"Wendy, why aren't you speaking? Are you willing to help me or not?"Seeing Nash's hopeful expression, I pulled out my phone and dialed Yvonne's number.Willing? Of course, why wouldn't I be? How else would I get to witness this drama unfold?"Yvonne, Nash has passed out drunk at my doorstep, shouti
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.
"Alright, talk to your child calmly," our homeroom teacher said, pouring a cup of tea for Mrs. Xander and patting her hand.Our homeroom teacher and Mrs. Xander were old classmates and had a very close relationship. With her soothing words, Mrs. Xander managed to restrain her anger.Both Mrs. Xander
I paid no attention to all of this and dedicated all my time to my studies. Whenever I encountered something I didn't understand, I would seek guidance from my teachers. My parents even hired a private tutor for me. After school each day, I focused on strengthening my weaker subjects.Following the
I acknowledged Mrs. Xander as I passed her, not sparing a single glance or word for Nash and Yvonne.He was right.We didn't have anything to do with each other.We were simply childhood neighbors who had spent the first dozen years of our lives side by side. Nash and I were born in the same hospita
"Nash, can we talk?"I didn't want to get too close to him, so I stood three steps away. Nash looked somewhat impatient."What's up?"I went straight to the point. "Mrs. Xander asked me to talk to you. Nash, considering Mrs. Xander's feelings, I advise you to endure it a little longer. SAT is just a
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 contou
I closed my eyes. "Just go, Nash. Pretend we've never met."After that day, Nash and I had no contact. Even if we ran into each other at school, I ignored him and pretended not to see anything.I immersed myself in my studies, practically going from home to school and back, squeezing every minute to