Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 912 The High School Girlfriend

At exactly 5:15 pm, the dismissal bell rang throughout the school.

As soon as the first excited boy bolted out of the classroom and bounded across the playground like a wild horse, the teachers called it a day, feeling half-amused and half-exasperated. The quiet school instantly became lively and loud.

No matter the grade, the end of the school day was always the happiest moment for students.

At Capebatt High School, the buildings were separated by grade. The entire Harmony Building housed the sophomores, with twelve classes in total.

In Class 3, on the second floor, the scene was typical. Some students were packing their bags to head home, others were still taking notes, and a few were staying behind for their cleaning duties.

One exception was a girl in the fourth row and third seat from the back. She was fast asleep at her desk.

Her deskmate gave her a gentle nudge. "You fell asleep the second the teacher left. Emelie, why are you so tired? You should just go home and rest."

In a drowsy, muffled voice, the girl replied, "I stayed up late doing homework last night... I won't make it home. Just let me nap for ten more minutes..."

Her deskmate sighed and let her be. She grabbed her bag and left with the others.

However, outside in the hallway, a few students from other classes were peering through the windows. They pointed at Emelie while whispering among themselves.

"That's her, the one sleeping. She's Wesley's girlfriend," one student said.

"Seriously? They're together?" the student beside him exclaimed.

The first student replied, "Of course. Why else would Wesley come to pick her up every day? Just wait for a bit, and you'll see him."

"I never would've guessed. How did they end up together?" a curious student added.

One knowledgeable student explained, "Who knows? But Wesley is in the student council, and he was in charge of welcoming the sophomores. Emelie was the representative of the sophomores, giving the speech at the ceremony, so they must've met there.

"Later, both

them went to that math and science competition in the neighboring city. Maybe after a few encounters, they hit it off. I mean, Emelie's not only gorgeous but also brilliant. She even skipped a grade. Honestly, if I were Wesley, I'd like her too."

backgrounds really different?"

talk about that. They're not getting married yet," the

guess I'll have to like William. But

just because you like him, he'll like you back. Oh my gosh, it's William! What's he doing here?" a student said in

realized the very person they were

sharpness, already carried an air of cool indifference. His uniform a

came from affluent families. The halls were full of young heirs and heiresses. There was

in this miniature version of high society, William stood above the rest.

building, which housed the seniors, to Harmony Building, which

passed by the window of Class 3, his eyes flicked over, perhaps

up on her desk, fast asleep. Her face was tucked into the crook of her

as moonlight. Even from afar, one could

and long, brown hair. She was feeling warm, so a fine layer

Fahrenheit. The school's air conditioning had long since

eyeing the large ceiling fan

soft, soothing breeze. She lazily cracked her eyes open, spotting the classroom

slept for more than ten minutes. She had no idea when Wesley had arrived. Wesley bent down and leaned closer to her face. He was so near that he could see the soft, fine hairs on her cheeks. However, Emelie showed no sign of waking. small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he didn't

he casually

keep sleeping.

Emelie murmured before going

the faint dark circles under her eyes, and his brow furrowed

grade skipping was allowed, she went from eighth grade

also had dance classes and was frequently being selected for state competitions, leaving her constantly short on

the world outside had already grown dark. Only the fluorescent

her head and saw

Her youthful features still hadn't

muttered as he set the book aside. A large window beside them allowed the last glimmers of twilight to spill in, casting a soft glow on

figures stood above the rest-Wesley and William. Their similar family backgrounds, striking looks, and commanding presence

Wesley wasn't being distant. Whenever he spoke to Emelie,

nap for half an hour after lunch

father, Norman, was one of the school's board members. He had donated enough money for the school to

lunch together in