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

After the morning classes wrapped up, Tyler got summoned to Mr. Keaton's office. Meanwhile, Fiona took a deep breath, feeling the need to pamper herself with a nice lunch. But as she rounded the corner, she found herself hemmed in by a group of girls.

"Fiona, you're getting a bit too confident, aren't you?" taunted a blonde girl, jabbing at Fiona's left shoulder. "Even Tyler and Nash stick up for you. You've got some nerve!"

Fiona met their eyes with a casual shrug. "What's the deal? I'm just off to lunch."

"Lunch? Yeah, right!"

To them, it was the punchline of the day.

"Fiona, who do you think you are? Do you honestly believe you're good enough for my brother?"

Fiona couldn't help but chuckle to herself. These girls kept harping on about their brother, blissfully unaware that he had sought her help just days ago. If they knew, they'd likely give her even more grief.

"Could you move, please?" she sighed, not in the mood for a showdown.

Sometimes silence said it all.

"If you want to go to lunch, you'd better spill!" The girls blocked her way, determined to keep her there.

Nash, who hadn't gone far, swung back around, puzzled at why Fiona was taking her sweet time. Normally, she was quick to leave.

The moment he stepped into the classroom, he picked up on the buzz. Fiona, tall

and striking, stood out in the throng. He zeroed in on her instantly.

In a heartbeat, he was at her side. "What's going on here? Ganging up on someone like this?"

Nash wasn't someone these girls wanted to cross, but they were reluctant to let Fiona off the hook so easily.

"Nash, what's Fiona to you? Why are you always defending her?" one girl asked, jealousy seeping through.

"Yeah, why do you keep helping her? She's nothing special."

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"I'll help whoever I want. What's it to you? And if you don't back off now, I might just bend my rule about not hitting girls!" Nash threatened, raising a fist as if to drive his point home. The girls quickly scattered.

No one wanted to stick around for that.

Nash's gaze softened as he looked at Fiona, cornered and vulnerable. "You

okay?" he asked gently.

Fiona shook her head slightly, her voice just above a whisper. "Let's go grab something to eat."

"Sure thing," Nash agreed.

Shockingly, he didn't push for more

details. As they strolled out, they

spotted Jackson's car parked

nearby. Once inside, Nash stafted to spill the beans about what had just happened. en noveldrama

Jackson's brow knitted together, his demeanor growing chillier by the second.

Fiona was the apple of the family's eye, and the thought of her being bullied at school didn't sit right. She didn't seem like someone who'd take bullying lying down.

"Do you want me to step in?" Jackson offered.

"That'd be awesome, Jackson. If you get involved, those girls wouldn't dare bother her again."

"Thanks, but I got this," Fiona interjected.

Nash looked perplexed, glancing back at her with furrowed brows. "Why not let Jackson handle it?"

A heavy silence settled in the car until Jackson parked and pulled Nash out.

"I told you to watch out for her, and this is how you do it? Letting Fiona get bullied? No allowance for a month, and you're writing ten

practice exams. Don't even thiol net

about going anywhere until

done!"

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Nash stood there, dumbfounded by the sudden twist. This wasn't how he

envisioned things playing out!

"Jackson, I..." he started, but words failed him.