We were on a field trip to the Holy State of Aram, when the prom queen, Susie Lambert, complained about the hot weather and called for a bikini party.

My boyfriend Ken insisted on bringing the whole class along just to satisfy her whim, even though I warned him, "That's against the law, and visitors who are found guilty will be remanded, if not killed…"

He slapped me across the face and snapped, "Don't try to scare us! You're just jealous that Susie's got a nice bod, and you don't want to see us being happy together!"

Everyone else in the class roared in approval too. "Exactly! You already took Ken away from Susie, and you'd now come up with such bullshit!"

I was furious and frustrated, but for their sake, I spoke to Mrs. Dent, the class teacher.

She scolded everyone when she realized what they were doing and called off the bikini party.

However, Susie got so upset that she ran off alone and flaunted her bikini at the beach anyway, and she was caught before being executed as a spy by zealots.

Ken blamed it all on me. In the middle of the night, he sneaked into my home and set fire to it with gasoline, killing my entire family.

Afterward, the entire class testified on his behalf to create an alibi.

But I opened my eyes again and found myself returning to that day when Susie goaded everyone to join her bikini party.

This time, I simply smiled. "Go ahead, enjoy yourselves all you want!"

In the smoke, Ken Zonda's hands were wrapped around my neck, his face contorted with madness.

"Quinn Gooding!!!" he howled manically. "Susie would've been alive if you didn't stop our bikini party! You and your family must now apologize to her in hell!"

Shocked, I opened my eyes wide to find him glaring at me furiously.

Smack!

Before I actually realized what had happened, I felt the slap across my face.

Ken really put all his strength into that slap, sending me stumbling sideways and leaving my ears ringing.

Even as I felt the searing sensation on my cheek and tasted blood in my mouth, Ken was snapping at me, "Don't try to scare us! You're just jealous that Susie's got a nice bod, and you don't want to see us being happy together!"

His lackeys quickly cheered in agreement.

"Exactly! Susie and Ken deserve each other more!"

"She's so disgusting, coming up with such bullshit just to drive them apart!"

Even as I caught a sense of deja vu, my tears flowed uncontrollably as I realized that I had reincarnated.

In my last life, Ken slapped me as everyone watched when I tried to stop the class from having a bikini party at Aram Beach.

He called me jealous and hated them being a loving couple, while the rest of the class followed suit and mocked me for it.

I was furious and frustrated, but for their sake, I spoke to Mrs. Dent, the class teacher.

She scolded everyone when she realized what they were doing and called off the bikini party.

However, Susie Lambert got so upset that she ran off alone and flaunted her bikini at the beach anyway, and she was caught before being executed as a spy by zealots.

Ken blamed it all on me. In the middle of the night, he sneaked into my home and set fire to it with gasoline, killing my entire family.

Afterward, the entire class testified on his behalf to create an alibi.

But now…

Now that someone up there decided to give me a second chance, I made up my mind to let these ingrates get what was coming to them.

Still, when some of the girls saw me teared up, they were hesitant.

"Aren't we going too far? And I did hear that Aram is a religious state with a strict dress code enforced on everyone…"

Susie burst into tears and sobbed, "We're not from Aram! Why should we follow their law?"

She then stared at me pointedly. "It's just so obvious that certain people don't like it when I'm happy and are jealous I have the perfect figure for a bikini… and how much Ken loves me!"

Holding up her phone and waving the photos of the Aram beach on the screen at everyone, she exclaimed, "Just look! Such a beautiful beach… don't you think we'd be wasting our whole trip if we never went there?"

Ken promptly joined in, shoving me and bellowed, "Quite being a buzzkill! Go back to the hotel if you're not joining us!"

Then, turning to the rest of the class, he hollered, "Susie's right! Let's check in at the beach with our best photos, or we're wasting our youth!"

"Check in, you say?"

Everyone's eyes lit up in excitement at the suggestion.

Suddenly, I found myself being glared at, as if to say that such an incredible experience was almost ruined because of me.

I laughed as I wiped my tears. "Go ahead! Enjoy yourselves as much as you like!"

"Don't even start being sarcastic!" Ken glared at me. "And get out of the way!"

Overjoyed, Susie started distributing skimpy bikinis among the girls, while Ken distributed swimming trunks to the boys.

"Susie prepared everything from the start because she wants everyone to be happy!" Ken hollered as loud as he could. "Unlike certain individuals who are only ever a buzzkill!"

I watched as they happily gesticulated the bikinis and swimming trunks they were going to wear, busily talking about what photos they would take.

I smirked as I watched them.

Before I died the last time, I remembered reading in the news about how a lynch mob ripped a woman to shreds for doing the same thing here in Aram.

I was curious to see how they were going to laugh upon getting caught and finding themselves at death's door.

That was when Mrs. Dent, the class teacher, strode in.

Her face dropped when she saw the bikinis, and she leaped up to snatch them out of Susie's hands. "Where did you get these?! Do you even understand what would happen if you put these on in Aram?!"

Susie was caught by surprise at first, but she soon hugged Mrs. Dent's arm while pouting. "No, Mrs. Dent, you got the wrong idea. Everyone's so tired from lab work, so I'm encouraging them by giving them bikinis."

Ken promptly nodded. "That's right! We just want everyone to get excited. See? They're all motivated now!"

"That's right!" The girls chirped noisily in agreement. "We're in Aram, but the thought of Tropico motivates us!"

"Exactly!" one of the boys said, glaring sideways at me pointedly while adding sarcastically, "Unlike someone here who's only ever a buzzkill. Because of her, no one's in the mood to finish up the project!"

I snorted—their excuse was certainly flawless.

After all, the school had arranged for a free trip to Tropico to reward us should our project prove a success.

Seeing that they were all saying the same thing, the crease on Mrs. Dent's brow eased, but she said, "For safety's sake, Quinn will take custody of all the swimwear. She will hand everything out when we actually arrive in Tropico."

Patting me on the shoulder, Mrs. Dent then smiled, "I'll always have peace of mind when I leave things to you."

However, when she left to take a call, the silent conference room erupted into chaos again.

"Damn it!" the class jock bellowed as he flung his bottle on the floor, pointing at me as he growled, "I'm going to the beach, whether you like it or not! Just try and take my swimming trunks from me!"

On the other hand, the girls sprawled over the table and sighed. "No… Our beach photos… No more showing off to those hunks on Instagram…"

Ken's friend surrounded him right then. "Are we just going to give up, man? Your girl… Why don't you talk to her?"

"Oh, calm down and just think for a second!" Susie shrieked, glaring at me pointedly. "Why would Mrs. Dent suddenly show up now? Someone must have ratted us out!"

Hearing that, Ken kicked down a chair. "It has to be her! Just like last time!"

I could only laugh in wry amusement.

There was this one time when Ken called his classmates to start a fight with actual gangsters because they had teased Susie a little.

If I hadn't warned Mrs. Dent and their parents, they would still be in the hospital right now.

To think that kindness was treated as sin…

Nonetheless, the class was in an uproar, and I could feel everyone staring daggers at me, ready to tear me into pieces in a moment.

I stumbled backward to distance myself, only to find myself cornered against the wall.

Ken leaped up and grabbed my hair, pulling so hard it felt like my scalp was being ripped apart.

"You bitch! You ratted us out, didn't you?!" he bellowed.

I clawed at his arm even as I started to black out from the pain, when he suddenly let go.

I lost my balance and felt him kicking me squarely on the hip, sending me crashing painfully on the floor.

My cheeks burned as they scraped against the concrete floor, and I could feel something wet and warm flowing down my chin, but I had no idea if that was blood or tears.

I shook my head repeatedly, crying myself hoarse. "No, I didn't say anything! And I'd never steal your clothes!"

However, the whole class was hollering at me all at once, and I felt a sneaker stomping on my hand, the pebbles in the soles cutting into my skin.

Even as I threatened to pass out, I tried to push the foot away by instinct, only for Ken to stomp on my hand harder. "You're fighting back?! Just look at this bitch! It's just like the last time she ratted out!"

"Come on, just her hand?" Susie gloated as she dropped to a crouch, grabbing my collar. "Why don't we take an early graduation photo and play it on loop during her wedding?"

Everyone laughed maliciously right then, while I struggled, refusing to let them win!

Two other girls seized my shoulders with a vice-like grip, while another grabbed my hair.

I could hear my clothes being ripped apart audibly, and everyone was cheering and whistling even as I felt the cool air in the room on my skin.

A camera shutter flashed repeatedly, so blinding that I couldn't open my eyes.

With the corner of my eye, I could see Susie leaning intimately against Ken's shoulder, both of them smiling savagely.

Ken was even adjusting his camera angle, aiming it straight at my cleavage.

However, just before he took the photo, Mrs. Dent entered again, snapping impatiently, "What are all of you standing around for? There's still another important forum tomorrow. Go to bed!"

The class quickly formed a line to block me from view, with Ken clasping my mouth firmly in his palm.

As for Mrs. Dent, she looked around but turned to leave as she found nothing strange.

Ken only let go when Mrs. Dent's footsteps faded into the distance, while I dropped limply to the ground, my tears falling uncontrollably.

Susie grabbed my face right then, her nails digging into my chin.

"Just look at you," she breathed venomously into my ear with her sickly sweet voice and shoved me away in disguise. "Do you understand now? Ken has only ever loved me—you're just a tool used to flirt with me. Hell, he was treating you like a dog just to please me!"

I wiped the blood off my cheek, only finding the situation laughably ironic as I watched Susie strut off smugly.

Ken had no father and only managed to get into our school and pay the tuition fee thanks to his mother's meager salary as a janitor.

Considering how difficult it already was to get him in, if the school and the parents found out he and Susie were revealed to be responsible for this diplomatic incident in Aram, I certainly looked forward to what would become of them!

-

The next morning, Ken gathered the whole class again and distributed the swimwear again.

When they were done, I was once again at the center of attention, as Susie was fiddling with a bottle of sunscreen while flashing an innocent smile at me. "Come on, we'll all be enjoying the sun soon… But I'm so sorry I forgot someone's bikini, so just sit tight like a good doggie!"

"Exactly!" The girl beside her quickly echoed. "She'll be working the whole time while we're sunbathing and taking nice photos. But all her work is still our work in the end… Just the thought makes me happy!"

As the class cheered, a boy was smacking the table dramatically while laughing and pointing at me. "I'd hang myself if my class hated me this much! What even is the point of your existence?"

My nails were digging into my palms as I clenched my trembling knuckles, stung by the class' sickening behavior.

I narrowed my eyes—the audacity they had to mock me for it!

Over the last few days, I was the one who had worked overnight, reviewing and tabulating data and writing reports. During the forums where Mrs. Dent was present, they would only mime all my work as if they had done it!