His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 83: Nothing To Him

Chapter 83- Nothing To Him

LOGAN'S POV

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Did I just hear that correctly?

Did Naomi—whatever her name is—just say that Tyler told her I was nothing to him?

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I opened my mouth again, but no words followed. What did I even have to say? Absolutely nothing. I was so stunned to speak. Stunned to even utter a single word.

Tyler looked at me, his eyes filled with something that resembled guilt. He was about to speak, but I raised my hand.

A silent order. Shut the fuck up.

Naomi wasn't having it. She turned to him, her voice sharp and demanding. "Tyler, answer me! Why aren't you saying anything?" Her eyes flicked between the two of us, suspicion dripping from every word. "You told me there was nothing going on between you and him, so why are you here with Logan? Something's not right. I know it."

I just stood there, staring at them both, because really—what was I supposed to say?

Nothing.

Absolutely fucking nothing.

Because what the fuck was I supposed to say after hearing that?

I knew Tyler didn't want me. That was never a secret. But I never—not even in my worst thoughts—believed he could say something like that about me.

To her.

To someone like Naomi.

Oh wow.

A big fucking wow.

So that's what I was to him? Not even a regret—just an embarrassment? He couldn't even admit we had something?

I wasn't expecting him to announce it to the whole world, but he could have at least said we were friends. That would've been enough. It would've told me that even if he couldn't be with me, he still cared.

But no.

He didn't.

Tyler didn't give a single fuck about me.

This was the same guy who begged for my forgiveness, who chased after me, acting like I was the one ignoring him. But the moment Naomi showed up, he tossed me aside like I was nothing.

And not just that—he told his girlfriend that I was some random minion trying to get on his nerves.

Me? Logan?

A fucking minion?

Where the hell did he get the audacity?

I wasn't sure what pissed me off more—Tyler rejecting and denying me, or Tyler rejecting, denying me, and then acting like none of it ever happened.

Like I was crazy for thinking I mattered.

Like I was crazy for believing his bullshit apologies.

Tyler was a bastard.

I stared at him, my arms crossed, watching as he tried to juggle both of us at once.

Pathetic.

He'd already made his choice, so why was he still trying to play both sides?

He preferred Naomi. That much was obvious. So he could keep lying to her. I didn't care anymore.

"Tyler... does this mean you're into guys?" Naomi suddenly asked, her voice sharp.

Tyler's eyes flickered with panic for a second. I saw it—I knew him too well not to notice.

For one insane moment, I hoped—hoped that he'd finally stop running, that he'd at least acknowledge something. That he'd stand up for me, for us, even if it was just a fraction of the truth.

But no.

Instead, he denied me.

Right to my fucking face.

"Why would you say that, darling?" His voice was smooth, too smooth. "I'm not into guys. I'd never be into guys—not when I have you, Naomi."

A sharp pain sliced through my chest, but I stood still. Expression blank.

"Do you think I would be dating you if I was into guys?" He let out a soft chuckle, reaching for her hand. "Point of correction, my lovely darling."

I wanted to throw up.

"You're the only one in my heart," he continued, squeezing her hand like she was his entire world. "You're my girlfriend, the love of my life, my heartbeat. I'd never hurt you by being with someone else. Especially not a guy."

He shot me a glance. Cold. Detached. Like I wasn't even standing there.

"It's never going to happen, darling. Let that stick."

I laughed. Not out loud, but inside, where the pain was festering, turning into something darker.

And here I was, thinking I meant something to him.

Thinking that maybe—just maybe—his pathetic attempts to talk to me, to get me to forgive him, actually meant something.

But it was all bullshit.

Tyler lied.

He lied about not dating Naomi, when they were very clearly together.

He lied about regretting what happened between us.

And now, here I was, painted as the villain—the one who wouldn't leave him alone, the one making things complicated.

"Baby," Naomi said, leaning into him like the perfect little puppet she was. "If you really love me, if you really care about me, then why is he here?"

Her eyes flicked toward me with disgust.

"Why were you in a dark, quiet place with him?"

Tyler didn't hesitate. "Naomi, baby, you have to believe me—nothing was going on between us. You remember I told you he was one of Alexis's minions?"

I clenched my fists. The lies.

"You told me to go talk to him," he continued, "to ask why he was watching us earlier. That's why I came here, baby. That's the only reason. He was looking at us weird, and I needed to know why."

Naomi nodded, encouraging him to keep going.

"I grabbed his wrist because he tried to run away before answering me," Tyler finished smoothly.

Wasn't Tyler the same bastard that pleaded with me to forgive him in class and dragged me to this dark class still pleading for my forgiveness?

I tried walking away, he didn't let me leave.

He didn't fucking let me leave and now he was changing everything

Every fucking thing.

I opened my mouth, then shut it.

I was speechless.

The way he twisted the entire situation, making it look like I was some obsessed cree

I wasn't even surprised anymore.

This was the real Tyler.

Naomi turned to me, her lips curling in disgust before she stepped closer to him, pressing herself into his side like she was marking her territory.

"Babe, just make it quick," she whispered to him, giving me one last look of pure hate. "Handle him. I'll be waiting outside."

She shot me a smirk before sauntering away, leaving just the two of us.

Tyler hesitated, then took a slow step toward me.

I didn't move. Didn't blink. Just watched.

"One more step," I said, voice low, "and your teeth will be on the floor."