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

"Alright, everyone, settle down for a sec. I'd like to introduce Fiona, our new student in Senior Year, Class 9. Let's give her a warm welcome, shall we?"

Keaton had Fiona say a few words about herself, but the room stayed as quiet as a library after hours. Not a single clap was heard.

Thanks to Nash's earlier warning, nobody dared to openly welcome the new kid.

Fiona didn't seem bothered, but Keaton was clearly not happy with the chilly reception. He slapped his palm on the desk, and only then did a few reluctant claps break the silence, more out of respect for him than genuine enthusiasm. Still unimpressed but with no time to waste, Keaton said, "Fiona, you can sit next to the class president," pointing to a spot in the middle. "If you need anything, just come see me." "Okay," Fiona nodded.

With her seat sorted, Keaton dashed off to his next class.

Fiona casually made her way off the podium, heading to her designated seat when suddenly, a chair was shoved in front of her, followed by a foot landing on it with a thud.

She looked up.novelbin

Her eyes met those of a boy, oozing with cocky defiance. "Hey, transfer student, this class isn't your place. Better get lost," he sneered.

"Whoa-"

His words set off a ripple of murmurs and whispers through the classroom.

Nash was really laying it down!

The new girl hadn't even settled in, and he was already trying to show her who's boss.

Everyone figured Fiona would be in tears, running out of Class 9 any second now.

Nash, still perched on the chair, waited for her reaction. Growing impatient, he looked up only to see Fiona staring back, not with fear or anxiety, but with a spark of curiosity, almost like she was entertained by the whole scene. Was this girl for real?

Fiona found it all kind of refreshing.

Back at Maple Grove, who would dare talk to her like that?

"Are you looking for a fight?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her voice calm and collected.

Her question left the whole class dumbstruck.

They were all caught off guard.

"Wow, this new girl is stunning, but did she bump her head on the way in? She actually wants to take on Nash!"

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Nash couldn't help but chuckle.

He wasn't one to hit girls.

He just thought Fiona was drawing way too much attention on her first day, probably a bit of a

troublemaker. Having someone so lively in Class 9 was bound to shake things up and disturb his naps.

He just wanted to give her a bit of a scare, hoping she'd get the message and leave on her own.

But this girl had spunk, challenging him right back.

Nash smirked, "Alright then, let's see what you've got. If you lose, you're out of Class 9."

"And if I win?" Fiona asked.

A win? As if.

Nash shrugged, boasting, "If you win, I'll call you 'grandma,' and the whole class will listen to you, calling you the boss."

Fiona thought it was a pretty sweet deal.

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Nash laughed at her nerve, "Just don't start crying when it's done!"

The onlookers, eager for some action, cheered him on: "Nash, show her what you've got!"

"Nash, remember she's a girl. Take it easy, no hitting the face, just give her a scare-"

But their words got stuck in their throats.

Their eyes went wide with surprise!

Fiona, with a deadpan expression, swung and landed a punch square on Nash's face! The room fell silent as everyone gaped: "......"