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Once Carlisle received his college application form, his eyes immediately darted to the code for Riverland University. He quickly filled it in, his hand steady as he wrote the name of the university with a focused expression.
“Carlisle, did you really choose Riverland University?” Wanda asked, her voice soft but curious as she glanced at him from the side.
Carlisle slid his application form over to her without hesitation. “Here, I’ve filled it out,” he said, his finger pointing to the bold name of the university.
Wanda eyed the form, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You seem pretty confident, huh?”
“I’m certain I’ll get in,” Carlisle replied, his tone unwavering. He was no longer the careless student who had wasted time in his past life. This time, he would make it happen.
Wanda stared at him for a moment, her pencil hovering above the paper. Then, with a soft exhale, she wrote Riverland University on her own form as well, though a flicker of hesitation crossed her face.
Carlisle caught the shift in her expression and raised an eyebrow. “Wanda, you could get into Stanford or Harvard if you wanted. Why Riverland University?”
For a brief second, Wanda’s hand froze mid-air. Her cheeks flushed ever so slightly, and her gaze flickered to the side. Carlisle’s sharp eyes noticed the subtle shift. He leaned forward slightly, his voice teasing but gentle.
“Is it because of someone you like? Someone else chose Riverland, didn’t they?” he asked, a smirk forming as he looked around the room. His gaze landed on Armand Finley, the class’s top student, who sat at the front of the classroom. Armand was a model student—tall, academically gifted, and with a family background that screamed Ivy League material.
“That’s not it,” Wanda muttered, her cheeks turning even redder. But before she could explain further, Carlisle’s eyes brightened with a playful glint.
“It’s Dave, isn’t it?” he asked, his gaze now shifting to Dave Pugh, who sat a row ahead of Sarah. “You both chose Riverland University, right?”
Sarah, overhearing the conversation, turned to Dave. “What school did you pick?” she asked, her voice soft.
“Riverland University,” Dave replied, a grin spreading across his face.
“I chose Riverland too,” Sarah said, a look of satisfaction crossing her features as she glanced at Carlisle.
Meanwhile, Quentin, seated in the back, muttered to himself, “The cutoff for Riverland University is so high. I’ll be lucky if I can even get into a Tier 3 university…”
Sarah shot him a dismissive glance. “You’d be lucky to get into any university at all,” she scoffed. But as her eyes shifted toward Carlisle, she caught him sneaking a glance in her direction. A small frown formed on her face. Was he actually serious about his goals now?
Just then, Wanda’s voice cut through the silence. “Stop teasing me, Carlisle,” she said, her tone flustered. She glanced away, her face still flushed. “I didn’t choose Riverland for anyone.”
Carlisle flashed her a grin, clearly amused. “You’re blushing, Wanda. I must’ve hit the mark.”
Before Wanda could respond, the classroom door opened, and Ms. Turner entered with a stern expression.
“Everyone, get back to work,” Lucy said curtly. “And, Carlisle, what’s with the college application form? Let me see it.”
Carlisle reluctantly handed over his application, though he was already dreading her reaction. Lucy’s eyes narrowed as she scanned the form, her lips curling into a scornful smile.
“Riverland University?” she sneered. “You? Do you even understand how high the cutoff is? You scored less than 900 on the mock exams. How do you expect to get in with that?”
Carlisle didn’t flinch. “With a month left to study, anything is possible. I’ll make it happen,” he said, his tone firm.
Lucy’s eyes flashed with skepticism. “If you get into Riverland University, I’ll hang a banner for you in the school courtyard,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Carlisle’s gaze sharpened, and he smirked. “You said it, Lucy. The whole class heard it. If I get in, I expect that banner.”
The students around them couldn’t help but chuckle. Lucy, however, didn’t back down, even if she secretly hoped her challenge might push Carlisle to prove her wrong. She needed him to step up, for both his own future and the class’s reputation.
As the lesson continued, most of the class got back to their books, but Sean was already fast asleep, his head resting on a pile of textbooks. Lucy, standing near the window, cast a cold stare at him. Carlisle, seeing the opportunity, picked up a piece of chalk from the podium and lobbed it straight at Sean’s head.
“Where’s the sniper?” Sean muttered, jumping up and instantly grabbing his textbook as if nothing had happened. He caught sight of Lucy’s disapproving gaze and quickly started reading aloud, hoping she wouldn’t notice he’d been slacking off.
The bell rang for lunch, and Sean wasted no time running to the door. “Carlisle, let’s go grab lunch,” he called out over his shoulder.
Carlisle stretched, then turned to Wanda, who was still at her desk. “You coming to the cafeteria?” he asked, his tone more casual now.
Wanda shook her head, her expression faintly troubled. “I’m not feeling well,” she muttered. “You go ahead.”
Carlisle’s eyes softened with concern. “Are you sure? Do you want me to take you to the sick bay?”
Wanda shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m fine. Really.”
“Okay. Take care of yourself,” he said, though the unease in his voice was unmistakable.
Carlisle walked out, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. His thoughts lingered on Wanda, but his stomach growled, reminding him it was time to eat.
At the cafeteria, Sean handed him a fried chicken sandwich with a grin. “You coming to the internet café tonight?”
Carlisle didn’t even hesitate. “No, I’m not going.”
Sean raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You’re going to focus on Riverland University? Come on, dude. Just be honest. This is all for Sarah, isn’t it?”
Carlisle shot him a glare. “I told you, it has nothing to do with her.”
Sean held up his hands in mock surrender, but it was clear he wasn’t convinced. He chuckled, taking a bite of his own food.
After finishing his lunch, Carlisle excused himself and wandered off to the convenience store. He picked up a bottle of water and, unexpectedly, a pack of sanitary pads. The last thing he expected was to bump into Sienna on his way out.
“Ouch! Watch where you’re going!” Sienna snapped, rubbing her chest and glaring at Carlisle. When she noticed the pack of sanitary pads in his hand, her expression shifted to one of disbelief. “Wait, did Sarah ask you to buy these?” she asked with a sly smile.
Carlisle’s face reddened as he stared down at the package. “What? No!” he stammered, unsure how to explain. He’d bought them for Wanda, who seemed to be feeling unwell earlier.
Sienna raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you remember Sarah’s cycle that clearly, huh?”
Carlisle’s face turned even redder. “It’s not for Sarah!” he muttered, quickly walking away and leaving Sienna to chuckle behind him.
Back in the classroom, Wanda was still sitting at her desk, looking anxious. Her stomach was still bothering her, but she didn’t want to draw attention to it. Just as she was about to slip out to buy the pads herself, Carlisle walked in, holding the black plastic bag.
Sarah, noticing him immediately, stood up. “Carlisle, give it to me,” she demanded.
Carlisle frowned, his grip tightening on the bag. “It’s not for you,” he said, walking straight to Wanda’s desk. He opened the drawer and placed the bag inside.
Wanda’s eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat as she looked at the unexpected gesture. “Carlisle, you… you didn’t have to…” she stammered, her face turning a deeper shade of red.
Carlisle gave her a small, nonchalant smile, not meeting her eyes. “You helped me study. I figured it was the least I could do.”
Wanda was left speechless, her thoughts racing. It wasn’t just the act of buying the pads—it was the way he did it with no expectation of anything in return. That small, thoughtful gesture was enough to make her heart flutter.
Before she could respond, she rushed out of the room, still embarrassed by the exchange.
Later, when Sienna returned with an unfinished ice cream cone, Sarah huffed. “Where are my things?”
Sienna looked confused. “Didn’t Carlisle get them for you already?”
“No, he didn’t,” Sarah snapped, annoyed.
Sienna rolled her eyes. “Carlisle, why are you like this?” she muttered.
Carlisle shrugged, not bothering to look up from his textbook. “You can go get them yourself.”
Sarah groaned, clutching her stomach. “Enna, please go for me.”
Sienna sighed, putting her ice cream down. “Fine. I’ll go. You owe me,” she grumbled as she left the classroom.
