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

Timothy doubted his

raised ever so slightly as he peered at the photo Adrian shoved his way. A girl crouched on the floor, her skirt pooling around her. The camera captured Madelyn’s smooth, elegant profile perfectly. Light streamed in

‘Well, I’ll be damned.’

cafeteria food. Now alone in the classroom, she quietly savored the caramelized pork that Rosario

other students gradually returned from their lunch. Madelyn was still struggling with the final math problem. The noise of

isn’t coming back to settle the score with

and grab a front-row seat. I’ve had it

a plot of

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

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

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

calmly, “Can I help

Looking for trouble?” His sneer was cruel,

his books,

up for him might serve as a sort of

class and even the neighboring one had gathered to

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 touch your stuff

and kicked at Madelyn’s desk. “What’s your game, Madelyn? Who are you trying