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 arms. “Holy smokes! Look, Forry, look at

Timothy doubted his hearing for a

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

‘Well, I’ll be damned.’

her selective palate and her aversion to cafeteria food. Now alone in the classroom, she quietly savored the caramelized pork that Rosario had prepared for her, while working on her incomplete test paper from the last

was still struggling with the final math problem. The noise of chatter and footfalls grew louder as it approached the classroom. Startled gasps echoed down

coming back to settle the

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

who nearly cost my dad his life over a plot of land. People like

My dad said the Jent family are big fishes in Ventropolis, getting on their

businesses had suffered

her. In the next instant, a hand swept across the desk, scattering her books to the floor. She looked up into

“Can I help

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

his books, he has come to

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

from her class and even the neighboring one had gathered

just messed with my books, too. We’re even. Besides, it’s

hands into his pockets and kicked at Madelyn’s desk. “What’s your game,