I Sold My Heart To Forget Them—Now They Beg Me To Remember novel Chapter 5

I didn’t bother with Dylan.

It didn’t matter. Soon enough, he’d be transferring to Sophie’s class anyway.

I went straight to the dorm supervisor with the paperwork and boarding fees.

When he saw me actually hand over the fees, the smug look finally slid off Dylan’s face.

It was like it finally hit him–I wasn’t sulking.

I wasn’t joking around. I wasn’t waiting for them to come coax me.

I truly wanted to get as far away from them as possible.

“Emma?” His eyes were dark with confusion, like ink that wouldn’t quite dissolve. “Why do you hate me, too? What did I

do?”

His fingers lightly tugged at my sleeve, cautious and gentle.

It was nothing like the way he’d grabbed me by the throat back then.

But the memory of that moment was still crystal clear…

I pulled my arm away.

I wiped my sleeve with a tissue, disgust written all over my face.

Dylan just stood there, staring at me, his voice catching in his throat. “Emma…”

He saw the look of disdain on my face and fell silent.

I hurried down the hall and put in the request to switch classes before first period even started.

After first period, Dylan still hadn’t shown up.

Walking down that same hallway, arms full of books, I finally spotted him–eyes red and swollen.

He looked at the books in my arms, expression even more pitiful, and hurried toward me.

“Emma, please don’t switch classes, okay?”

But in the next instant, a basketball flew out, hitting him squarely on the head

I hugged my books and nimbly dodged into the classroom

Dylan crashed to the floor in the hallway, causing a minor commotion

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A boy from another homeroom stood there with his arm still raised from throwing

His uniform hung loosely on him, and he wore a ridiculous grin.

“Oops! My bad. Didn’t mean to hit anyone. You good, dude?”

I shot him a glance as I walked past, books still in my arms.

Maybe I imagined it, but for a split second, he seemed to freeze up.

Then, leaning against a desk like he owned the place, he gestured toward the empty seat next to him with a cocky jerk of

his chin.

“Anything past me is basically the trash can. Wanna sit here?”

I looked at him, but he quickly shifted his gaze away.

“Uh… the teacher mentioned last class there’d be a new student.”

“And since I’m the class president, I gotta, you know, look out for you.”

He rubbed his face, turning his ears red in the process.

Theodore Brennan… he was the class representative for that homeroom and a well known troublemaker.

The students around me either laughed at Dylan’s fall or peeked at us from the corners of their eyes.

I sighed. No wonder they had such a bad reputation.

But I really didn’t want to sit next to Dylan!

I pressed my lips into a thin line. “Thanks, but I’d rather sit by myself.”

I put my books on the desk in the far corner along the wall.

Theodore looked flustered, his voice urgent, “Hey, you–don’t sit there. Let’s switch! I’m taller anyway, Fd just block your view of the board.”

Before I could say no, Dylan came storming in, still covered in dust.

He slapped his hand down on my books. Emma, come back with mer

“Let go.” I said coldly.

“No!”

Dude… what is this, a soap opera?”

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Theodore pulled a face like he’d just eaten something disgusting

“She wants to stay in our class. What’s it to you?”

Some student near the doorway tossed the ball back to him

Theodore caught it and spun it on one finger, giving Dylan a look that was pure challenge.

Dylan gritted his teeth, looking down at me, only to realize I had already begun tidying my desk

Theodore clicked his tongue.

“Still not moving? The bell’s rung!”

Dylan’s fists clenched. “Emma…”

I frowned, saying nothing.

Finally, he gave up.

He shot Theodore a venomous glare and walked away, glancing back every few steps.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. “Thanks.”

“Huh? That was for me?”

Theodore pointed at himself.

I nodded.

And then, out of nowhere, he snapped to attention and hurled the basketball into the trash can behind me.

It was like muscle memory. Like he couldn’t help himself.

I stared at him, completely baffled by the whole display.

That’s when I noticed his face. It was even redder than before.

Just… muscle memory. Y–you’re welcome!”

A laugh slipped out before I could stop it.

He froze up all over again.

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