Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1980

Amy’s parents had it all planned out. They even hired a top-notch tutor for her—so even though they kept her locked away in that tiny room, at least she still got to learn.

It was their way of covering all the bases. Too bad Amy couldn’t care less about any of it. She wasn’t close to her parents—in fact, she straight-up hated them.

“You know, you spilled water on my chair on purpose and never apologized. I just did the exact same thing back, and suddenly you’re acting like you’re the victim. Why? Am I not a victim too? Then you hit me—what, just because you think you can push me around since I’ve been stuck in that dark little room for years? Or is it just because you’re taller?”

Amy’s words hit home. The other girl’s face turned red with embarrassment. She glared at Amy, clutching her ruined leather jacket like it was all she had left, but she couldn’t come up with a comeback.

“I don’t care. You ruined my jacket, so you have to pay for it,” she snapped.

“Sure, I’m so scared of paying for your jacket,” Amy deadpanned, standing up straighter. She looked so small, but there was something fierce about her, like a stubborn flower refusing to be blown over. “How about this: I get to pour water all over your chair, you have to sit there and take it while I call you every name in the book, and then I’ll beat you up so you end up just like me. Sound fair?”

“You’re crazy!”

The girl was outraged. Who would agree to something so ridiculous?

“Oh, so you don’t like it either?” Amy shot her a cold, mocking smile and went back to her seat.

The rest of the class went quiet, pretending not to notice, hoping things would just blow over.

And for a moment, it seemed like it would. The drama died down, and everyone tried to move on—except Patricia. She wasn’t done yet. While no one was looking, she filled a cup with boiling water and, before anyone could react, poured it straight over Amy’s head.

“That’s for ruining my jacket. I’ll make you pay!”

Nobody cared. Nobody was listening to her excuses now.

The classroom emptied out. The mood was heavy and tense. Fiona turned away, her face unreadable.

“Fiona, do you think Amy did all this on purpose, like some kind of gamble?” Tyler whispered.

Fiona smiled a little. “All in.”

“This time, everyone’s going to feel sorry for her. Even her parents might finally pay attention. Just hope she knows what she’s doing and doesn’t get burned herself, right?”

Fiona just nodded. She knew—every move Amy made was meant for her to see.