My Crazy Childhood Friend’s Love Obsession
My homeroom teacher called me into her office, his face filled with pride but tinged with a hint of regret as he patted my shoulder.
"Your friendship with Nash has always been excellent. It's a shame."
Another teacher chimed in, "He's such a talented student! Yet, that Yvonne doesn't seem to study at all, and she's influencing good students."
I quietly left the office, passing by the hallway where I spotted Nash and Yvonne sharing a cigarette. Yvonne exhaled a puff of orange-scented smoke in Nash's direction, kissed him, and then handed him the half-smoked cigarette.