Chapter 70- How to get away with murder
Tyler's POV
Logan's voice sliced through the air like a sharp blade, cutting me off just when I was about to answer Professor Dave's question.
"Poor Tyler!"
The words echoed in the room, followed by a few snickers from the back.
I clenched my fists tightly by my side, trying to suppress the burning anger bubbling inside of me.
This guy… This fucking guy…
If murder wasn't illegal, Logan would have been six feet under by now.
I slowly turned my head towards him, my eyes narrowing into thin slits. That smug smirk was still plastered on his face — the same smirk that made me want to rip his lips off and feed it to him for breakfast.
"Logan, you really should consider shutting the fuck up once in a while. It might actually do you some good." I said through gritted teeth, loud enough for him to hear but low enough not to attract too much attention.