The drama at the bar spread like wildfire, becoming the talk of the campus overnight. As I walked to class the next day, I could feel the eyes on me, the whispers following my every step. Thanks to my ever-resourceful roommate, Rosie, I got all the dirt dug up on that girl.

Quinn Monroe, a freshman in Animation Design, Class of 2023, and a local from H City.

“I heard Quinn Monroe threw 2,740 dollars in the school’s main group chat last night. Now everyone’s flocking to her side, and the crowd has turned against you,” Rosie Ward whispered as she walked beside me.

It was just 2,740 dollars. That was all it took to turn the tide?

Our school had a tradition of mixing students from different majors and years for elective courses. For instance, the Music Appreciation class I was heading to had many freshmen from various departments.

Fate seemed to enjoy its little jokes. As soon as I entered the classroom, there was Quinn Monroe, surrounded and fawned over by a throng of admirers. They were clearly trying hard to win her favor, and as soon as they saw me, their looks turned hostile.

“Some people really have no shame, showing up for class after making a scene with someone else’s boyfriend,” someone in the crowd sneered.

Thanks to last night’s drama, my reputation had been flipped from being the wronged party to someone accused of stealing someone else’s boyfriend. Quinn had certainly gone to great lengths to tarnish my image.

“Forget it. Simon Charles wouldn’t even look twice at someone like her. She’s not worth talking about.”

“She’s just jealous because Simon dumped her for someone better.”

“Quinny is so much classier than her.”

What a smug, the words ran through my mind.

Just then, our Music Appreciation teacher entered the room. Once the bell rang, the roll call began.

“Luna Halle.” “Here.”

“Rosie Ward.” “Here.”

“Nicole Monroe.”

No one else stood up, so I casually responded as if she’s not calling me, “Here.”

I was focused on my makeup powder, and for a moment, the classroom fell into an awkward silence. When I looked up, I met the teacher’s terrifying gaze.

I glanced around; Rosie shot me a puzzled look, unsure of what was happening.

“Nicole Monroe, what do you think this classroom is for? It’s meant for learning, not for you to play with makeup. University is for studying, not for a beauty contest!” The teacher’s scolding echoed through the room, leaving everyone stunned.

This wasn’t my first time in her class, but it was the first time I’d been singled out like this. Sure, I had been touching up my makeup, but others were just as distracted with their phones, snacks, or whatever. Yet she only targeted me.

My classmates casted me pitying and mocking glances, as if they were watching a show.

“Teachers should guide students, not humiliate them,” I reminded myself, keeping my tone as mild as possible while defending myself.

“Out! Stand outside and reflect on your behavior!”

Not keen on staying there, I packed my things and moved to the door.

“Students, let this be a lesson. There are some bad examples in class that you should not follow. Girls should take care of themselves and not live with such poor conduct,” the teacher continued, her voice full of reprimand.

The roll call resumed, but when she called out “Quinn Monroe,” her tone was notably softened, likely influenced by the events of the previous night and her biased view of me.

That music elective class was a complete social disaster for me.

Classmates who once smiled and chatted with me now avoided me, fearing they’d be dragged into my drama.

Rosie was indeed innocent but wasn’t spared—she couldn’t stand seeing me being bullied online and had defended me online. And for that, she was doxed and harassed.

Since the scandals, I moved out of the dormitory and into an off-campus house I’d bought a while back.

“Ding ding, ding ding, the bell’s ringing…”

The sudden ringtone jolted me from my frustration and snapped me out of my thoughts. When I saw Simon Charles’s name on the caller ID, a surge of anger welled up inside me.

“Simon Charles, what are you up to now?”

On the other end, Simon’s voice was laced with a touch of wounded innocence. “Sorry, Nikki, I didn’t realize things would blow up like this.”

“Sorry? You think a sorry can fix everything? Did you not think that getting involved with Quinn Monroe would bring me trouble?”

“Nikki, stop making things worse with Quinn. She’s way out of your league. Let’s just end this and part ways. We should not stay in touch.”

After saying that, Simon hung up, leaving me stunned and bewildered.

Part ways?

Seriously, Simon? Do you think you’re some sort of heartthrob acting out a melodramatic scene?

As I thought about it, I recalled something I overheard at the bar earlier: they said Quinn Monroe was the daughter of H City’s richest man. But as far as I knew, my father had only me as his daughter.

I won’t be funding you anymore. Nothing would change my mind.

The more I thought over about things, the more they didn’t up, so I decided to call the housemaid, Mrs. Wynn, to dig into Quinn Monroe’s background.

Later, the board game club organized an event in the largest hall at the school. Apart from the usual board games like Murder Mystery and War of the Three Kingdoms, there was also a segment for welcoming new members.

I found out about this event from the Confession Wall because I had been kicked out of the club’s group chat for several days. Curious about what Quinn Monroe was up to, I decided to make an unexpected appearance.

The moment I stepped into the venue, I was met with wide-eyed stares. Clearly, no one expected me to have the audacity to show up.

The whispers began immediately.

“Isn’t this the girl who’s been clinging to the club president? Is she here to cause a scene?”

“What’s special about her compared to Miss Monroe? The president’s real girlfriend is the daughter of a school Chairman!”

Wait, the Chairman’s daughter?

Quinn Monroe is playing a cosplay role here, how interesting.

I walked to the center of the stage, eyeing Quinn Monroe and Simon Charles, who were cozied up together. Quinn’s dress was last season’s style and seemed oddly familiar.

Before I could say a word, Simon tried to push me away.

“Nikki! I told you to move on. Why can’t you just let it go?”

“Isn’t today the club’s welcome event? I’m still a member of the club, ain’t I? Who says I can’t be here?”