noticed it too. I could tell from the way she started shifting, fidgeting with her fingers. Who wouldn't feel uncomfortable under that kind of gaze?

Logan's stare was intense. Too intense. Almost like he was seeing something in her that no one else could. The silence stretched. It was so awkward that I almost felt the need to step in. Then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, Logan blinked.

"So you aren't straight either? Perfect." He smirked. "Because I knew you must not be straight for you to suspect something was going on with me. I knew it."

His confidence made me roll my eyes. As if. He was just pretending like he had figured it out. But let's be real. This was the same Logan who got all jealous whenever Naomi was too close to me. He wasn't fooling anyone. He had no idea Naomi wasn't straight. He was just acting like he did to save face.

None of my business, though. If they wanted to bond over this, they could go ahead. But I had this weird feeling that Naomi and Logan were about to become close friends. And me? The third wheel. The side character in their dynamic.

Naomi smiled, nodding. "See? Instinct never lies."

Logan chuckled.

Wait.

Logan laughed?

At Naomi?

The same Naomi he wanted to get rid of not even thirty minutes ago?

I looked at the both of them, my brain failing to process what just happened.

But just as quickly as it happened, Logan's face switched. One second, he was smiling, and the next—bam—his expression was serious again.

"Now, back to business," he said coldly.

My head spun.

Wasn't he just laughing with Naomi?

How the fuck did he switch up that fast?

"He is a bipolar for sure," I muttered under my breath. No way I was saying that out loud, though. I wasn't trying to die today.

I glanced at Naomi. Her face had gone serious too. She could feel it. The shift in Logan's mood.

Then Logan spoke again. His voice was calm, but there was something chilling underneath.

"What you did today... coming to my house, watching what transpired between me and my ex..." His eyes darkened. "You didn't just see us talking and decide to excuse yourselves..."

"Instead of minding your business, you both decided it was best to stay and watch the drama unfold. You stood there, watching us throw threats at each other, completely ignoring the concept of privacy. That alone is a crime." Logan's voice was calm.

His eyes flickered toward Naomi, and I swear I saw a spark of amusement before his expression turned cold again. "Just because we're both gay, Naomi, doesn't mean I'm going to spare you."

My stomach clenched.

Logan wasn't joking.

He stepped forward slightly, tilting his head. "In fact, I'm not going to spare either of you. I'm going to teach you both a lesson." His lips curled into a smirk. "I love teaching you lessons, Naomi. It makes me very happy. And you? You never learn. It's like a cheat code for me—I get to teach you a lesson every day because you keep refusing to learn from the last one."

Naomi swallowed. I could see the gears turning in her head as she tried to come up with something to say.

Logan didn't give her the chance.

"You came to my house uninvited. And if that wasn't bad enough, you managed to piss me off three different times in one night. So guess what? You're getting punished three times." His eyes gleamed with amusement, but I knew better. This wasn't a joke.

"I might consider letting it slide if you tell me exactly why you came to my house." He crossed his arms. "But if you refuse, we start the punishment. And it's not going to last a day or two—it's going to last two whole weeks. Even when we go to camp, you'll still be getting punished." His voice dropped slightly. "So, Naomi... Tyler... what brought you both to my house?" His gaze flickered between us. "And don't think this question is just for Naomi. Either one of you can answer."

I opened my mouth to speak, but Naomi, of course, beat me to it.

"I'm innocent, Sir Logan!"

I blinked. Did she just call him 'Sir'? Imagine calling your classmate Sir just because you accidentally exposed yourself.

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Go on. You don't expect me to free you just because you said you're innocent, right? You need to prove it. Tell me why you're innocent... and who the guilty person is."

Naomi nodded eagerly, her hands clasped together like she was pleading a case in court. "So, Sir Logan, I went to Tyler's house, and we started talking, and then we started solving equati—"

"Hold up, hold up!" Logan cut her off immediately, waving a hand. "I don't need to hear any of that. I'm not interested in whatever unnecessary details you're about to dump on me. Just get to the important part—why did you come to my house unannounced, and why did you refuse to leave?"

Naomi blinked, then quickly nodded. "Ohhh, okay! Sir Logan, my apologies for deviating from the topic."

She didn't need to apologize for that. She always deviated. It was literally her thing.

"So after we were done with the extra lessons, Tyler pleaded with me to follow him to your place. He said he had something important to tell you," she said with a straight face.

I almost choked.

Excuse me???

This lying little devil.

"That's a lie, Naomi!" I snapped. "Why are you lying? You're not just a talkative; you're a chronic liar! I was about to go to sleep when you came to me, telling me to drive you here. I even asked you why, and you just brushed it off! I knew it wasn't my business, so I didn't push. But don't stand here and act like it was my idea!"

Naomi just turned to Logan without even defending herself.

I knew exactly what she was doing.

She wasn't going to argue because she knew Logan had already decided we were both guilty.

And I was right.

Logan let out a long sigh, shaking his head. "That's it. I'm not interested in hearing any more of these lies. Neither of you is going to admit who came up with the idea, so I might as well just punish both of you."

Naomi stiffened.

I groaned.

"We're starting with Naomi," Logan announced, turning to her.

Then he turned to me, a smirk playing at his lips.

"And as for you, Tyler..." he said, pointing a finger at me. "Your turn is coming. I just want to finish dealing with Naomi first."

I rolled my eyes. Not him acting like some kind of correctional officer.

All this fuss over us entering his house. It wasn't even like we broke in! We knocked! No one answered, so we stepped inside. That's when we got the juiciest gossip of all time. He needed to quit blaming us—it wasn't like we did it on purpose!

But even though I knew we were in the wrong, I wouldn't dare say it in court. I'd be charged with breaking and entering and thrown straight into jail.

Logan turned back to Naomi, his smirk widening.

"Now, Naomi. First punishment for today. Oh, my bad—not today. Because I already punished you twice today."

Naomi's eyes widened in horror.

Imagine getting punished over five times in one day.

Was that not enough?

Wasn't that a sign to change your ways?

Or did Naomi just want to up her game and get even more punishments?

I had a feeling I already knew the answer.