CHAPTER 232: HE ISN’T GOING ANYWHERE

Chapter 232- He Isn’t going anywhere.

LOGAN’S POV

I was lying on my bed, arms folded behind my head, eyes closed, pretending like I couldn’t hear a damn thing..

Tyler was knocking.

Again.

And again.

And again.

He was going at that door like it personally insulted his entire bloodline.

I clenched my jaw.

Let him knock until his hands fall off.

"Logan, open the door!" he shouted from outside.

I didn’t even flinch.

He should spend the night out there. Freeze if he wants.

He was lucky the principal gave me something to eat, or I would’ve burned the whole damn dorm down just to make a point.

"But you already ate, so why can’t you just forgive him?" my annoying subconscious whispered like some saint.

I rolled my eyes, still lying in bed. "Because I don’t want to," I muttered.

Forgive him? Just like that?

Nah. He could rot outside for all I cared.

My subconscious should be grateful it was a part of me. If it was a real person standing in front of me saying that crap, I’d punch them so hard, they’d forget their own name.

I pulled the blanket over my head, trying not to feel guilty.

But the guilt crept in anyway.

Why?

He deserved this.

So why the hell was I feeling like trash?

He knocked again.

Then again. Then harder.

I didn’t move.

"Maybe if I stay quiet long enough," I whispered to myself, "he’ll finally take the hint and go find somewhere else to sleep."

But no.

He kept going. Banging on the door like he wanted to break it down.

I gritted my teeth and sat up.

"What the hell is wrong with this stubborn idiot?" I hissed under my breath.

I swear, if he damaged this door, he was gonna pay for it.

The annoying part? If he had used half the energy he was wasting outside this door, he could’ve found another room, another friend, or a damn janitor closet to crash in.

But no. He had to be dramatic.

Then... suddenly, silence.

My head snapped toward the door.

Why did it go quiet?

Had he left?

I stood up carefully, tiptoed to the door, and pressed my ear against it. I strained, listening for footsteps or a voice or anything.

Nothing.

I almost opened the door, just to check.

.

But then I heard something.

A soft sound. Movement.

I froze.

He was still there.

Seriously?

Why wouldn’t he just give up?

But then I heard another voice.

Naomi.

I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw hurt.

That girl again?

Can she not just leave him alone?

Why is she always around him like she’s some backup girlfriend?

I backed away from the door and stomped back to my bed, heart pounding. My fists clenched. My head was spinning.

"What is her damn problem?" I muttered, throwing myself back onto the mattress.

She needed to stay in her lane. Mind her own business. This wasn’t about her.

It was between me and Tyler.

But there she was again, playing the little angel, sitting outside like they were in some kind of romcom.

God, she made me sick.

My mind wouldn’t let it go.

It kept playing images in my head—her whispering to him, him laughing with her, their shoulders touching as they sat too close.

I shut my eyes, tried to sleep, but it was useless.

All I could think about was choking her.

Okay—maybe not that dramatic, but I swear, if I could erase her from the hallway with my mind, I would.

And then...

Wait a damn second.

Was I... jealous?

No.

No no no.

That couldn’t be it.

I sat up and smacked my forehead with my palm.

"Don’t be stupid, Logan," I told myself. "You’re not jealous. You just hate her face. That’s all."

But my heart was pounding.

And I was sweating under my blanket, even though the room was cold.

If I waited any longer, she might actually seduce him with her annoying kindness and stupid smile.

That thought alone made me want to break something.

I sighed, sat up again, and stared at the door.

"Fine," I muttered. "I’ll forgive him."

Just so I could end this mess.

Just so I could get him away from her.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I stood up and marched to the door

And when I opened the door, some random classmate I barely even remembered the name of, standing there like some knight in shining armor, trying to play the hero. Tyler and Naomi were sitting on the floor just like before, but now this idiot had joined the show.

"You can spend the night in my room," he said to Tyler with that fake kind voice that made me want to smash his teeth in.

I blinked.

Did I just hear what I think I heard?

I swear, for a second, I saw red.

This dude must want to die.

I felt like handing him a bottle of acid and begging him to chug it like water.

How. Dare. He?

"No, he’s not spending the night with you," I said coldly, stepping out fully into the hallway.

All eyes turned to me.

Tyler looked stunned. Naomi looked like she’d seen a ghost.

Even that dumbass with the offer looked surprised.

Tyler raised his eyebrows and blinked at me. "How are you here? I thought you were asleep."

I didn’t even answer him. I couldn’t. I wasn’t thinking straight. All I could see was that idiot who had no business getting involved.

Why the hell was he here?

Why did he even care?

Why was he offering Tyler a place to sleep?

Why couldn’t he mind his miserable little life and stay out of mine?

How did he even know Tyler was out here?

I narrowed my eyes at him, but he just smirked like he thought he was doing something noble.

"I wasn’t talking to you, Logan," he said with this irritating calm voice. "I was talking to Tyler. The offer was for him, and I’m only interested in his answer, not yours."

My blood boiled.

This bastard wanted to get me angry?

He really wanted to try it?

"Tyler is my roommate," I snapped. "That means I have every fucking right to answer for him. And the answer is no. He’s not spending the night in your bed or your room or anywhere near you."

I stepped forward, barely controlling myself.

"He’s staying in the room we were assigned. Because that’s where he belongs."

I don’t even know where all that was coming from. My heart was racing. My fists were tight. My whole body was vibrating with something I didn’t want to name.

Why was I this angry?

Why did it bother me so much that someone else was trying to help Tyler?

Why did it feel like someone was trying to take something mine?

I looked at Tyler again, sitting there like none of this affected him. Like he was too tired to react.

What is wrong with me?

Why do I care this much?

Why does the thought of Tyler spending the night with someone else make me want to fight?

Am I jealous?

No. No way. That can’t be it.

But even as I told myself that, my throat burned.

"Tyler," I called his name, trying to make my voice sound steady.

He looked up at me slowly. His face was blank. Tired. He didn’t even say anything.

Punk.

"Look," I said sharply. "I’ve forgiven you. You can stop acting like a victim now. Just get inside. Our room. The one the principal assigned to both of us."

I folded my arms, standing there with all the fake confidence I could pull together.

But Tyler just stared at me.

And then he gave me a slow, sarcastic smile.

"Oh, now I can come in?" he asked, voice full of disbelief. "Now you suddenly want me inside? After locking me out for over ten minutes and letting me freeze like a damn popsicle?"

I didn’t know what to say.

I just stood there.

"I mean, seriously," he continued, "what do you want from me? You shut me out, made me feel like trash, and now you’re pretending it didn’t happen?"

"I didn’t—" I started, but I couldn’t even finish. I didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t make me sound like a hypocrite.

"Why would I follow you back in there?" he asked, his tone sharper now. "Why would I go back to the same room where I was treated like a stranger?"

I clenched my jaw and stared at him, refusing to break eye contact.

I wasn’t leaving. I wasn’t walking back in there alone. He was coming with me, whether he liked it or not.

"If you don’t come with me right now, I’ll have no choice but to call the principal," I warned him.

Tyler rolled his eyes. "And you think I care about Miss Ag—"

He didn’t finish.

Because out of nowhere, something slammed into my face.