I sponsored Emily Fagan from an underprivileged background just to help her get through school. She was good-looking but wasn't exactly the brightest.

Despite my warning not to tamper with my things, she slipped stimulants into my water bottle.

Thanks to her, I was accused of cheating in the swimming competition. Our team's score was nullified. As for me, I was banned from competing for life and kicked out of college.

When I confronted her, she cried pitifully, "Julie, I just wanted you to win. I didn't know that'd happen."

My boyfriend, Elijah Strauss, held her and comforted her. He even snapped at me, claiming, "Em had good intentions. Why are you giving her a hard time?"

Crushed, I shut myself in at home.

Feeling sorry, she and Elijah visited me and brought along some vodka as an apology. After I took ten shots, I asked her to buy some over-the-counter pain relievers for my splitting headache.

Little did I know that she'd make me take a dangerous dose of Ibuprofen mixed with alcohol. The bleeding in my stomach was what killed me.

Emily looked pitifully remorseful at the hospital. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't even tell what I shouldn't have given her…"

During the police interrogation, my boyfriend gave false testimony to protect her. He accused me of taking my own life by mixing Ibuprofen and alcohol because I couldn't handle the mental stress from cheating in the competition.

When I reopened my eyes, I found out that I was transported to the day before the competition.

"Julie, I bought an energy drink for you. Take it before the competition tomorrow for a boost."

I trembled upon hearing the familiar words. At the sight of the familiar training base around me, I instantly realized that I was reborn.

When I was still in a daze, Emily Fagan had shoved the drink into my hand.

Meanwhile, the loving eyes of my boyfriend, Elijah Strauss, grazed Emily's face. He cooed, "Em, you're so thoughtful. Julie is lucky to have you as her bestie."

His words made me smirk. Anyone with a brain would know that it was against the competition rules to consume energy drinks and any caffeinated drinks.

In my past life, I had politely turned down Emily's offer. Just to be safe, I specifically reminded her not to mess with my stuff.

…

The next day, in the middle of the competition, someone accused me of cheating. An anti-doping test revealed that there were traces of substances in my blood and my drink.

This caused our team's score to be nullified. As for me, I was banned from competing for life and expelled from college.

When I found out that it was Emily who spiked my drinks, I confronted her, only to see her collapsing into Elijah's arms.

She cried, "Julie, I just wanted you to win. I didn't know that'd happen."

Holding onto Emily, Elijah comforted her. He snapped at me, "Em had good intentions. Why are you giving her a hard time?"

As I sank deeper into depression, Elijah and Emily visited me with some vodka to "apologize". Not only that, but they coaxed me to take ten shots on the pretext of cheering me up. When I developed a splitting headache, I asked Emily to buy some over-the-counter pain relievers.

Little did I know that she'd make me take a dangerous dose of Ibuprofen mixed with alcohol. The bleeding in my stomach was what killed me.

She looked pitifully remorseful at the hospital. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't even tell what I shouldn't have given her…"

During the police interrogation, Elijah gave false testimony to protect Emily, accusing me of taking my own life by mixing Ibuprofen and alcohol because I couldn't handle the mental stress from cheating in the competition.

I curled my fist when I recalled the sheer pain from my past life. Then, I tossed the energy drink into the trash can.

Emily seemed taken aback. Tears came into her eyes.

"Julie, I thought you liked that drink. I'm really sorry. I am too broke to buy other drinks for you. I saved up just to buy this drink for you—it's the best I could do."

As expected, it hurt Elijah to watch Emily cry. He turned to me, yelling, "Julie, what are you doing? I know you're from a rich family and look down on us. But how could you throw out a gift from Em?"

My teammates spoke up too.

"Julie, you've crossed a line. Even if you don't care for Em's drink, you shouldn't have thrown it out. You humiliated her."

"Julie, you're at school, not at your home. Em is not your servant."

Emily looked at me through tears. She said miserably, "It's all my fault. Guys, don't blame it on Julie."

Turning to the people who had defended Emily, I announced coldly, "Anyone should know that it is against the competition rules to consume caffeinated drinks. Emily, are you unaware of that, or are you doing this on purpose?"

She immediately teared up, looking pitiful.

"Sorry, Julie. I can't do anything right because I'm slow. I can't even buy a proper drink for you."

Elijah patted Emily on the shoulder. "Hey, stop crying. Your eyes are gonna be puffed."

He turned to me. "Julie, do you have to be so petty? Em meant well. She didn't do it on purpose. Look, she can be slow sometimes, so you shouldn't bully her."

Speechless, I furiously slapped him on the face.

"She meant well, you say? What she's doing will ruin my competition. I can't afford to shoulder the consequences. She can save her kindness for you—I don't care about that!"

Elijah's eyes widened in shock. "Julie, you've gone mad. How dare you lay a hand on me?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "I did so because you're dumb."

Crying, Emily put herself between me and Elijah. She cried, "Julie, it's all my fault. I'm such an idiot—I can't get anything right. Just hit me. Don't let it out on Elijah."

I snickered before slapping Emily as well.

"Glad you know you're an idiot. Since you want to take the slap for him, I'll grant your wish."

Elijah was enraged after I hit Emily. He shoved me hard until I fell onto the ground, hitting my elbow against the stairs. I inhaled sharply from the pain.

Everyone frowned at the bruise that formed on my elbow. Some of them criticized Elijah, "Elijah, how could you hurt Julie? What if that affects her performance tomorrow?"

But his gaze was unforgiving.

"But Julie started it first. She hit me and Em."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I hit a woman who tried to ruin the competition for me, and my so-called boyfriend defended her. I'm gonna teach you a lesson, filthy couple."

Elijah immediately grew restless. "What are you talking about, Julie?"

I couldn't be bothered with him anymore, though. "Elijah, let's break up. I hope you and Emily get your happily ever after."

He glared at me in disbelief. "Julie Schumer, you'd better not regret your decision!"

Smirking, I merely grabbed my backpack and left.

…

The next day, I arrived at the competition venue. Our team was scheduled to play the tenth match.

While our team was warming up, Emily approached us with bottles of water. "I refilled everyone's bottles."

They accepted the bottles and thanked her.

She beamed at me. "Julie, I couldn't find yours. Where is it? I'll refill your bottle too."

I recalled that she had used that as an excuse to spike my drink with substances in my past life.

I turned down Emily's offer coolly. "It's fine."

She teared up instantly. "Julie, do you still blame me for what happened yesterday?"

Elijah showed up right after that and pulled her into a consoling hug. "Em, that was not your fault. You had good intentions. Julie was the one who was ungrateful. Thanks for filling up my bottle. We'll win first place for sure."

She flashed him a sheep smile. "I believe in you. All the best to you all."

Before our turn, I took out my bottle, ready to drink, when I noticed some unknown white powder on the rim. My hand trembled in shock.

It dawned on me that I still failed to fend off Emily. Had I drunk the water just now, I would have gone through the same ordeal as in my past life.

I looked over to Emily and realized she was staring at me. She urged, "Julie, hurry up and drink. It's your turn to compete soon."

I put the cap back onto the bottle. "Nah, I'm good. I'll take a trip to the restroom. You guys go ahead."

At the restroom, I still failed to soothe my anxiety. I couldn't shake off the bad feeling that something bad was going to happen.

…

Half an hour later, the competition kicked off. As expected, my team won first place. All the team members received extra credit.

They hugged each other and cheered excitedly. "We've succeeded! I knew we could do it!"

Suddenly, two staff members approached the team and killed their buzz. "Who's Julie Schumer?"

All eyes were on me. I took a step forward. "I am. What's wrong?"

One of them took a look at me before announcing, "Someone has accused you of doping and cheating. Please cooperate with us to undergo a doping test."

I frowned and left with them. I could sense the nervous glances of my teammates.

"Julie, you didn't take any substances, did you? Our team gave our all in this competition."

I nodded, reassuring them, "I did not."

They seemed relieved as I followed the staff members for a doping test.

…

The results were out in an hour. The staff member submitted them to the organizer, who barked angrily, "We found stimulants in the blood of Julie Schumer from the winning team. As such, we will treat this as cheating. The team score will be nullified, and Julie Schumer will be banned from competing for life."

The findings shook me to the core. I obviously did not drink the water Emily handed to me. So, why did the doping test still come back positive?

My teammates turned to me after they heard the organizer.

Elijah, unable to contain his rage, slapped me across the face. "Julie, how dare you take stimulants? You've wasted everyone's efforts!"

Other teammates tugged and yanked me.

"Julie, how could you? We trained day and night for a year just for this competition. You've ruined it!"

The audience mocked me too.

"Don't compete if you are not as good. How could you take stimulants? That's appalling."

"I couldn't believe you're from our college. You're trash!"

"You don't deserve to represent our college. I will lodge a complaint with the administration and get them to expel you. We don't want you ruining the college's reputation."

In their anger, they hurled stuff at me.

Balling my fist, I turned to the organizer, protesting, "I refuse to accept the outcome."

Emily pretended to dispense earnest advice. "Julie, wake up! Just apologize. We'll all beg for leniency on your behalf."

I met her advice with a snicker. "I did not break any rules. Why should I admit my fault?"

Elijah pointed a finger at me angrily. "The results are out. How could you dispute it? What's worse than cheating is you refusing to admit to it. You are an embarrassment to our team."

The organizer looked at me. "Why do you refuse to admit it?"

A smile appeared on my face. "That's because I did not even take part in the first place."