My Crazy Childhood Friend’s Love Obsession

"Can you share Nash’s contact info with me?" The girl who was well-known around campus lightly poked my arm.Near the classroom window, a figure came into view.It was 17-year-old Nash Xander.I suddenly snapped back to my senses, clutching my chest and gasping for breath."What's the matter with you?" The person who poked me was my desk mate, Yvonne Quinn, who had just transferred here a week ago and was crowned as the most beautiful girl on campus.In my previous life, she had been just as carefree and self-assured, declaring, "Give me his contact info, and I'll have him in a week."Back then, I had dismissed it as mere boasting.But that very evening, I witnessed her seated on the table, sharing a kiss with Nash.The plaster statue that should have been on the table tumbled to the ground, breaking into pieces.I was reborn!I found myself transported back to a time when tragedies hadn’t unfolded yet. I clenched my hands, battling to suppress the quiver in my voice. "Sure, I

Mrs. Xander walked in followed by our homeroom teacher, her face stern and icy."Who is Yvonne?" she demanded, her sharp gaze scanning the room. None of the students dared to make a sound.Yvonne, seated next to me, furrowed her brow and swiftly tapped a few times on her phone, then stood up calmly."That would be me. How may I help you?"Mrs. Xander scrutinized Yvonne from head to toe with her slender brows furrowed. Yvonne's face gradually turned red, and she appeared somewhat flustered."It's you, the one who's dating my son every day, leading him into mischief?"Yvonne instinctively denied it, but before she could say more, Mrs. Xander slapped her across the face."Your tricks won't work with me. Do you think I don't know what you're up to? You're so young, yet so cunning!"Yvonne, with a red mark from Mrs. Xander's five fingers on her beautiful face, stared in disbelief at Mrs. Xander and shouted loudly, "You old hag, who gave you the right to hit me?"Mrs. Xander coldly

Nash chose a different path for his youth in this lifetime, allowing himself to fall into decadence. However, I couldn't afford that luxury; I had to strive upward to fulfill my dreams.I glanced around, my eyes gradually adjusting to the prolonged darkness, allowing me to faintly discern the contours of the equipment room. This room had only two exits—one was the door behind me, and the other, a narrow window.As darkness descended, I couldn't afford to delay any longer. I fumbled around and found a baseball bat, using it to strike the glass window. The shattering sound was piercing, but at this hour, there was no one left on the campus to take notice.I carefully climbed up through the window frame, feeling a bit dizzy as I went. The equipment room was on the second floor, and below the window, there was nothing but a concrete floor—no grass in sight.Sitting on the windowsill, I felt on the verge of tears. If there had been a grassy area below, I might have risked jumping. I tri

A few days later, the results of the SAT were announced. The first set of scores I learned about was Nash's.Before he got together with Yvonne, he ranked in the top thirty of our grade. If he could have secured the first prize in that international competition, going to the Florence Academy of Fine Arts wouldn't have been a problem. However, now with his hand injury, he had hardly attended any classes during the entire senior year, hadn't completed a single test paper, and on top of that, he barely answered anything in the liberal arts section of the exam.His mother called my mom and wept on the phone, saying he had only scored a little over 1000 points, not even reaching 1100. Not to mention the Florence Academy of Art or the Central Academy of Fine Arts; he couldn't even qualify for an ordinary undergraduate program and would have to settle for a college diploma.Yvonne, on the other hand, had assumed that her beauty would help her pass the art exam with ease from the day she

I looked at him in surprise, "Go out to play? Now?"In my heart, I felt a faint attraction to this crazy idea."Yes!" Steve put on his coat and grabbed my hand, "Right now, anywhere, anything."I followed his steps closely, quickly leaving the restaurant. It didn't feel quite real until the car was speeding on the highway. I picked up my phone and sent a message to my parents, then settled in to enjoy my journey.Late at night, we stopped at a highway rest area, and as the dawn broke, we hit the road again. I asked Steve, "Where are we going?"Steve glanced at the gas gauge, "I don't know, when the tank is empty, we'll get off the highway." When the tank was almost empty, we exited at the nearest toll booth. It was a very small county town, but the scenery was beautiful. Steve and I made a brief stop in the town, then drove into the countryside.Steve said he wanted to show me the most beautiful night sky in the world. The country roads were rough and uneven, and Steve mentioned he