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One garment, then another… I continued until the room was in complete disarray, only then did they finally notice what I was doing
“What the fuck! Are you insane? What do you think you’re doing?” one screamed, jumping up from her chair.
Another rushed toward her damaged belongings, her face contorting with rage. “What gives you the right to touch my stuff?! This skirt took an entre month of saving to buy! You’re going to pay for this!!!”
“Holy shit, that was from my idol’s brand collection!” the third shrieked, lunging forward. “I paid a fortune for that!! You absolute bitch
As they all clawed their way toward me, I spun around and darted out of the dorm, quickly locking the door from the outside before they could reach
- me.
With my dorm now off–limits, I headed straight to a hotel near campus.
Predictably, within hours, I received a call from our academic advisor summoning me to her office.
When I arrived, I immediately spotted my three roommates huddled together in the corner, their faces transforming into masks of accusation e moment they saw me enter.
The advisor tapped her fingers lightly on the desk while taking a slow sip of coffee. Her narrowed eyes scrutinized me from behind thin glasses, judgment evident in her gaze.
“Kyra, correct? I know who you are,” she began with an air of superiority. “The computer science student who’s always dressed up–hard to forget, really.”
She placed her cup down deliberately before continuing, “You should understand that students come to university to learn, not to compete with each other, and certainly not to indulge in vanity.”
Gesturing toward my roommates, she continued, “Regarding the damage to your roommates‘ personal property, they’ve each recorded their losses in detail. If you refuse to compensate them, I have no choice but to issue a major demerit on your permanent record.”
Her voice hardened as she added, “This will affect your graduate school recommendations and all special considerations.”
“As for the scandal that’s been circulating recently, I’ve heard about it. While we shouldn’t jump to conclusions, I must remind you that you can’t take advantage of someone’s affection to do whatever you please.”
She leaned forward, her tone becoming increasingly condescending. “Beauty isn’t capital–kindness and consideration for others are the virtues a young woman should possess. That boy treated you so well, yet you behave like this? Truly disappointing.”
“No wonder more people criticize today’s young women. People like you deserve the criticism.”
Her words penetrated the empty office, each syllable drilling into my ears.
I pressed my lips together before responding, “So you believe whatever they say without question?”
Meeting her gaze directly, I continued, “As a teacher, shouldn’t you at least uphold fairness? If this is just their one–sided story, then go ahead and punish me however you see fit. Why even bother calling me here?”
The advisor couldn’t tolerate my defiance. Her cup landed heavily on the desk with a dull thud.
“You think you’re so wealthy?” she snapped. “Then I’m giving you a deadline to compensate for the damages AND return the money Rylan entrust you. Otherwise, I’ll contact your parents to settle this matter.”
“We have your parents‘ contact information on file. If you won’t behave responsibly, we’ll have to involve those who will.”
Despite her seated position, years of authority had perfected her condescending glare.
But I maintained my composure, responding flatly, “Go ahead and call them if you want.”
The advisor stared me down, her voice eerily calm. “Let me emphasize again–this demerit will definitely affect your graduate school candidacy. Our university doesn’t accept students with questionable character into our graduate programs.”
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Our “Couple Saving Plan” Was a Scam, Now He and His Wife Owe Me 400K
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Hearing this, a heaviness settled in my chest. They were the ones who refused to investigate, who jumped to conclusions. Since this situation began, no one cared about the truth–everyone simply believed rumors without question.
I never expected teachers would behave this
sway too.
Lowering my eyes, I replied quietly, “Fine. Let it affect my chances, then.” And I walked toward the door.
If all my hard work could be erased so easily, then perhaps I didn’t want that spot anyway!
