He clenched his fist but didn’t immediately erupt in anger. Yvonne, seeing this, immediately grabbed Nash’s arm, her eyes filled with disdain as she scanned the classmates.
“I see, you’re all just jealous of how handsome Nash is even if he can’t paint anymore, what does it matter? With his handsome face, he could easily enter the entertainment industry and make more money in a lifetime than you poor bookworms who can’t even dream of. Well, having good grades, what does that get you?”
I really didn’t know whether to attribute Yvonne’s behavior to naivety or ignorance. In just a few sentences, she managed to offend all the classmates.
“Well, then, let’s see if our former genius can rise to fame!” mocked one of the boys.
Yvonne completely ignored him and provocatively glanced at me. She then turned around, placing her hands on Nash’s neck.
“Nash, kiss me.”
Nash reached out and gently held her shoulder, speaking to her somewhat helplessly, “Don’t cause a scene, there are so many people here.”
Yvonne sneered, “What’s the matter, are you scared? Or is it that you can’t perform in front of your little sweetheart?”
I furrowed my brows, but before I could say anything, Nash interjected, “What are you saying? You know that there’s absolutely nothing inappropriate between Wendy and me.”
“Not before, but just now, your eyes were practically glued to her…”
