The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

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!”

Her focus was broken as a plump girl in glasses, with pigtails and black knee socks, dashed toward her. Out of breath, Serena Smith clutched a pile of books.

“Madelyn, you’re finally back. Heard you were sick. Are you feeling better now?”

of Education. Both of them shared the same class, and in the circle of Ventrocloud High School, her

better,” Madelyn

you seem so serene, not like before. You used to

costing her an hour each morning, time she could have used to catch a few more winks

to snap at you to

She had not liked making friends, and in their eyes, Madelyn was an oddball, a loner. Only Serena had consistently tried to converse with her, but Madelyn had usually

all! I think you’re nice this way. And… you look

far from noble. Only after significant legal repercussions did they choose a less

back his gaze and glancing at his wristwatch. “We still have time. I can

She wore the ordinary blue and white uniform, her long hair pulled back, but on her, the outfit seemed anything

I can get off work early, I’ll text you

is right at the school gates, very convenient.

bother to me. You know that, right?” His voice was

into a