Chapter 117- What In The Actual Fuck?
Tyler's POV
"Imagine I start by paying a blog to leak our messages," he mused. "With screenshots. Proof." His fingers tapped his phone. "Have you forgotten?" he cooed.
"I still have all of our chats. Every single word. Every single dirty little secret." Logan's face didn't change. But I knew him. I saw the tightness in his shoulders. The way his fingers curled just a little too hard.
Lucas smirked. "The messages would only show your number," he continued, shrugging. "Not mine." Then his smirk widened. "Now imagine how the school would react to that." A pause. A beat of silence.
Then—"Imagine them finding out that the almighty Logan—" Lucas gestured vaguely toward him, "—the same Logan who always has girls hanging off his arms, the same Logan everyone thinks is a walking sex god—"
He leaned in slightly. "Isn't even bisexual." Another pause. Then—"But is actually just gay."