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!”

a plump girl in glasses, with pigtails and black knee socks, dashed toward her. Out of

Heard you were sick. Are

shared the same class,

better,”

you wearing makeup today? And, you seem so serene, not like before. You

used to put on makeup to draw Zach’s attention, and she had found it rather burdensome, costing her an hour each morning,

to snap at

friends, and in their eyes, Madelyn was an oddball, a loner. Only Serena had

quickly raised her hands defensively. “No, no, not at all! I think you’re nice this

did they choose a less conspicuous path. Her grandfather was a mafia boss who ended up behind bars. Put plainly, the Jents did not have a ton of money or influence, but no one in Ventropolis dared to cross them. Regardless of their rank, everyone bowed their heads before Hayson, not daring to provoke him. The Jent legacy meant that none of them

gaze and glancing

her, the outfit

if I can get off work early,

the school gates, very convenient. I know

voice was low and sincere. They were family, ready to

curving into a slight smile. “I