Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1840

Drake looked around the campus.

School life wasn't bad. It just wasn't his life.

He wouldn't play basketball like a regular student, eat in the cafeteria, or cram into a dorm with buddies to play games. His life was supposed to be gritty and full of chaos.

Debra belonged to this campus, not his world. They shouldn't even cross paths.

"Stop following me. I'm not jumping," he said.

But her cautious footsteps crept closer. He turned around. "Keep tailing me, and I'm heading to the rooftop right now."

She stopped in her tracks, and he smirked. It was easy to handle a naïve girl like that.

"Remember, my name's Drake Lowe. Don't get it wrong," he called over his shoulder, waving lazily.

Debra watched him wander off, muttering, "Weirdo."

He knew her name, got close for no reason, messed with her, and intended to jump off the building. Now he said he wouldn't jump.

He was a strange guy, but he wasn't really a pain in the ass.

...

The next morning, Drake woke up in his dorm bed.

He shot up with a grim expression because he was still in that dream.

Drake remembered playing basketball with them. He frowned, and they walked off like NPCs.

It felt like reality and illusion colliding.

A bad feeling hit him. If this kept up, he might be stuck in this dream forever. Everyone here was fake, conjured by the drug's power.

"Drake?" Debra's voice snapped him out of it.

She stood in front of him, wearing a white dress. Her long hair was hanging loose, adding to her innocence.

Her eyes were like polished obsidian, piercing through everything. In this fake world, she felt like the only real thing.