Part 3My Adorable Two-Faced Boyfriend

Who else could it be but Jason and Rachel?

Rachel was sharing her food with him, and Jason, who claimed to have germaphobia, accepted it without hesitation.

I looked away without changing my expression. Megan said indignantly:

"This Rachel is so shameless. She knows the school heartthrob is your boyfriend, yet she still throws herself at him."

Another classmate named Lucy also gritted her teeth and said:

"Like mother, like daughter. No wonder she's the daughter of a homewrecker."

Megan immediately suggested:

"Amelia, let's teach her a lesson. Let's lock her up and scare her a bit!"

The whole school knew that Rachel's mother was a homewrecker.

In my previous life, although I disliked her, I initially only isolated her and didn't cause her any actual harm.

It wasn't until I discovered she was getting closer to Jason.

I overturned the vinegar jar, and with the instigation of some ill-intentioned people, I joined with several classmates to bully Rachel.

Come to think of it, my untimely death in my previous life was also self-inflicted karma.

I finished my meal, closed the lid of my lunchbox, and said leisurely:

"Let them be. The mock exams are coming up soon, there's no need to waste energy on idle people."

My response took them by surprise.

Especially Megan, who pressed on:

"Amelia, are you really going to let her off like this? Isn't that too easy on her?"

Lucy chimed in:

"Yeah, Rachel is so bold, daring to steal your man. You can't just let her get away with it."

I sighed and emphasized again:

"Jason and I are just neighbors, we were never a couple. How can you call it stealing? He can be with whoever he wants, it's none of my business. I just want to study hard now, I don't have time for anything else."

Megan and Lucy looked at each other, unable to accept my change in attitude.

I advised them:

"Focus more on your studies. Nothing is more important than improving yourself."

Megan said unhappily:

"We're just looking out for you, and not only are you ungrateful, you're lecturing us."

I couldn't be bothered to argue with her, so I just put away my lunchbox and took out my chemistry notes to review.

Seeing my cold attitude, Megan angrily dragged Lucy away.

I thoughtfully glanced at her, recalling some things...

The first class in the afternoon was a chemistry test. After the chemistry teacher came in, he looked around the classroom and asked:

"Where's Rachel?"

Only then did I realize Rachel hadn't come back.

The classmates all said they didn't know.

The chemistry teacher turned his gaze to me.

"Amelia, do you know where she went?"

I said frankly:

"Teacher, I haven't left the classroom since the break. I don't know."

After hearing my explanation, the chemistry teacher didn't pursue it further and started handing out the test papers.

Chemistry was my strong suit, and with the recent tutoring showing results, I finished the entire test in just half an hour.

I double-checked my answers twice to make sure there were no mistakes.

I looked up at Rachel's seat, but she still hadn't returned.

Could something have happened?

I frowned slightly.

The chemistry teacher was also worried, pacing back and forth on the podium, occasionally looking towards the door.

I decided to be a good person for once and raised my hand:

"Teacher, I've finished my test. May I go look for Rachel?"

The chemistry teacher was more than happy to agree.

After leaving the classroom, I didn't go directly to find Rachel, but instead turned to the neighboring classroom—

"Excuse me, teacher, I need to speak with Jason Sullivan."

I stood outside the door, addressing the history teacher on the podium.

The history teacher was slightly taken aback, and the students in the classroom immediately started buzzing.

Jason looked at me with a stern face, while various teasing and mocking voices arose.

The history teacher called for them to quiet down, then asked me:

"What do you need him for?"

I said calmly, without blushing or breathing heavily:

"Rachel from our class hasn't returned for class. Someone saw her eating lunch with Jason during the break, so I came to ask."

As soon as I finished speaking, the classroom erupted again.

Jason's expression became even more colorful, with anger and humiliation flying together.

He stood up abruptly without waiting for the teacher's signal.

"I don't know where Rachel went!" he said loudly.

I raised my chin and said:

"Anyway, she's missing. Why don't you come with me to look for her?"

The other students joined in the commotion.

The history teacher couldn't take it anymore and impatiently shooed us away:

"Jason, go with her to look! Come back when you find her!"

I turned and left without waiting for Jason.

He complained behind me:

"Amelia Wright, what's wrong with you? Every day, can't you stop causing trouble for me?"