Chapter 2The Valedictorian’s "Reformed" Bad Girl

"I'm doing this for your own good. You'll understand later."

I didn't offer any more explanations. I hurried back to the classroom, packed up my things, and moved my desk to the very back corner of the room.

When Noah returned, he saw my empty spot next to him.

He pressed his lips into a thin line and said nothing. He went back to doing practice problems and reading, just like normal.

Seeing this, Chloe Evans walked over, clutching a workbook. Her voice was soft and sweet. "Class President, I'm stuck on this AP Physics problem. Could you teach me?"

She was about to sit in the empty chair next to him.

But the moment she took a step forward, Noah planted his hand on the chair I used to sit in.

With a quick pull, he yanked the chair far away.

"Tomorrow. I have practice tests to finish."

Chloe almost sat on the floor. Assuming he was in a bad mood from being yelled at, she kindly tried to comfort him. "Class President, don't be sad. I know how capable you are. You'll definitely be number one again next time."

"Just... don't hang around those bad students anymore..."

"Chloe." Noah cut her off. "You're on the student council. Is chatting during study hall in line with the rules?"

"I..."

Tears quickly welled up in Chloe's eyes. She timidly whispered, "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong."

Then she went back to her seat, buried her face in her arms, and quietly sobbed.

I watched the two of them, spacing out.

Chloe was beautiful, obedient, and a straight-A student.

Only a wonderful girl like her could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Noah and guide him down the right path.

Too bad this nerd had zero understanding of how to treat a girl gently.

Looks like I'd have to step in and play wingman when necessary.

Just then, my phone buzzed. I got a Snapchat message from Julian.

[Got a room. The Crystal Rose Motel, Room 508.]

[Remember to buy Plan B on your way. I don't like wearing those things.]

I laughed out loud in anger.

No wonder he skipped study hall.

Does this idiot actually think I'm playing hard to get?

[With your toothpick? Save it to clean your teeth!]

I quickly typed the sentence and blocked him without hesitation.

To think I liked a guy like him in my past life... I must have had brain damage.