The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 15

Each class stretched out to 45 minutes. When the bell finally signaled the end of the lesson, Madelyn, almost with a sense of doomed acceptance, walked to the back of the room. She quietly righted Forrest’s knocked-over desk and gathered the scattered books from the floor, tidying them neatly into his drawer. Her actions elicited a flurry of astonished whispers from her classmates.

“No way! Madelyn, who’s always acting high and mighty, is actually picking up books for Forrest? Did she hit her head or something?”

“Can’t believe what I’m seeing. Madelyn, who couldn’t be bothered to speak, is now serving her arch-nemesis Forrest? Holy cow, I must be hallucinating!”

Someone had discreetly snapped a photo of Madelyn’s surprising act of humility and anonymously uploaded it to the school forum.

Madelyn ignored the buzz around her, focusing on straightening up Forrest’s desk. Despite everything, she was just too good-natured to hold Forrest’s temper against him.

Meanwhile, in the grimy alley behind the school, Timothy was debating about which bar to hit that night. Adrian was engrossed in his phone when a headline suddenly popped up.

[Shocker of the Century! Madelyn actually…]

could finish reading, Adrian saw Madelyn’s name and clicked on the link. A photo loaded, revealing Madelyn crouched down, books cradled in her arms. “Holy smokes! Look,

Timothy doubted his hearing

captured Madelyn’s smooth, elegant profile perfectly. Light streamed in from the window, illuminating her, her eyelashes cast in shadow like the feathers of a raven, one hand clutching books, the other picking up a textbook from the floor.

‘Well, I’ll be damned.’

usually brought her own lunch due to her selective palate and her aversion to cafeteria food. Now alone in the classroom, she quietly savored the caramelized pork that Rosario had

struggling with the final math problem. The noise of chatter and footfalls

God, it’s Forrest. He isn’t coming back to

likely. Let’s head over and grab a front-row seat. I’ve had it with that lowlife girl.

my dad his life over a plot of land. People like them who can’t compete fairly always resort to dirty

the Jent family are big fishes in Ventropolis, getting on their bad side always spells trouble. Don’t let your anger lead you

were only ever whispered behind Madelyn’s back. Many in their class had parents whose businesses

a formula for the major math problem when a shadow loomed over her. In the next instant, a hand swept across the

asked calmly, “Can I help

my stuff? Looking for trouble?” His sneer was cruel, his gaze threatening

I picked up his books, he has come to settle

his seat and he had gotten upset. She thought cleaning up for him might serve as a sort of quiet apology. She had never imagined that simply tidying his things would provoke such a strong

from her class and even the neighboring

coolness. “You’ve just messed with my books, too. We’re even.

Madelyn’s desk. “What’s