His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 22: Worse Day

Chapter 22- Bad Day

Logan's POV

It was as if my world crumbled right in front of me.

One moment, I was laughing, holding a drunk girl steady as she stumbled, and the next—I saw it. Tyler. Kissing. Someone else.

My breath hitched. My entire body tensed, my stomach twisted. My grip on the girl tightened before I forced myself to let go. I couldn't react. I couldn't speak. All I could do was watch as jealousy—no, pure rage—burned through my veins like wildfire.

I turned my face away, clenching my jaw so hard it ached.

The girl I was helping giggled beside me. "I thought you said you don't like him? Or that you have nothing to do with him?" she teased, swaying on her feet. "So why do you look like someone just ran over your puppy?"

"Shut up," I snapped, barely glancing at her. "My expression wasn't because of them. I just... saw something else."

"Okay, Mr. Denial. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

I rolled my eyes, but when I turned back, the kiss had ended. Tyler and the girl were laughing now. She was flirting with him. Running her fingers over his arm. Leaning in too close. And Tyler—he was smiling. Entertaining her.

Like he had already moved on.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.

The Tyler I know doesn't move on that fast.

Why did he move on?

Why is he kissing that girl?

Why is she touching him like she has every right to?

That should be me. Me!

Only me!

My fists clenched at my sides as an overwhelming urge surged inside me—to grab Tyler, shake him, make him forget that damn kiss. To erase it from his mind, from existence, from reality itself.

It wasn't fair.

Tyler is mine.

Mine.

I ran a hand through my hair, tugging hard at the strands, trying to ground myself.

"Mr. I'm Waiting," the drunk girl beside me suddenly piped up, dragging me out of my spiraling thoughts.

I turned and stared blankly at her.

"What?"

"You spaced out like a statue. Thought I lost you there for a sec."

I exhaled sharply, forcing down the lump in my throat. "Leave me alone, lady. I've done enough for you. Go find whoever you came with."

"Nooo," she whined dramatically. "But what if I get kidnapped?"

I let out a humorless laugh. "Someone like you, who can spot love and jealousy in a single glance, can definitely navigate her way through a kidnapping."

"Oh nooo, I made you ang—"

"Alevva! Here you are!" A voice interrupted her, and a girl rushed over, thanking me for watching over her friend.

I barely paid attention. My mind was elsewhere.

At least now, I didn't have to deal with the drunk girl anymore.

But this party? It was officially ruined.

The only reason I even came was to see Tyler, and now that same Tyler had just shoved his tongue down someone else's throat. I wasn't going to stick around any longer.

Because if I did, and if I saw them do anything else—if I saw them get even closer—I might lose my mind.

I made my way back to the bar and downed four shots in quick succession. I needed to forget. At least for the night.

I could drown myself in jealousy tomorrow.

I was about to take the last shot when something caught my attention.

A phone buzzed against the bar counter.

I glanced at it, about to ignore it, but then curiosity got the best of me. I reached for it, turning it over to check the screen.

The wallpaper made my heart stop.

Tyler's mom.

Tyler's phone.

He must've been so deep into that kiss that he didn't even realize he lost it.

Tsk.

I could leave it here. Hope someone steals it. Maybe even smash it.

He doesn't deserve to have his phone saved after what he just did.

But then I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face.

I wasn't that petty.

Fine. I'd give it back.

I pushed off the stool, looking for him, but he was nowhere in sight.

"They must be having so much fun now," I muttered bitterly, shoving the phone into my pocket.

I'd return it when I saw him. Or maybe I'd send it through a delivery service. I wasn't in the mood to deal with him face-to-face, especially if I had to watch him act all lovey-dovey with that girl.

I walked out of the bar and headed to my car.

Slipped inside.

Turned the key.

Nothing.

What the fuck?

Not now. Not tonight.

I tried again. Still nothing.

"No, no, no, no," I muttered under my breath, gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white.

This was a goddamn joke.

Why now?

I slammed my hands against the wheel in frustration.

I wasn't about to spend the night here, and there was no way in hell I was crashing at Liam's place. Just the thought of being in a cramped room full of drunk, sweaty idiots made me want to throw up.

I groaned. My only option?

Find Liam. Borrow his car. Go home.

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I got out and headed back inside, scanning the room for him. But he was nowhere to be found.

"Where the hell is that whore of a man?" I muttered.

I was still searching for Liam when i noticed a crowd forming around a fight. Someone was getting beaten, and a woman was caught up in it too.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to get a better look, but the people gathered around made it impossible to see clearly.

Not my problem.

I was here for one reason—to borrow Liam's car and get the hell out.

But what if Liam was the one getting beaten?

Shit.

My only hope of getting home couldn't be lying on the ground, getting his face smashed in.

With that thought, I pushed through the crowd. And when i finally saw who was fighting, my heart nearly stopped.

Tyler.

And the woman? The same one he had kissed earlier.

My stomach twisted.

"Is he... fighting for her?

I froze, my breath caught in my throat.

My jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

Jealousy roared back to life, burning hotter, wilder, uncontrollable.

This night just kept getting worse.