“Hold on, you two,” I couldn’t help myself and stood up to stop them.
“Listen, this is a class reunion, and if you two want to flirt and quarrel, please find a place with no one around. There’s no need to behave like this on what might be the last time we all gather together like this. Also, could you please not involve me in your fight? It sounds… kind of disgusting.”
This remark ignited Yvonne’s anger, and she rushed up to me, pointing her finger at me menacingly.
“What are you pretending for? Don’t think I don’t know your little scheme. You had a love letter to Nash hidden in your math competition book. You’re the one who’s the most disgusting.”
A love letter in my math competition book?
I burned it right after waking up in this new life. It turns out that Yvonne had known about it early on, back when I still considered her a friend.
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It appears that some people are indeed capable of stealing the person you like, even when they are your friend. I had to admit that in my previous life, my judgment in choosing friends was pretty poor.
“How about it? Are you too afraid to admit it? Wendy, you’re just a hypocrite. Do you know why Nash likes me and not you? It’s because of your hypocrisy,” Yvonne said with a speer.
Nash furrowed his brow and tried to stop her, “That’s enough, Yvonne, you’re drunk”
Yvonne slapped Nash’s hand away and continued, seemingly unaware of his efforts, “Because you’re too hypocritical. You always say one thing and do another behind people’s backs. Take the math competition, for instance. If someone had prevented me from participating and took away my chance, I would have fought back even harder. But you, pretending to be a saint, did you think that would make Nash feel guilty and change his mind?”
All the classmates watched this drama unfold in silence, and Nash Indeed appeared guilty.
“Speaking of which,” I smiled and leaned in closer to Wonne, “I was indeed focused on my studies back then and forgot to get back at you. You prevented me from participating in the competition, causing me to lose my guaranteed spot. This slap is what you deserve.”
I finished speaking and delivered a sharp slap to Yvonne’s face.
“Wendy, how dare you hit me!” Yvonne was almost insane with anger and attempted to strike back.
Our classmates immediately shielded me, and Nash held her back.
I glared at Yvonne coldly, “Yvonne, it’s normal to have feelings for the opposite sex during adolescence, especially for someone who had been so kind to me for the past ten years. But I didn’t let these feelings affect him or myself. I’ve been true to myself, so what’s wrong with mentioning it? Also, to echo what you said earlier, not everyone values Nash like you do.
“His affection, how much is it worth?”
Nash’s smile faded, replaced by a complex emotion I couldn’t decipher.
After finishing my words, I raised a glass of juice to our classmates, “Sorry for the trouble, everyone. I’m leaving.”
No one wanted to be associated with such a disgusting incident. A few girls who were close to me stood up and spat, “What a bunch of scumbags, they bring bad luck. Wendy, we’re leaving with you.”
