My Crazy Childhood Friend’s Love Obsession

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 get every possible point. Nash, on the other hand, indulged himself completely, going out with Yvonn Nash and I had finally become two parallel lines that would never intersect.

The SAT finally arrived. I thought I would be nervous, but surprisingly, I wasn't. Every question seemned familiar, and in those days of intense studying, perhaps they had all crossed paths with me in one way or As for SAT, all I could say was that I had done my best

In this second chance at youth, I had no regrets.

After SAT, when I returned home, my mom was on the phone. She sighed and shook her head

after hanging up.

"Mrs.

Xander just called me. She said that the day before the college entrance exam, Nash had a fight with that girl. They got drenched in the rain all day, and he had a fever during the exam. He probably did poorly, I mpletely."

ddenly remembered a few days ago when Nash had argued with Yvonne because of her ex-noveldrama

boyfriend. It had been raining that day, and while she cried and ran away, Nash had gone after her and

ended up getting soaked as well. They had a foolish love drama in the pouring rain, quarreling, hugging, and kissing

My mom continued to sigh, "What's so good about that girl? She's so strange and creepy. How can Nash like her so much?"

I didn't respond because, to be honest, I didn't know either. Maybe it was because he was tired of his privileged life and the same routine every day. Perhaps he truly loved Yvonne. But all of that didn't

matter to me anymore.

After SAT, I removed my black-

framed glasses, adjusted my bangs, and began learning how to put on makeup. I even got myself a new dress. Our class organized a party, and Nash and Yvonne attended.

Yvonne wore an expensive, trendy outfit and had a mature makeup look, making her seem much older than we were. On the other hand, Nash didn't wear any eccentric clothing this time; he simply wore a white days. He had dyed his hair blonde because Yvonne liked that color.

Our homeroom teacher couldn't bear to see the once-brilliant young

man now reduced to this state, so she left the party after a while. Nash's gaze had been on me the whole time, and he seemed surprised by my transformation. During a drinking game, when Yvonne noticed Na

darkened.

Coincidentally, my desk mate glanced disdainfully at Yvonne and said, "Look at our campus hottie, Yvonne, all decked out in designer brands..."

Yvonne raised an eyebrow, about to show off her pride but my desk mate continued, "If you didn't know any better, you might mistake her for a nightclub girl from some fancy club; even the designer clothes cou Her voice was loud, and the private room suddenly fell silent.

Yvonne was quite high-

profile at school, being both beautiful and having a rich boyfriend. However, her academic performance was horrible, and her behavior didn't help either, so the girls in the class didn't want to hang out with her.

"I was wondering who it was, turns out it's Wendy's lapdog. What's the matter, your master looking for some company? Jealous, huh? Sending you out to bite people randomly? Hmph, some people are so hypo "Yvonne, we're all classmates; your words are

just too harsh," a fellow student who couldn't stand her spoke up.

Yvonne ignored them, her gaze fixed firmly on me.

The last time Yvonne caused me to injure myself and miss the math competition, our homeroom teacher ordered her to publicly apologize.

Feeling insulted, Yvonne sought revenge indiscriminately in any situation.

My desk mate had a fiery temper and stood up to retort, "This is hilarious. Who's jealous of your man? Only you treasure Nash. In everyone else's eyes, what is he? An artist with a disabled hand, a bottom- tier student who can't get into college?"

Upon hearing these words, Nash's face darkened, and the onlookers' expressions, like they were watching a show, made the usually proud Nash find it somewhat unbearable