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…]

Madelyn’s name and clicked on the link. A photo loaded, revealing Madelyn crouched down, books cradled in her

the…?” Timothy doubted his hearing for

floor, her skirt pooling around her. The camera 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

‘Well, I’ll be damned.’

palate and her aversion to cafeteria food. Now alone in the classroom, she quietly

their lunch. Madelyn was still struggling with the final math problem. The noise of chatter and footfalls grew louder as it approached the classroom. Startled

isn’t coming back to

over and grab a front-row seat. I’ve had it with that lowlife girl. I can’t

like her are a menace in this school. It was her dad who nearly cost my dad his life over a plot of land. People like them who can’t compete fairly always resort to dirty

in Ventropolis,

behind Madelyn’s back. Many in their class had parents whose businesses had suffered at the hands of the Jent family, and those dealings

just begun writing a formula for the major math problem when a shadow loomed over her. In the next instant, a hand swept across the desk, scattering her books to the floor. She looked up into Forrest’s face, a tumultuous storm of rage swirling

calmly, “Can

permission to touch my stuff? Looking for trouble?” His sneer was cruel,

his books, he has come to

cleaning up for him might serve as a

from her class and even the neighboring one

coolness. “You’ve just messed with my books, too. We’re even. Besides, it’s my turn for

Madelyn’s desk. “What’s your game, Madelyn? Who