Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

"Our class isn't some kind of circus. Besides, it all depends on whether Tyler even wants to jump ship."

Someone nudged Tyler with a playful grin and asked, "Jules, would you ever want to switch classes?"

Tyler glanced at his classmates, then at the empty spot where Fiona usually sat, and shook his head. "Nah, I wouldn't."

"I really dig Class Nineteen," Tyler added, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Being your classmate feels just right."

Everyone noticed the little glance Tyler gave earlier.

This guy's definitely got a thing for Flora!

It was an open secret, understood without words.

"What if they try to make you switch, Jules?"

"My feet are staying put. They can't make me budge. I'm here to learn, and forcing me would just be plain disrespectful."

Tyler was dead set on staying in Class Nineteen, and everyone felt a wave of relief.

"I'm with Tyler. If they try to push him out, we'll all stand our ground."

"Exactly, and if worse comes to worst, Flora can definitely handle it."

Flora, Flora, her name echoed in Nash's mind, giving him a headache. How did Tyler manage to drag Fiona into this mess?!

He turned around, glaring at the troublemakers. "Have you finished your homework? What are all of you fussing about?"

The group looked at Nash as if he'd grown a second head.

Nash actually hitting the books was practically unheard of in Class Nineteen!

"What's up with Nash? Why's he so cranky lately?"

"Who knows? He seems to get riled up whenever it's about Tyler."

"Could it be Nash thinks Tyler's stealing his thunder?"

Suddenly, the chatter died down, replaced by hushed whispers as imaginations

ran wild, spinning tales of love and rivalry between Nash and Tyler.

Fiona slipped in through the back door just in time to see them scribbling on scrap paper, drawing little figures labeled Nash and Tyler, chatting animatedly.

She kept quiet, leaning in to listen, surprised to catch such juicy gossip!

"Anything else?" Fiona chimed in, her curiosity piqued.

The group, oblivious to Fiona's presence, jumped at her voice, looking at her as if they'd seen a ghost.

"Why are you staring at me? What's the next part of the story?" Fiona pointed at the scrap paper on the desk.

In a panic, they quickly shredded the paper into tiny bits, unsure of where to stash

it, and ended up stuffing it into their mouths.

"Flora, why do you sneak around like that?!"

"Yeah, Flora, we were all catching some Z's, and you nearly scared the life out of us."

"Want some chips, Flora? They're cucumber-flavored."

Fiona raised an eyebrow, slightly bummed that the story had ended. She snagged some chips and returned to her seat, her gaze

drifting towards Nash, a sly smile

playing on her lips.

What she had overheard was definitely interesting.

Nash sensed the look and turned to see Fiona smiling faintly, his brows furrowing.

What was up today?

Everyone seemed a bit out of sorts.noveldrama

"Why are you smiling?" Nash asked, suspicious.

"Want some chips?" Fiona offered, holding out the bag.

She quickly wiped the smile off her

face. It was best to keep her expressions in check during

moments like these, otherwise, she might give something away.