He Stole My Wedding, I Walked Away

Chapter 3

I showed up to homeroom thirty minutes early the next morning.

I spotted Edward's initials scratched into the corner of my desk. I pulled out a knife and scraped them off without a second thought.

Soon, the other students started trickling in.

"Hey, Junie, move it."

I looked up to see a boy staring down at me. His features were strikingly handsome—subtle double eyelids, the outer corners of his eyes tilting upward.

Ian Vance. My high school and college classmate. We were fated to be seatmates for six years.

He'd dropped out in his senior year, and I never heard from him again.

Despite being seatmates, we didn't get along. He was the school bully, always ranking dead last in the class. We barely exchanged a few words over the years.

He gave me a nickname: Junie. Because I was born in June.

Slowly, I got up and let him slide into his seat. Ian lounged back in his chair like he had no bones, completely lacking in posture.

I looked down at my textbook, one sentence replaying in my mind.

Junior year, Ian had told me, "Junie, Edward isn't the right guy for you. Bail out while you still can."

That day I'd exploded at him, but he just laughed and walked away without a word. Then he dropped out and vanished.

Back then, my heart was clouded. The onlooker sees the game best.

Maybe Ian was right.

The math teacher walked in. I collected myself and faced the front. In my previous life, all my focus had been on Edward, and I hadn't done well on the exams.

This time, I was going to get into my dream university and make all my unfinished dreams come true.