Usan's voice screeched behind me. "Daisy, just wait, I'll make sure you pay!"

2

I returned to my seat, and my deskmate, indignant on my behalf, said, "I saw everything. How could Andrew and Usan bully you like that!"

I shook my head, indicating that I had no idea either.

Usan had been making trouble for me since the beginning, ever since she transferred to our class this semester.

Stupid—that was my first impression of her. Not out of prejudice, but because it's a fact.

Usan was always muttering strange things, claiming she was destined to be the female lead of a grand story, and on her first day, she blocked Andrew, saying she had a crush on him.

Back then, Andrew even complained to me, saying how weird this new student was, always acting foolishly in front of him.

But gradually, those complaints turned into praises. Whenever we interacted, Andrew mentioned Usan more and more frequently. Perhaps even he didn't realize that Usan was already occupying a significant place in his heart.

He began to flake on me more often, always to be with Usan.

Later, Andrew personally asked the teacher to sit with Usan.

By then, Andrew and I had been desk mates for nearly ten years. We had promised to be desk mates for life, to go to the same university.

But... promises were eventually broken.

And my feelings for Andrew became increasingly difficult to express.

Andrew was never short of girls chasing after him, but he always kept a proper distance from them, except for me, his childhood friend, and the new girl, Usan.

Maybe that's why Usan never liked me. She warned me more than once, "Stop those little thoughts of yours and stay away from my Andrew!"

But I hadn't spoken to Andrew in a long time—or rather, it was Andrew who had been ignoring me.

What she didn't know was that as soon as Andrew asked to change seats, as soon as he repeatedly ditched me for Usan, my heart had already begun to waver. Was liking Andrew really the right thing to do?

I didn't know.

3

I soon found out how Usan planned to "make sure I pay."

During a chemistry experiment, the counselor suddenly walked in with a stern face and asked me to step out.

Everyone around froze—they knew this was a sign that the counselor was about to lose his temper.

I noticed that Andrew's seat was empty, and when Usan shot me a disdainful smile, I suddenly had a guess about what was going on.