His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 24: Heated Argument

Chapter 25- Heated Argument

Logan's POV

"I've tried my best to apologize to you, and today is the last time I'm going to do so." My voice was steady, but my chest was burning with frustration.

"If you don't want to accept my apology, then so be it. But have it in mind, Tyler—I'm never going to apologize to you again."

Silence.

Not a single word from Tyler.

I waited, hoping—no, expecting—him to say something. Anything. A curse, an insult, a sarcastic remark. But he just kept his damn mouth shut, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his gaze locked on the road like he was deaf.

Oh, so now he had nothing to say? The same Tyler who had been screaming at me minutes ago was suddenly mute?

I clenched my jaw, my patience wearing dangerously thin.

"Say something." My voice was sharp, demanding. But Tyler didn't even blink.

I gritted my teeth. "I said say something! You can't just leave me hanging like this!"

Still nothing.

That was it. I was done.

"You know what, Tyler? I'm done. Stop the car. Now."

Nothing.

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"I said stop the damn car! I'll find my way home." My voice rose in anger, but Tyler barely reacted.

Then, finally, he scoffed. "You must be out of your damn mind."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, so now you can talk, huh?"

He exhaled sharply. "I'm not stopping this car until we get to your place. You either take it or suck it up."

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palm. My body was burning with frustration, but I bit my tongue and forced myself to stay quiet. What was the point of arguing with him? He was always so damn difficult.

I turned to the window, crossing my arms as the cold night air hit my face. My chest was still heaving, my mind racing with everything that had just happened. Tyler would rather hold a grudge against me than accept the truth. He'd rather blame me than blame the one person who actually hurt him.

Fine.

I was done trying.

I wouldn't say another word to him. I wouldn't even look at him. As far as I was concerned, this would be the last time I wasted my breath on him.

I was still fuming when a sudden voice from the backseat shattered the silence.

""Stop the car! I said stop the damn car!"

A sharp voice rang out from the backseat, cutting through the thick silence.

I turned my head, my gaze landing on the woman—Tyler's latest mistake. The same one he had kissed.

"What the hell do you mean, stop the car, Amara?" Tyler snapped, irritation lacing his voice.

Amara. So that was her name.

Of course. Another A.

I let out a quiet scoff, shaking his head. First, there was Alexis, and now Amara.

Tyler sure had a type—women whose names started with A and ended with bad decisions.

"I said stop the car!" Amara yelled. Her voice was shaky, her hands clutching her stomach like she was in pain.

"What do you mean 'stop the car'?" Tyler's voice was irritated. "We're almost home. Just hold on."

But she wasn't listening. "I can't hold it! I have to pee and I think I'm gonna throw up!"

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. Of course. Just when I thought this night couldn't get worse.

Tyler let out a dry chuckle. "Oh, that's tough. I'll give you a can—you either pee in it or throw up in it. Pick one."

Amara gasped, clearly offended. "Are you insane?! Stop the damn car, Tyler! I can't hold it!"

Tyler rolled his eyes. "Then go ahead and throw up. What's stopping you? I mean, if it's really that bad, you wouldn't even be arguing right now, would you?"

Amara's mouth opened, then closed, and for a second, I thought she might actually start crying.

"Tyler, just stop the car before she pukes in here," I muttered, rubbing my temple.

"No," Tyler snapped. "She's bluffing."

"I'm not bluffing! Stop this car right now!"

She was practically shrieking at this point, and I winced at the sound.

"You were dead asleep five minutes ago and now, all of a sudden, you're wide awake and ready to pee and throw up?" I muttered. "Damn, Tyler, I didn't know your kisses had that much power."

Tyler shot me a glare, but before he could respond, Amara let out a loud, dramatic sigh.

"I swear to God, the time you spent arguing with me, I could've been done peeing already!"

Tyler scoffed. "And yet, here you are. Still dry."

Amara let out a frustrated scream. "You're such an asshole! Just take me home, dammit!"

"I will. After I drop him off," Tyler said firmly.

"No! Take me home first!"

I could feel a headache forming. This is the most annoying conversation I've ever been forced to listen to.

They were bickering like a toxic couple, and it made me sick.

At this point, I just wanted to get out of the car and walk home.

"Fine," I sighed, rubbing my temple. "Just take her home first, then drop me off."

Tyler clenched his jaw, looking like he was two seconds away from snapping.

Before he could say anything, Amara suddenly leaned forward, her voice laced with something dark and malicious.

"You know what? I don't want to go home anymore."

Tyler frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?"

She pointed a shaking finger at me, her eyes filled with pure hatred.

"I want you to stop the car," she seethed. "And throw him out."

Silence.

Tyler and I both stared at her, dumbfounded.

"What?" Tyler said slowly, his grip tightening on the wheel.

"You heard me," she hissed. "Kick him out. Right now."

I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

"I'm not joking," Amara snapped. "I don't care if his house isn't close—I want him gone."

I turned to Tyler. "You better not listen to this drunk idiot."

Tyler sighed heavily, gripping the steering wheel like he was seconds away from losing it.

"Amara, shut the hell up." His voice was sharp, irritated.

"You are acting this way because you are drunk Amara. "

"Suck it up!!!, I'm not ready for any more fightings today so shut that mouth of yours!!"

"No! I won't shut up! He's ruining everything! I don't want him in this car—throw him out!"