Chapter 148
The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning
âIâm transferring to Class One,â Madelyn casually announced, standing up and heading over to the water cooler to fill a cup and take her medicine.
The classroom immediately erupted into noisy chatter at her words, with some of the remarks bordering on mockery.
âIs that for real? If she can get into Class One through cheating, how long can she stay? The workload in Class One is heavy. I bet sheâll crawl back here in three days.â
âExactly! Itâs not easy to cheat your way into a new class!â
âIâd rather be dead than do what she did.â
Hearing these comments, Serena defended Madelyn, âWho says Madelyn cheated? Did any of you see it? Donât forget, you all saw Madelynâs math paper-it was all correct. Blaming others for your own poor grades, itâs you who should be ashamed. You canât stand it when others succeed.â
âMy math paper?â Madelynâs gaze shifted to Jadie, who sat in front of Forrest, giving her an innocent and guilty look. Madelyn said nothing and returned to her seat. She was already transferring classes;
there was no point in arguing. She did not need Serenaâs defense, or anyone elseâs. Gathering her belongings and books, Madelyn then left the classroom.
âMadelyn!â
Jadie rose to her feet, intending to follow, but her deskmate held her back.
âLeave her alone, weâre about to start class.â
Timothy, leaning back in his chair with his foot hooked on the desk, peered past Forrest at Adrian, whistling to catch his attention. Adrian looked over.
Timothy raised an eyebrow. âIs she really going to Class One?â
Adrian shrugged, as if to say, âWhy are you asking me? How should I know?â
âQuiet!â
The commotion woke Forrest up, who then roared in annoyance. The classroom quickly quieted, and he noticed Madelynâs now-empty, neatly arranged desk from the corner of his eye. Forrest kicked the chair away forcefully, punched the door, and stormed out.
âForry, where are you going? Class is starting!â Timothy tried to follow Forrest, but Adrian held him back. âWhy are you stopping me?â Timothy asked.
Adrian spoke, âDonât mess with it.â
Timothy protested, âMess with what? Weâre a team. If Forrest isnât here, why should we stay in class?â
Adrian replied coolly, âGoing after him will only get you beaten. Forget it. I wonât stop you.â
Timothy sat down in Forrestâs vacated seat. âWhatâs that supposed to mean? Explain it to me. I donât understand.â
Adrian simply said, âIdiot.â
By the time the bell signaling the start of class rang, Madelyn had already reached the first floor.
Suddenly, Forrest emerged from a corner, blocking her path. The classroom was air- conditioned, yet he stepped outside wearing just a black sweater, his entire neck exposed to the chill. Madelyn stepped aside, thinking she was blocking his way. She descended the stairs. and walked past him.
âMadelyn, youâre pretty brave.â Forrest pulled a cigarette from his pocket, placed it in his mouth, and lit it. He exhaled a puff of white smoke and asked nonchalantly, âYou think this is over?â
Madelyn slowed her pace and stopped. âIâm leaving Class Six, no longer in your way, isnât that good?
Forrest, I owe you nothing.â
Forrest chuckled. âYou donât owe me anything, but those Jardins do. Youâre with them, how could I possibly let you off? Since youâre transferring, why not just drop out altogether?â
âIs Forrest insane?â Madelyn thought. âSoon, Forrest, you wonât see me anymore,â Madelyn replied solemnly, then quickly added, âWeâre having exams soon, youâd better go back and study.â