Chapter 233- Bloody Evening
Logan's POV
A fist.
The pain shot through my nose.
My head snapped sideways, and for a second, I didn't even know what hit me.
Then another one came.
Boom.
Right into my jaw.
I stumbled back a step, gripping the doorframe for balance, trying to make sense of what the hell was going on. Before I could even curse, Philip—yes, Philip, the same idiot who offered Tyler his room—was already standing in front of me.
"FUCKING BASTARD!" he screamed.
I stared at him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I growled.
"You think you're a god, don't you? You think because you're the golden boy here, you can treat people like trash and no one will say a word?!"
"Philip—"
"No! Shut the fuck up and listen for once!"
His face was red, spitting flying out of his mouth as he pointed at me like I was the devil himself.
"I've hated your guts since the day you walked into this school with your smug face and your 'I-don't-give-a-shit' attitude."
