My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 44

The moment the bell rang for break, Emily Blair stepped out of the bathroom—only to see a bucket of water flying straight toward her.

“Homewrecker! Go to hell!”

She’d seen it coming and stopped just short of the splash zone, watching coldly as water crashed to the tiles where she’d been a second ago.

This wasn’t the first time she’d faced an ambush like this in the restroom. In her previous life, she’d been caught off guard plenty of times. But this time, with memories intact, she wasn’t about to let herself become their target again.

The laughter and jeers outside the bathroom died instantly.

Everyone here knew the story: Andrew Lane and Isabella Austin, both alumni of this prestigious high school, had been the golden couple. They’d started dating young—just teenagers, their romance the epitome of innocent first love.

Andrew came from an influential family and carried himself with that kind of easy confidence. Even as a student, he never tried to hide his feelings for Isabella, and it took only days for the teachers to catch wind of their relationship.

Some faculty worried it would distract them from their studies and called them in for a talk, but both admitted openly to being together.

Andrew had simply said, “It won’t affect us. There’s nothing to worry about.”

He was right. No matter how long they dated, both remained at the top of their class. Andrew almost always took first place, only slipping once when he took time off.

Neither sat for college entrance exams; instead, they won places at top international universities through various competitions. When they graduated, their story became legendary at school.

How did Emily know all this? Because every teacher used their romance as the gold standard, a lesson in balancing love and ambition.

Years after they graduated, teachers and new students still talked about them, treating Andrew and Isabella as the pride of the school, their achievements recounted again and again. Many students and even some teachers became devoted fans, with a few shipping them like fictional characters—the perfect couple, childhood sweethearts destined to be together.

“Run! Emily Blair’s got the bucket!”

Emily turned off the tap, raised her arm, and sent a shower of water arcing through the air. The ones closest to her, too slow to escape, got drenched—soaked to the skin.

She set the bucket down and looked at them with clear, unblinking eyes.

“Getting splashed isn’t so bad, is it? Thanks for showing me how it’s done.”

The ringleader, who’d caught the worst of it, stood shivering, hair plastered to her head, water dripping from every inch of her clothes. She shrieked, “Emily Blair!”

Emily just walked past her, lips curled in a slight, mocking smile. “What a clown,” she said.