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?" the curious student

about that. They're

is taken, I guess I'll have to like William. But he's always so cold. I really don't want to," one female student

you like him, he'll like you back. Oh my

person they were gossiping about had walked

still with a hint of youthful sharpness, already carried an air of cool indifference. His uniform a standard blue-and-white outfit looked crisp and

"wealthy school" as most students came from affluent families. The halls were full of young heirs and heiresses. There was a smaller group, like Emelie, that

version of high society, William stood above the rest.

why he had wandered all the way from his building, which housed the

of Class 3,

the crook of her arm. Only a small part of her face was visible, but even that was

from afar, one could

She had small ears and long, brown hair. She was feeling warm, so a fine layer of sweat had gathered on her forehead, making her look both

50 degrees Fahrenheit. The school's air

briefly eyeing the

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

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,

face her. Then, he casually picked up one of

tired, just keep sleeping. When you

murmured before going back to

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

an exceptional student. Back when grade skipping was allowed, she went from eighth grade to being a sophomore after passing the

of high school hit her hard. She also had dance classes and was frequently being selected for state competitions, leaving her constantly short on time. Early mornings and late nights became routine,

Emelie finally stirred awake, the world outside had already grown dark. Only the

her head and saw Wesley sitting

groan, she slumped back down, resting her chin on her arms. Her youthful features still hadn't fully matured, so her face was chubby and her lips pouted ever

window beside them allowed the last glimmers of twilight to spill in, casting a

above the rest-Wesley and William. Their similar family backgrounds, striking looks, and

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

told you to nap for half an hour after lunch at my place,

one of the school's board members. He had donated enough money for the school to construct a building. Thus,

in the school cafeteria