My Crazy Childhood Friend’s Love Obsession

"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 around the corner. If you hold on, nobody will interfe Nash chuckled disdainfully. "Wendy, wh

"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 around the corner. If you hold on, nobody will interfe Nash chuckled disdainfully. "Wendy, when did you start using these clichés? My life is none

of your business."

I felt a twinge of regret for the eighteenth time and wondered if I had been blind before. How could I have fallen for someone like him?

"I've said my piece. You can think it over." With that, turned to leave.

Yvonne emerged from behind Nash, firmly grabbing his arm and keeping an eye on me.

"Wendy, are you trying to break us up by pretending to speak on his mom's behalf?"

She let a bright glint of malice flash in her eyes. "Do you like Nash?"

Her voice was not quiet, and many classmates looked over. If I were still the timid girl from my previous life, I would have been flustered and unable to speak. But unfortunately for her, that was not the case nymore.

tu.ned and quickly walked away, distancing myself as if from some trash. I raised my voice and said, Trash deserves trash. You two are a match made in heaven, don't pollute the dating pool. Yvonne rushed to attack me, but Nash held her back.

Since then, Yvonne kept harassing me, and I was getting fed up with it. I even regretted the day I provoked her, as now I had gotten involved with such a lunatic, and there was no way to shake her off.

Coincidentally, there was a math competition, and our homeroom teacher decided to send me.

I valued this competition very much. If I could achieve a good result, I might have a chance to compete for a scholarship.

Just one day before the math competition, Nash suddenly sent me a message.

"Wendy, Yvonne has indeed gone too far during this period. I apologize on her behalf. Let's talk; I also have something to say to you."

Suddenly, I remembered the words he said wheh he was taken to the hospital that day. A dreadful suspicion crossed my mind, and I felt the need to see him face- to-face and confirm it...

He asked me to meet him in the equipment room. It was in the evening, and the room was

small with only a small

window letting in the evening sun, leaving the rest of the room dimly lit and hard to see.

I suddenly felt that something was off and quickly tried to back out.

"Nash, where are you?"

Just a second before I was about to leave the equipment room, the door was abruptly closed from the outside.

Cold sweat broke out on my back, and I rushed to the door, pounding on it.

"Don't lock it! Open the door...noveldrama

"There's someone inside, open the door!"

But outside was dead silence.

I realized all too suddenly that this was a trap set by Nash. He

must have found me too meddlesome and hurt him with my words, and he wanted to teach me a lesson.

I punched the iron door and couldn't help but mock myself. What was there to confirm? How could I forget the saying that some things are better left unknown?

I slid down to sit against the iron door and hugged myself tightly. I had a math competition tomorrow, and if I missed it, I would completely lose my chance for the scholarship. However, it was already too late for someone to come and open the door. I wiped my

eyes and decided to pull myself together.