The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 13

Madelyn was dressed in her high school uniform, not the conventional baggy attire of most schools, but rather, a sophisticated, British-styled, black ensemble that screamed of authority. Even the shoes and backpack were not mere standard issue, but instead made of exclusive material to distinguish them from the common ones. Across the street from her prestigious Ventrocloud High School, was the public, but equally respected, Ventropolis High School. The students of Ventropolis were intellectual elites, the future leaders of the nation, whereas those at Ventrocloud often relied on family wealth and status. Two schools, two different social strata, and years of mutual disdain and rivalry.

In the sea of sleek black cars, Madelyn caught sight of a familiar Audi among the many vehicles. As it drew closer, it halted in front of Ventropolis High School. It was indeed Zach’s car, and out stepped Zach himself, along with Jadie.

‘Could it be that Zach is dropping Jadie off at Ventropolis?’ Madelyn wondered.

Zach felt a gaze on him, and following his instinct, he turned around. His eyes met with the cool, poised figure of Madelyn, draped in her black school attire and donning a short skirt, a ponytail swinging behind her. Madelyn, not expecting him to turn around, managed a curt nod and a faint smile as a greeting.

“Madelyn!”

focus was broken as a plump girl in glasses, with pigtails and black knee socks, dashed toward her. Out of breath, Serena

were sick. Are you feeling better

Both of them shared the same class, and in the circle of Ventrocloud High School, her

much better,”

seem so serene, not like before. You used

costing her an hour each morning, time she could have used to catch a

snap at you to

She had not liked making friends, and in their eyes, Madelyn was an oddball, a loner. Only Serena had consistently tried to converse with her, but Madelyn had usually ignored her due to her soft,

defensively. “No, no, not at all! I think you’re nice this way. And… you look really pretty without

past, their ascend to power being far from noble. Only after significant legal repercussions did they choose a less conspicuous path. Her grandfather was a mafia boss who ended

and glancing at his wristwatch. “We still have time.

pulled back, but on her, the outfit seemed

if I can get off work early, I’ll text

I can take the bus home. The stop is right at the school gates, very convenient. I know you’re busy, Zach. I don’t want

You know that, right?” His voice was low and sincere. They were family, ready to give

nodded, her lips curving into a slight smile. “I understand,