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.

to react. She stared at me in disbelief as she

why did

me. "Anyone with a brain knows who

Lyla behind me, locking eyes with the girl I'd just slapped. "You're Agnes, right? I remember you were almost expelled after the last midterm exams because of 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 there were those like Leah and Agnes, who came from modest backgrounds but had excellent grades and got in on

difference between the rich and the poor was that we had more choices and more confidence to back

at my words, but

nose clean, or we can see if you're ready to face the consequences of

for a moment under my stare, but quickly snapped

you threatening

away. But I still tried to

like Ethan anymore. You don't need to be hostile toward me, and you don't need to focus all your attention

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

reason, none of them said a word. I glanced at Lyla with

wanted to say something, but then she

could finish the thought, I heard a cold

predicting the future, can you tell whether you'll get into St.

Ethan here? How much of what I said did he hear? Even though I no longer had feelings for Ethan, that didn't mean I could just casually talk about his family affairs. I felt

aren't you talking anymore? You always have so much

step echoing in my mind. I swallowed

Mr. Grayson? Just tell me, and I'll

others behind their backs, and I felt guilty for being overheard, I wasn't

of Leah and Ethan. With a loud

in the store froze, trembling in fear. Even the employees, seeing the damage to their merchandise, didn't dare