I nodded indifferently. I was going to leave Ashton anyway. So I could say whatever I wanted.
Jason was angered by my reaction and threatened me,
"Stop upsetting me, Grace. Don't you want the imported drug?"
"No, I don't."
I said calmly.
Taking advantage of the moment when Jason was stunned, I quickly shook off his hand and walked away.
Jason's face turned sullen.
He unconsciously rubbed the fingers that had just touched my wrist, feeling that he was losing something for good.
He called his assistant.
"Send a month's supply of drug to Grace's family. Be quick."
Jason and I went to the same high school.
Back then, he was an aloof academic genius, a rich second-generation, a school hunk, and a straight-A student. All in all, he was like an idol.
I, on the other side, was pretty, had good grades, came from a wealthy family, and had a good personality. So, I thought I was good enough for Jason.
I created many chance encounters that I learned from movies and dramas, tried countless ways to pursue him, and worked hard for numerous days and nights to get into the same college as him.
My friends laughed at me for being obsessed with Jason.
But I didn't think so.