My Crazy Childhood Friend’s Love Obsession novel Chapter 4

Mrs. Xander walked in followed by our homeroom teacher, her face stern and icy.

"Who is Yvonne?" she demanded, her sharp gaze scanning the room. None of the students dared to make a sound.

Yvonne, seated next to me, furrowed her brow and swiftly tapped a few times on her phone, then stood up calmly.

"That would be me. How may I help you?"

Mrs. Xander scrutinized Yvonne from head to toe with her slender brows furrowed. Yvonne's face gradually turned red, and she appeared somewhat flustered.

"It's you, the one who's dating my son every day, leading him into mischief?"

Yvonne instinctively denied it, but before she could say more, Mrs. Xander slapped her across the face.

"Your tricks won't work with me. Do you think I don't know what you're up to? You're so young, yet so cunning!"

Yvonne, with a red mark from Mrs. Xander's five fingers on her beautiful face, stared in disbelief at Mrs. Xander and shouted loudly, "You old hag, who gave you the right to hit me?"

Mrs. Xander coldly chuckled, "I have every right, especially when you, at such a young age, deliberately seduced my son. He used to be such a well-behaved child, but now, because of you, he's smoking, drinking, getting into fights, and defying his parents. If you want to ruin yourself, go ahead, but why drag my son down with you?"

Yvonne was a popular figure at school, and she couldn't tolerate being accused of seducing someone.

"Well-behaved? Ha, old hag, Nash is a human being, an independent thinker. How dare you use 'well-behaved' to describe him as if he were a dog."

Yvonne argued vehemently.

Mrs. Xander was so furious that her chest heaved up and down. She grabbed Yvonne's hair and began pulling.

"My son, my rules. It's my choice how I want to raise him. It's none of your business."

Nash finally arrived, pushing Mrs. Xander aside and protecting Yvonne.

Our homeroom teacher managed to restrain Mrs. Xander, who was now panting heavily.

"Wendy, it's you! You're the one who told on us!"

"You promised me you wouldn't snitch on us. Why would you do this? What do you gain from it?"

Nash, too, looked at me with a mixture of caution and annoyance.

I shrugged. "This has nothing to do with me. I told you I wouldn't get involved in your affairs, and I've kept my word. If you want to argue, can you at least do it outside? It's affecting everyone's studying here. Also, Mrs. Xander, please clarify that I didn't inform on you."

However, Yvonne was convinced that I was the informer.

"Enough of this arguing. I'm the one who told Mrs. Xander. Calm down, and if you have any issues, discuss them in my office. Don't disrupt the other students here," our homeroom teacher said, rubbing her temples.

We followed our homeroom teacher to her office. It was class time, so there was no one else inside. Mrs. Xander, still furious, was seated by our homeroom teacher.

"If our homeroom teacher hadn't told me, how long were you planning to hide this from me? All the things you've done behind my back, how do you plan to explain them to me and your dad?" Mrs. Xander glared at Nash.