All for Nothing
All because of Leo Cullen’s words, I gave up a place at a top-tier university in Ceres and stayed behind to retake the entrance exams with him—three times.
By the fourth year, a girl arrived at our cram school, and Leo forgot the promise we made.
He started skipping class, picking fights, smoking—doing everything but studying.
One day, I stood at the school gate, blocking his path with a textbook in hand as he tried to ditch class.
He smirked, unimpressed, and blew a bubble with his gum, letting it stick to the ends of my hair.
“Naomi…,” he began, “who still cares about studying these days?”
So I stopped caring and avoided him entirely.
When he fooled around in the classroom, I went to the library.
When he played basketball, I sat in a quiet corner with my books.
Even when I craved noodles from my favorite shop, I’d scan the room first to make sure he wasn’t there.
“Are you avoiding me, Naomi?” he asked later, his face in a frown.
I shook my head.
“Why would you think that?”