Chapter 2

Still lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when Henry and Luna walked right up to me.

I looked up, locking eyes with Henry's cold, indifferent expression.

Suddenly, my stomach twisted with nausea.

Honestly, if I hadn't been such a hardcore sapiosexual in my previous life, I never would've fallen for him.

With looks that were barely above average, he never would've passed my parents' standards for my future husband.

He said, "How many times have I told you? I have zero intention of dating anyone in high school. Even if—"

"Who says I'm here to confess to you?" I shot back.

Henry was caught off guard for a moment. A flicker of panic and a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes. But he quickly pulled himself together.

He cleared his throat, putting on that calm, polite face he always wore. "Amelia, I know it must sting to keep getting turned down. But this is school, a public place."

He paused, his eyes flicking over the fancy lunchbox in my hand, his tone turning a bit preachy. "You should think about other people's feelings, too."

"Yeah, Amelia," Luna continued smoothly, picking up right where Henry left off.

She gave me a gentle smile, her tone so soft that it sounded like she was defending me. "You've been bringing Henry lunch every day for a month now.

"I know you mean well, but those dishes look more exquisite than what you'd get at a five-star hotel."

She paused, casting a pointed glance around at everyone. "We're all students, used to cafeteria food. Don't you think this makes things awkward for everyone else?"

I stood there, listening to them play off each other, and laughed coldly to myself.

Every word was a dig, painting me as some pampered, wasteful rich girl.

But every time I brought lunch, the two of them would finish every last bite, even all the chilies.

"Might as well have fed all those lunches I brought to the dogs," I said coolly.

Henry's gentle expression froze for a split second.

Luna looked stunned, like she hadn't heard me right. "What did you say?"

I ignored her.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a guy hurrying by, clutching a basketball.

He was from the neighboring class, tall, good-looking, and trying to squeeze past the crowd to buy lunch.

I reached out and stuffed the fancy lunchbox into his arms. "Here you go, handsome. It's a five-star lunch. You're welcome."

The guy froze, clutching the lunchbox, totally confused as he looked at me, then at Henry and Luna.

For a split second, everything went dead silent.

Then the gossip started buzzing again.

"Is Amelia out of her mind?"

"Wasn't that lunch for Henry? Why'd she give it to William, the badass of Class Two?"

"What the heck is going on?"

Henry's gentle demeanor finally showed a crack.

He stared at the lunchbox I'd given away, his Adam's apple bobbing like he wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words instead.

Luna tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "Henry, let it go. She's got her pride."

I nearly snorted in disbelief.

Even now, she couldn't resist keeping up her act as the ever-considerate one.

"Could you move aside?" I walked away without a second glance.

This time, Henry and Luna could forget about getting anything from me.

I hadn't walked a few steps when the guy with the basketball shouted after me. "Hey, is this really for me?"

"Yeah, it's yours," I replied.

"So I can really eat it?"

"Go ahead."

I waved him off without looking back.

*****

With my memories from my previous life, I headed back to the classroom and found that perfectly organized desk.

It totally stood out from everyone else's.

On top were all sorts of brand-name pens and fancy supplies, like a Gucci pencil case, a Dior planner, a Montblanc fountain pen, a YSL seat pad, and so on.

Even the covers on my textbooks were custom-made by some high-end designer from overseas.

"Is Ms. Walker really giving up on Henry this time? She looked super resolute when she walked off."

"No way. Amelia's been chasing Henry for a whole year, making public confessions at least a hundred times."

"Henry always shuts her down, but have you ever seen her actually quit? She keeps trailing after him."

"I give it three days tops before Amelia—"

"Shh, quiet, she's right here."

Five minutes left until class, the students who'd been out on the field gossiping started trickling back in.

When they saw me standing there, everyone went quiet and slipped back to their seats, but kept glancing my way.

Once most of the class was back, I didn't hesitate.

I grabbed the trash can. Then I tossed the Gucci pencil case, as well as the Montblanc fountain pen, and torn Textbooks with those fancy covers apart.

"Amelia, what are you doing?"

"Why are you touching Luna's stuff?"

"You can't get Henry, so what does that have to do with Luna?"

Everyone was so shocked by what I was doing that they all jumped up and glared at me.

The girl sitting in front of Luna snatched the designer notebook I was about to throw away and shouted at me, "Amelia, have you lost your mind? That's Luna's stuff. Put it down."

"Her stuff?" I paused, my hand hovering in the air, and gave her a frosty glare.

Harper Green was Luna's best friend.

Back in my previous life, she only managed to get into a mediocre college, and because Luna told her to, she ended up picking some totally random, unpopular major.

After graduating from college, she couldn't find a job, so she turned to Luna for help, and Luna supported her for a while.

Later, with Luna playing matchmaker, she married a remarried man from a well-off family.

She had two kids back-to-back in three years.

However, she died young.

Her second daughter was a month old when she found out her husband was cheating on her with her best friend, Luna.

After a night of arguing at home, she downed a bottle of pills and ended her life the next day.

"Amelia, because your family's loaded doesn't mean you can do whatever you want," Harper snapped. "If you touch Luna's stuff again today, I swear I'll—"

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do?" I shot back, meeting her glare with a cold stare. "Harper, you and Luna are so tight. Did she never tell you where all this stuff came from?"

"Quit trying to change the subject." Uncertainty flickered in Harper's eyes, but she didn't back down. "Doesn't matter how Luna got it. If it's on her desk, it's hers.

"You're messing with her stuff without permission. Aren't you afraid the teachers will find out and have you expelled?"

"That's right." Other students quickly chimed in. "Everything on Luna's desk is designer. Some of it costs thousands, tens of thousands of dollars.

"If this gets out, it's not expulsion you'll be facing. You might have the police involved."

"Fine," I sneered. "Go ahead and call the police."

My words left everyone in the class stunned.

Harper's lips moved, like she was about to say something.

Suddenly, Luna's voice came from the doorway. "Harper, what's going on here?"