Todos los capítulos de Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Capítulo 1831 - Capítulo 1840

Drake trailed Debra into the lecture hall.The students there shot him odd looks, puzzled by his creepy behavior.The guys muttered, "Creep."Drake didn't care. His eyes were glued to Debra.She handed in her form at the registration desk and left."Hey, your form?" a volunteer asked, eyeing Drake suspiciously.This guy had been sticking closely behind a beautiful girl. Sure, there were plenty of handsome guys and gorgeous girls among the freshmen every year, but this was a bit much.Drake frowned. "What form?"He had forgotten the whole freshman checklist."You from another school?" the volunteer asked, arms crossed. "Class? Admission letter?""This?" Drake pulled a letter from his bag.The volunteer checked it. "Drake Sampson, overseas transfer?"Drake was done wasting time. He needed to find Debra."You done?" he asked, impatient."Yeah. Well, no form needed for transfers," the volunteer replied, handing it back.Drake turned to go, but the volunteer added, "You study

Debra flinched at his rasp.Drake paused, wondering if he had gone too far.Then he nodded, believing so. This wasn't the full-fledged Debra he knew. It was just another regular girl.He frowned, unsure how to communicate with normal girls. Her scared look rattled him even more."Yo, that's not how you chase a girl," a guy said, slinging an arm around Drake."Debra's a catch, but you're coming on way too strong," another added.They acted like they were old friends with Drake, but he wasn't having it."Hands off," he said coldly.In the real world, people would've backed off or even begged forgiveness, but these two guys laughed it off, slapping his shoulders."No need to play shy. We're all guys," one of them said. "If you're into her, we'll help out. Let's hit the court later. My treat at the cafeteria tonight."Drake had zero interest in their frat-boy energy. In the two minutes he wasted on them, Debra vanished.His mood soured. He shook off their hands, ready to ditch,

Drake couldn't resist messing with Debra."No point living," he said, playing it up. "Might as well end it.""There's so much out there," she pleaded. "You're only 18. A bright future is still ahead.""No future," he said, still sitting on the edge. "You don't know what I've been through. Someone like me? I'm too rotten to live.""Nothing's set in stone," she said, frantic. "If you're hurting, talk to me. You don't have to do this. Yesterday, I was kinda harsh. I'm sorry. Just come down. It's dangerous."The wind roared. One slip, and he'd fall for real.Drake shifted, dangling his legs off the edge."Chill," she said, even more anxious. "I don't even know why I'm up here, but I studied psychology for a year. I can help. This won't solve anything. Think of your parents or someone you care about. Or that show you love, still waiting for the finale. New stuff happens every day. You can find something worth sticking around for. If you're lonely, I'll hang with you.""Hang with me?

Debra hesitated, then took his cup.One sip, and her face scrunched. "Ugh, it's like syrup. How do you drink this?""Used to it," Drake said, sipping again.Debra tried her own tea, but now it tasted bland. Just yesterday, she had tried one and found it good.As they walked, the maple leaves drifted down. From his angle, she was striking. In truth, she was always striking. Her fire just usually outshone her looks."A question has been bothering me," she started. "Why do you always stare at me like that? Do we know each other?"Too many emotions were hidden in his gaze, but there was no malice. That was why she wanted to help me in the first place."You remind me of a friend.""Really?""Sort of. Meeting her was bad luck. Everything went sideways after.""That bad?""Oh yeah. She subverted my life. She's sharp, and I can't outwit her. Kinda hate her for it.""Sounds like you don't hate her. You care about her."Drake stopped, frowning. "Care? I'd care about dogs first."Sh

Drake looked around the campus.School life wasn't bad. It just wasn't his life. He wouldn't play basketball like a regular student, eat in the cafeteria, or cram into a dorm with buddies to play games. His life was supposed to be gritty and full of chaos. Debra belonged to this campus, not his world. They shouldn't even cross paths."Stop following me. I'm not jumping," he said.But her cautious footsteps crept closer. He turned around. "Keep tailing me, and I'm heading to the rooftop right now."She stopped in her tracks, and he smirked. It was easy to handle a naïve girl like that."Remember, my name's Drake Lowe. Don't get it wrong," he called over his shoulder, waving lazily.Debra watched him wander off, muttering, "Weirdo."He knew her name, got close for no reason, messed with her, and intended to jump off the building. Now he said he wouldn't jump.He was a strange guy, but he wasn't really a pain in the ass....The next morning, Drake woke up in his dorm bed.