Addicted to Loving You Novel – When the mock test result came out, my academic performance’s ranking rose from the fifth to the third. However, Eliza’s ranking dropped from the 20th to the 30th. Someone said, “How come Eliza’s grades have slid so much?” “And Claire’s ranking has made it to the top two.” Eliza cast an angry glance at me with red eyes. “Claire, now you’re happy? “You study so hard every day merely to convince everyone that Ethan shouldn’t have picked me, don’t you?” Then, she rushed out.
She didn’t come back even when the bell rang. As the class monitor, I was sent by the teacher to look for Eliza. Half an hour later, I found Eliza sitting on the flower bed by the basketball court. Opposite her was Ethan who was humoring her in a low voice. As Ethan said something, Eliza chuckled through tears.
The sunlight shone through the leaves on them. They looked like a loving couple. Seeing me come over, Ethan narrowed his eyes and threw the basketball at me as if to stand up for Eliza. But the basketball hit my hearing aid. With a buzz, I couldn’t hear anything completely in my left ear. Obviously, Ethan didn’t see that coming.
A gleam of astonishment flashed in his eyes. Then, he walked to me. “Claire, transfer to another school. “Eliza is short-tempered. She always falls out with me because of you.” In fact, a month ago, he asked me, “Claire, be my girlfriend after we finish high school, OK?” I was busy preparing for the college entrance exam.
So, I subconsciously wanted to refuse him. Yet, Ethan said, “Claire, don’t make things difficult for me. “Eliza will be upset as long as you’re here. “You won’t want your father to be put in a tough spot, right?” My father was working at the Gilbert Group. Ethan threatened me with my father’s job for the sake of Eliza.
I knew my father had worked at the Gilbert Group for 23 years since he was 22 years old. I couldn’t let him lose his job in middle age. “OK.” Ethan seemed to be relieved. “I’ll let you come back when she cools down.” It seemed that Eliza had heard his words. She walked over and held Ethan’s hand arrogantly. “Ethan, I think Whitney High School is nice.” Whitney High School was the worst high school in Seattle. Of course, Ethan knew that.
He just smiled casually, “Alright. You’re the boss.” I clenched the shattered hearing aid and it bit into my palm deeply. It hurt very much but it refrained me from shedding tears. A while later, I tossed the broken hearing aid into the rubbish bin. Then, I turned around and left.