My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Before and After
In the morning, Asher got ready to head to school to officially quit.

Standing in his new, spacious room, Asher let his eyes wander over the changes. It was hard to believe this was the same place.

The once worn, run down room had been completely transformed into something livable and comfortable.

He opened the cabinet and quickly scanned the clothes.

Most were too flashy for his taste, but he found a simple white sweatshirt with an LV pattern.

He didn’t care much for the brand, but it was the least obnoxious choice. He paired it with slim black pants and black-and-white sneakers.

Next, he walked to the mahogany desk, remembering that Lucy had said she left him a gift.

Opening the drawer, he was met with a collection of watches, each neatly sealed behind glass.

‘This is too much,’ he muttered, scratching his head. She loved to spoil him, but she often went overboard.

He sighed, knowing refusal would only lead to unnecessary arguments.

After browsing through the collection, he chose a silver-cased watch with a black dial.

It matched perfectly with his black-and-white outfit and wasn’t as over-the-top as some of the others, which were even covered in diamonds.

When he opened the second drawer, it revealed a neatly arranged set of accessories—rings, chains, and more. He picked a white gold ring and a silver chain with a sun-shaped pendant.

He glanced in the mirror one last time before deciding to fix his hair. His bathroom was now stocked with all sorts of grooming essentials, including gel and hair wax.

Lucy hadn’t said anything, but leaving them there was her way of telling him to use them without her appearing too demanding.

Grooming wasn’t something he cared much about, so he wanted to kept it simple and clean.

He grabbed the gel and slicked his hair back in one smooth motion. Even with the bare minimum effort, the result was impressive—he still ended up looking like a total stud.

One last quick glance at his hair, then he turned away. The door to his room clicked shut behind him as he stepped into the open hallway.

Near the stairs, Lucy stood waiting, looking as breathtaking as ever. She was dressed in her usual black and red theme.

They exchanged a brief smile, both finding each other irresistible, but neither dared to act on it. They both knew well that Yuki was likely watching somewhere.

“Let’s go,” she gestured, and they made their way to the car.

He got in, turned the key, and was immediately hit with the roar of the overpriced engine. It was the kind of car whose main purpose was to feed the inflated egos of the wealthy.

“Should we just walk?” he turned to face her.

But she shot him down with a single, pointed stare, making it clear that it was non-negotiable.

The hum of the car faded as he focused on the road. Thoughts of what awaited him at school was pushed to the back of his mind.

For now, he was just caught in the rhythm of the drive.

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Elaine sat in her chair, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes narrowed as she stared blankly at the desk in front of her.

‘How could she say that?’ she grumbled, tapping her fingers impatiently.

‘I didn’t go there to steal her boyfriend. Does she think all women want to take that jerk from her?’

Her thoughts drifted to Asher, and she couldn’t help but remember how good-looking he looked in those brand-name clothes.

Most men who wore stuff like that came off as pretentious, but he somehow pulled it off effortlessly. She flushed a little at the image of him.

‘Ugh, it’s so annoying!’

One of Elaine’s friends, Rachel walked over, grabbed an extra chair, and sat down.

“Okay, what’s going on? You look like you’re about to kill someone,” Rachel said, raising an eyebrow. “Something happen with Asher?”

“Asher again? Why are you asking me about that jerk?” she spat out.

Rachel raised an eyebrow. “You seemed pretty excited yesterday. So what’s up? Is he okay?”

Elaine rolled her eyes, trying to hide the flush creeping up her neck.

“He’s more than fine,” she muttered, glancing away. “But it’s not about him, okay? It’s… other stuff.”

Rachel sighed, unconvinced. “Other stuff? You’re still gonna pretend you don’t like him?”

Elaine’s cheeks reddened, and she quickly glanced away, crossing her arms defensively.

“I don’t like him at all. He’s a jerk and has no manners.”

“But he’s really hot, right? I mean, with that face, he could be a total douchebag and you’d still fall for him,” Rachel teased, sliding in the remark with a smirk.

Elaine scowled, her face turning even redder. “No! I—I’m not falling for him!” she stammered, but her voice wavered a little. “He’s just… annoying, okay?”

Rachel shook her head, seeing that her friend wasn’t going to be honest about her feelings.

“But to tell you the truth, Asher’s not so bad. When he was gone, other bullies took over, and this classroom became a mess. They kept beating up students. At least with him around, things were very peaceful.”

Elaine frowned at the mention of the bullies, and deep down, she had to admit that he was a far better alternative.

He was snobbish, yes, but at least he kept to himself and didn’t cause any trouble without a valid reason. He just silently sat in his corner, minding his own business.

“Hey, hey, are you talking about Asher?” One of the more energetic girls leaned in, her curiosity piqued.

Immediately, a few more gathered around, all eager to join in.

“I miss him already,” one of them sighed dramatically. “I miss seeing his face—it just makes my day complete.”

“For real, for real,” another girl chimed in. “Him being gone here seriously dropped the average attractiveness of the guys in our class by, like, 70%.”

“70%? More like 90%,” a third girl added with a playful laugh, all of them giggling in agreement.

Their voices echoed through the room, their comments drifting toward the boys nearby.

A few of them shot glances at each other, wanting to say something, but they held back.

They knew any attempt to interrupt would only lead to them getting made fun of.

So, they stayed quiet, pretending not to care, though their expressions showed a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

However, a group of boys standing off to the side joined the conversation.

“Tsk, he’s not bad looking, but he’s broke as hell,” one boy with a brown hair sneered with a smug grin. “Maybe he stopped showing up because he can’t even afford lunch.”

The girls disliked his tone, but no one dared talk back to him.

After all, he was the son of a multi-millionaire, probably one of the richest kid in the school.

“That’s right, Johnson,” another boy chimed in, smirking. “He’s nothing compared to you. Man, I was impressed when you brought that new car to school. I still can’t believe your old man bought it for you. How much did it cost again?”

Johnson’s grin widened. “It’s not much, just a million credits,”