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…]

A photo loaded, revealing Madelyn crouched down, books cradled in her arms. “Holy smokes! Look, Forry, look at the school forum, Madelyn is

the…?” Timothy doubted his

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

‘Well, I’ll be damned.’

cafeteria food. Now alone in the classroom, she quietly savored the caramelized pork that Rosario had prepared for her, while working on her incomplete

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

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

seat. I’ve had it with that lowlife girl. I can’t believe she

my dad his life over a plot of land. People like them who can’t

in Ventropolis, getting on their bad side always spells trouble. Don’t let your

businesses had suffered at the hands of the Jent family,

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 within

asked calmly, “Can I help

permission to touch my stuff? Looking for trouble?”

because I picked up his books,

gotten upset. She thought cleaning up for him might serve as a sort of quiet

class and even the neighboring one

twirling her pen. She spoke with icy coolness. “You’ve just messed with my books, too. We’re even. Besides, it’s my turn for cleaning duty today. If you’re unhappy with it, I won’t

Madelyn’s