CHAPTER 230: WATCH ME

Chapter 230- Watch Me

TYLER’S POV

"He’s going to kill me," I said—and then I screamed it.

Like, actually screamed it out loud, not caring who stared.

My chest was tight. My brain? A mess. I felt like crying, like tearing my own hair out. I gripped the edge of the table so hard my knuckles turned white.

And naomi on the other hand didn’t even notice, she was still rapping.

Her stupid mouth kept moving nonstop, spitting out whatever came to her head like she was performing at a damn talent show.

Meanwhile, I was sitting right there, sweating, panicking, knowing I just did the dumbest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.

She kept going on and on, laughing, talking about God knows what.

And I just sat there—boiling.

I swear, I felt something inside me snap. I wanted to bang her head on the damn table.

Why did she even come sit with me?

Why didn’t I just eat alone like I planned?

I wanted to scream at the universe.

"If she hadn’t followed me here," I muttered to myself, "I would’ve eaten quickly, then gotten up, picked Logan’s food like he asked me to, and everything would’ve been fine."

But no.

Now?

The food was gone.

And I really knew Logan was going to lose his shit.

I closed my eyes, wishing—praying—for some miracle. Just something to reverse time or maybe make Logan forget he was ever hungry.

Nothing happened.

Of course it wasn’t going to happen. No miracle was going to happen. But if i was to wish to had an accident, it would happen

When I opened my eyes, everything still sucked. And there was Naomi, still laughing about some dumb thing her cousin did last week.

Her face was bright like she didn’t just ruin my life. Like I wasn’t sitting here on the verge of a total meltdown.

"FUCK YOU!!!" I snapped at her, loud.

Her mouth froze mid-word. Her smile died. She blinked fast, like someone just slapped her.

"What did you just say to me?" she asked, her voice small, eyes shiny.

Good. Let her cry.

Because honestly? I didn’t care right now.

The only thing I cared about was Logan.

And how I was about to get murdered.

"If you had just shut your bitchy mouth for ONE second," I growled, standing up, "I would’ve remembered that I was sent on an errand. But no. You talked and talked and TALKED until I forgot the whole damn reason I was holding a tray in the first place!"

I looked down at my plate like it had betrayed me.

It was empty.

Sparkling clean.

I’d eaten every single bite. Every. Damn. Bite.

Because I was hungry. Because I thought, "Let me just eat mine first, then I’ll go get Logan’s."

And now?

Now I had nothing. Nothing to give him because there is no meal in the kitchen.

Naomi sniffled. "So that’s why you’re shouting at me?" she asked, fake tears loading up in her voice.

I snapped.

"If you don’t SHUT the hell up right now," I hissed, leaning down into her face, "I swear I will do something that’ll give you a REAL reason to cry."

She gasped like I slapped her. But I didn’t wait.

I turned and stormed off.

I didn’t even know where I was going. Maybe the kitchen. Maybe the garbage bins—wherever I could find something to give Logan.

Even leftover rice. A half-eaten chicken bone. Anything.

I didn’t care about pride anymore. I’d get on my knees and beg the kitchen staff if I had to.

Because when Logan was angry and hungry at the same time?

He became something worse than a monster.

I could still feel Naomi’s footsteps behind me. She was following me.

Even after everything. After I yelled, insulted her, threatened her—she still followed me like a lost puppy.

God, she never learns.

"What a stubborn girl," I mumbled under my breath, barely holding myself together.

I got to the kitchen. My last hope.

But when I stepped inside... I froze.

It was empty.

No one. Not a single soul. Not even the server.

The place looked like it had been abandoned. Trays were stacked up, the food counter wiped down.

"What the hell...?"

I blinked fast, looking around in disbelief.

"Where is everyone?" I asked out loud.

"Isn’t there supposed to be someone here? A server? A cook? Anyone?"

I walked to the food counter and leaned over it like maybe someone was hiding behind the steel warmer.

Nothing.

I opened one of the hot food trays. Empty.

Another. Empty.

Another. Empty.

"Where the fuck did everyone go?!"

I was pacing in circles inside the empty kitchen, literally dragging my fingers through my hair like I was about to rip it all out.

Where the hell was the kitchen staffs ?

I turned left.

Nothing.

I turned right.

Still nothing.

"Come on... someone? Anyone? Please..." I muttered under my breath, looking around like a desperate idiot.

If I could just find one single person. One cook. One staff.

—I’d get on my knees and beg them to give me anything they had. Anything. A spoon of rice. A damn biscuit. A piece of chicken bone.

But not a single soul.

The whole place looked like it had been shut down hours ago. Even the cooking equipment was sparkling clean, like no one had used it all day. Pots? Washed. Counters? Wiped. Fryers? Turned off.

There wasn’t even a trace of smell in the air. No pepper. No oil. Nothing.

I was screwed.

"I really can’t go empty-handed to Logan," I muttered to myself, my throat tightening with panic. "He’s going to MURDER me."

And I wasn’t even being dramatic. Logan didn’t play with food.

I scanned the cafeteria quickly to make sure no one was watching me. The coast was clear.

Then I moved quietly toward the side entrance of the kitchen and snuck into the main kitchen room.

If no one was in the kitchen room, then maybe—just maybe—there’d be leftovers. Or bread. Or raw noodles. Anything.

What were they going to do if they caught me?

Ground me?

Fine. I’d rather be grounded

I opened every cupboard. Pulled out drawers. Lifted lids off giant pots.

Empty.

Empty.

Empty.

I even opened the fridge. It was cold... and completely bare.

Not even milk. Not even juice. Nothing.

I shut it with a slam and leaned against the counter, staring at the ceiling like God Himself might drop food from the sky.

"Naomi has ruined me," I muttered bitterly. "Her nonstop yapping. Her stupid laughter. Her damn voice that never knows when to shut up."

If she hadn’t come to sit with me...

If she hadn’t distracted me...

I would’ve eaten quickly, grabbed Logan’s food, and this wouldn’t be happening right now.

But no. She had to go on and on about her dumb cousin’s party and some dog she saw on social media. She dragged me into her bubble of brainless chatter until I forgot everything.

Now I had nothing.

No excuse Logan would believe.

And let’s be honest, if I were in Logan’s shoes—starving, waiting, counting on someone—and they showed up empty-handed?

Yeah, I’d lose it too.

I dragged my feet out of the kitchen.

I had no choice now.

I had to face him.

"O God, please," I whispered like a dying man, "just touch Logan’s heart tonight. Please let him go easy on me. Or knock him out cold before I get there. I don’t even care how You do it. Just help me."

But even as I prayed, I knew—I was screwed.

If Logan did something to me, it’d be bad. And if he didn’t, the guilt alone would crush me.

And if both happened?

Then I swear I was going to murder Naomi.

Because at this point?

This was all her fault.

I kept walking. Slowly. The hallway to our room felt ten times longer tonight.

Why the hell did they put our room at the very last end of the building anyway?

Whose dumb idea was that?

I finally got there and paused at the door. My hand was shaking. I took one deep breath, then another, trying to calm down.

Then I heard footsteps behind me.

I turned—and of course it was her.

Naomi.

She was following me like a ghost, her face all pale and nervous like she was the one about to get eaten alive.

I stared at her in disbelief.

"Why the fuck are you following me?" I snapped.

She looked away, didn’t say a word.

I shook my head. "Whatever. Suit yourself. Just know that if Logan catches you here and loses it, I’m not the one he’ll blame. It’ll be your funeral."

Finally, she opened her mouth. "You’re supposed to be grateful I followed you, dummy," she snapped back. "I came to help talk to Logan. Maybe I can make him forgive your silly ass."

I scoffed. Loud. Almost laughed in her face.

"The same silly thing YOU caused?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "The one that put me in this whole mess? That’s what you want to save?"

She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed.

"Okay then," I said with a smirk. "Good luck. But I’m going to tell Logan everything. From start to finish. I’m going to make sure he knows it was all your fault."

Her face went pale instantly.

"Oh, you’re scared now?" I asked, tilting my head like I cared.

"You... you can’t do that," she whispered, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

I stepped forward, leaned in just a little, my voice low and cold.

"Okay then," I said. "Watch me do it."