After saying this, Adrienne stormed off without looking back.
The onlookers also dispersed.
Only I and several of my good friends were left in the classroom.
Brandan Evans, one of my close friends, approached me with a bewildered look and touched my forehead with his hand.
"You’re not burning up. What has gotten into you?" he asked.
I didn't say anything. I just silently picked up my textbook on the floor and immersed myself in it.
"James, I get men value their pride. But sometimes you have to throw it away when you pursue a girl. You should really apologize to Adrienne. You’ll regret it when it’s too late," he continued.
But I dismissed it as if I hand’t heard anything, my face devoid of any emotions.
My silence left them more baffled.
"James, haven't you been wooing Adrienne all the time? What the hell is going on? Acting rashly might get you into trouble."
In the past, I would always simmer when others talked about Adrienne. But now the mention of her name only reminded me of my miserable ending in my past life.
I calmly spoke. "I’ve realized that if she doesn’t feel the same way, our relationship won’t last even if we get together. I’ve given up on her.""