Aww Seven Exes Begged Cute Blocked novel Chapter 63

**A Promise Written on the Rusted Edge of Time by Dael Rowan Sire**

But, compelled by my mother’s gentle insistence, I found myself approaching Ethan’s front door, each step heavy with unspoken words and tangled emotions.

What she didn’t realize, what I had kept buried deep within, was that my transfer had been a consequence of Ethan’s relentless pressure.

He had always maintained that it was I who chose to leave, that I had made this decision on my own.

Though my mother’s disapproval was palpable, she merely sighed upon seeing the finalized transfer notice, her silence speaking volumes.

When Ethan’s mother answered the door, her face lit up at the sight of me. “Lily! Come in!” she exclaimed, her warm smile offering a brief respite from the tension in my chest.

“I brought you some cake from Mom,” I replied, trying to sound cheerful, though the weight of the situation loomed large.

Just as I finished my sentence, a burst of laughter erupted from Ethan’s room—Vanessa’s unmistakable voice ringing out like a bell.

Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Vanessa clad in a short skirt that seemed to flaunt her confidence.

Ethan’s mom glanced at me, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Lily, she’s just…” she began, clearly struggling to find the right words.

I could sense her discomfort and shook my head slightly.

“It’s okay. I’ve delivered the cake, so I’ll be on my way now,” I said, forcing a smile that felt fragile.

As I turned to leave, I caught snippets of Ethan’s mother’s voice scolding him:

“Ethan, don’t you think you’re being too harsh? Didn’t you have feelings for Lily before? You’ll break her heart.”

My heart sank at her words, heavy with the truth they carried.

“Lily must be upset,” she added, concern lacing her tone.

Ethan’s response was casual, almost dismissive:

“That’s her problem.”

The words stung, a reminder of the indifference I had grown accustomed to.

The following morning, my parents and I trailed behind the moving company, our belongings packed away in a truck that felt like a symbol of our fresh start.

Due to our tight budget, Dad had opted for a well-kept second-hand home that, serendipitously, was located just a stone’s throw from Lincoln High.

On my inaugural day at Lincoln High, I politely turned down my parents’ offer to accompany me. I understood that Dad was preoccupied with his new business venture, and I didn’t want to burden him further.

So, with my backpack slung over my shoulder, I ventured to Lincoln High alone, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

As I entered the homeroom, I was greeted by the sight of a chubby, balding man who wore a welcoming smile as he spotted me.

However, chaos reigned inside the classroom.

With my left ear partially deaf, my right ear was overly sensitive to noise. The sound of a chair clattering to the floor made me jump, my heart racing.

The teacher, sensing my unease, smiled reassuringly. “Just hold on a moment,” he said, before striding into the chaos with his hands firmly planted on his hips, his voice booming:

“Everyone! Quiet down right now!”

But the students continued their ruckus, seemingly unfazed.

His face flushed with frustration as he threatened, “Or I’ll call your parents!”

That finally silenced the room.

“Today, we have a new transfer student,” he announced, gesturing for me to step forward.

I walked to the front, my heart racing, and introduced myself:

“Hi everyone, I’m Lily Smith.”

The classroom erupted in cheers, their energy overwhelming.

“The transfer student is gorgeous!” one voice called out.

He blinked at me, surprise etched across his face.

“Someone’s actually listening to my lecture?” he exclaimed, clearly taken aback.

Only after Maddie explained the situation did I realize the truth: if Lincoln High was considered a subpar institution, then Class 13, where I now found myself, was the bottom of the barrel.

It housed the lowest-performing seniors in the entire school.

When I transferred, the homeroom teacher had gone to great lengths, pleading with the principal to allow me into his class.

Watching Maddie enjoy her ice cream during class, I felt a strange sense of wonder wash over me. The world was bizarre, yet somehow vibrant in its chaos.

As the teacher’s enthusiasm grew, it seemed to inspire a few students to pay attention, a small victory in the midst of the disarray.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

Everyone rushed out, eager to escape the confines of the classroom.

But I noticed the boy in the corner, still fast asleep, oblivious to the commotion.

As the school day drew to a close, I approached him, gently nudging him awake.

“Hey, class is over,” I said softly, trying not to startle him.

He lifted his head slowly, his eyelids fluttering open.

His narrow eyes locked onto mine, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

Below his high, straight nose, his thin lips curved into a smirk.

“Thanks, wifey,” he replied, his tone laced with a teasing familiarity that caught me off guard.

I stood there, momentarily speechless, my mind racing with confusion and intrigue.