Rewriting My Heart's Fate

"Ugh, what bad luck," Lyla muttered as soon as she saw Leah, making her dislike clear. She turned to drag me out of the store. "Eve, there are too many flies here. Let's shop somewhere else."

I glanced at Leah. Knowing her, she'd definitely cause some trouble, but I wasn't in the mood to waste any time and energy on them.

I nodded to Lyla. "Alright. Let's go."

As we started to leave, one of Leah's followers exchanged a look with her before snidely commenting, "Who does she think she is? Everyone knows she's about to go broke, yet she still struts around like she's better than everyone else." Leah pretended to stop her follower, "Don't say that."

"What did you say?" Lyla spun around, storming up to the girl with anger in her eyes. She shoved Leah aside, who yelped as she stumbled into a nearby clothing rack.

Another one of Leah's followers quickly helped her up. "Leah, are you okay? Lyla, how could you hit her?"

"So what if I did? You should keep your filthy mouth shut unless you want me to turn your face into a punching bag!"

Lyla moved so quickly that, before I could react, she was already raising her hand to strike the girl.

They outnumbered us three to two, and Lyla and I, who were used to a pampered life, couldn't even lift a small water jug, much less win in a fight. Plus, we were the ones who started it.

With the college entrance exam just around the corner, I didn't want Lyla to get into any trouble because of me. I quickly grabbed her hand before she could hit anyone and shook my head, but my actions only made them think I was scared. The girl sneered, giving Lyla a sarcastic thumbs-down. "Look at that. Even your master knows better than you. Why are you barking like a stray dog?"

In the next instant, a loud slap rang out as my hand connected with the girl's face. Living a second life taught me that one didn't always need to be confrontational and that it was not worth wasting time on people who didn't matter.

That was why I had ignored all of Leah's petty schemes lately. But my tolerance seemed to have made them think I was some pushover, weak enough that even my friends could be bullied and humiliated.

That slap was sharp and decisive, and almost as soon as it landed, a red handprint appeared on the girl's cheek.

the first to react. She stared at me in disbelief as

did you

stepped in front of me. "Anyone with a brain knows who started this.

a fight. Your parents had to beg the principal to let you stay, didn't they?" Silverwood High School was the best in Yardville, attracting students from all walks of life. There were those like Lyla and me, who got in by making hefty donations, and then

we had more choices and

turned pale at my words, but I simply gave her a cold

or we can see if you're ready to face the

Leah, giving her a pointed warning. She froze for a moment under my

are you

away. But I still tried to speak calmly. "You really don't need to keep playing

like Ethan anymore. You don't need to be hostile

you're wise enough, you'll focus on your studies and work on improving yourself. Ethan's grandfather may not care about social status, but his

reason, none of them said a word.

at me, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something, but

heard a cold voice behind me, followed by a

predicting the future, can you tell whether

Even though I no longer had feelings for Ethan, that

have so much

each step echoing in my mind. I swallowed nervously, trying to keep

else would you like to hear, Mr. Grayson? Just tell me, and I'll

being overheard,

what I said was for the sake of Leah and Ethan. With a loud crash, Ethan kicked over a row of

fear. Even the employees, seeing the damage to their merchandise,