Zach slapped me the moment he came home after school.

"Zara Livingston, did you buy bootleg shoes for me on purpose to make me look like a fool in front of everybody?"

Zach looked darkly at me.

"No, I didn't. I really did buy it from the link you gave me. You can check my cell if you don't believe me."

I quickly showed my cell to him.

"Could this store have delivered a bootleg copy of the shoes?"

"That's impossible. That's the official store. They wouldn't sell bootleg shoes."

"I have no idea how it happened."

Hah! How could I have no idea? I was the one who made the switch.

Many people loved those shoes. If I sold it online, it would be sold in a heartbeat.

I looked cautiously at Zach.

"Why don't you buy another pair? You can say that Tom Scanlon made a mistake and made you think your shoes were fake. You can head to the official store to prove that your shoes are real."

"But I don't have any money left. Do you still have money from your scholarship?"

"I don't have any more left either. That money isn't enough for shoes. I had to add in my savings to get them for you."

As I looked at the troubled look on his face, I gave it some thought.

"You can ask Dad for the money. Dad has a lot of money. I saw him with lots of cash in his room just a few days before.

"He dotes on you a lot. He'll give you the money."

Zach's face brightened when he heard my words.

"Let me think about it. You don't need to interfere with this anymore. Go into your room."

When I saw how excited he looked when he entered John Livingston's room, I decided to wash my hands of this and quickly entered my room.

It would not be nice of me to ruin his plan.

After all, even Zach knew that John would never give him so much money.

It was a few days later when I saw him with the real shoes. I tried my best not to smile.

When John returned home that night, I went up to him to ask him a question in a small voice.

"Dad, our teacher said that I have to pay 320 for the exam. I don't have that much money. Can you give me some?"

John frowned when he heard that I wanted money.

"Didn't you just receive money from your scholarship? Why isn't it enough?"

"I spent it all. I bought something a few days ago."

My voice got increasingly smaller as my head hung lower.

"Don't even think about it. I won't give you the money. Let this be a lesson to you to not be such a spendthrift."

"Dad, the teacher said that I would receive 5 thousand as a reward if I managed to get first place. Can you loan me the money? I'll return the money once I get the reward."

I looked at him and pleaded.

"Fine! All you do is waste my money. Remember to give me half of your reward."

He glared at me and went inside the room to get the money.

"Come in here, Zara Livingston."

I quickly went inside when I heard how angry John sounded.

"Did you steal my money? You're a little thief. How can you do something like this and steal from your father?"

He dragged me over while speaking and slapped me several times.

"It wasn't me, Dad. I've never been into your room."

I explained while struggling. That was strange. Why was he so sure it was me? He even hit me without a second thought.

"It really wasn't me, Dad. I wouldn't dare take your money!"

"Who else could it be but you?! You saw me when I came home with the money."

No wonder. He had noticed that I saw him that day.

"It really wasn't me, Dad. Zach! Could it be Zach? You know I'd never dare do such a thing."

My words only made him angrier. He began to hit and kick me.

"How dare you malign your brother. He's a good boy, He would never steal my money."

I looked up and saw Zach looking at me threateningly from the crevice of the door. I pointed and him and shouted.

"Dad, Zach recently bought a pair of branded shoes. It's worth thousands. He must be the one who took the money."

John finally stopped when he heard this.

"Come out here, Zach."

Zach slowly opened the door and walked into the room. I took the opportunity to run into this room.

I took out the shoes from the corner of his closet.

"Look, Dad. It's these shoes."

I placed the shoes in front of John.

"Talk. Where did you get the money to buy those shoes? Did you steal the money?"

I looked at John interrogating Zach and secretly sent a message via my cell.

Zach's cell rang the next second. I quickly picked up the call.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hi, Miss. We're looking for Mr. Zach Livingston."

"He's right here. Please speak."

"It's like this, Miss. Mr. Zach Livingston bought a pair of shoes from our store a few days ago. We're calling to get his feedback…"

John looked at me as I pointed to his room. I quickly asked.

"How did Mr. Zach Livingston pay for the shoes?"

"He paid using cash, Miss. May I know if there are any problems?"

I watched as John's face slowly turned grim from the answer. I quickly hung up and backed away slowly.

The next thing I knew, he was kicking Zach to the ground. He picked up a broom from the living room and went over to Zach.

Zach's screams could be heard but all I did was return to my room without a care.

My classmate's acting was pretty good. We sat next to each other in class and I decided to heap praises on her in class the next day.

I wanted Zach to become the laughingstock of the school.

He had come up with a plan to get Tom to have this way with me and get caught.

After that, he used his status as my brother to admit that Tom and I were in a relationship. It got me expelled.

Now that I caused him to get beaten up by John, Zach must hate me even more.

I had to be prepared.

Thursday afternoon was phys ed. That was the day when Zach framed me.

I had just returned to my seat and was planning to pack up and get to phys ed when my classmate, who sat next to me, called out.

"Zara! Zach Livingston stopped by and went through your cell. Be careful. He looked like he was up to no good."

I looked at her in surprise. She had not warned me about this in my past life. I figured this out by checking the messages on my cell after I got expelled.

"Got it. I might need your help again. Can you help me take note of what time Zach was here?"

"Sure. I'll do that."

Even my classmate got more adorable after I returned to this timeline.

It was no surprise when the teacher told me to get some things from the storage room.

I felt relieved when I saw the storage room door open slightly. I walked over to the room.

However, I did not enter the room but stood close to the door. I looked around and saw no one.

I decided to pack up whatever I needed from outside.

There was a slam and the door was closed.

The next thing I knew, someone put his arms around me.

I quickly dodged the person and asked.

"What are you doing, Tom Scanlon?"

"Nothing. Didn't you ask me here? I had no idea you were into this."

He started removing his clothes while speaking.

I quickly stopped him. "Stop it. What are you talking about? I don't understand what's going on."

After that, I hurried to the door in an attempt to escape.

Unfortunately, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"Stop pretending. We need to hurry. Someone will come along soon."

Tom flung me onto a green landing mat and climbed over me.

I had no idea if the security camera could catch our position. All I could do was scream for help.

"Stop it! Stop pretending. You agreed to this. You're acting like I'm forcing myself on you."

"What did I agree to? I have no idea what you're talking about. Is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

Despite saying those words, I looked straight at Tom and winked at him.

My clothes were about to be torn off while struggling from his grip.

I suddenly felt like something was wrong.

Back in my past life, Zach had arrived a few minutes after Tom came in. Why was he not here yet?

Also, the only other person present was not doing anything.

Back then, that person had run off to get others here the second she heard something was wrong.

There might be a change in plans. I started to fight back.

Tom thought I was still playing the part of the unwilling victim in this 'sex game'. It only made him even more excited.

The sound of something tearing was heard and my clothes fell to the ground.

Oh no. This would be the end of me.

While I was struggling, I managed to grab hold of a shot-put and wondered where should I hit Tom to hurt him enough and not kill him.

Laughter could be heard outside the door. The door was opened and I quietly put the shot-put down.

Before anyone realized what was happening, I put on my clothes.

"What are you doing here, Zara Livingston? This is a school, not somewhere for you to go dating. How could you do something like that here?"

Before anyone could say a word, Zach immediately started to malign me.

I looked at the students and teacher at the door while saying pitifully.

"Zach, I'm your sister. Shouldn't you show concern for me about what happened?

"How can you be so sure that we're dating the moment you stepped inside here?"

I looked helplessly at the teacher.

"Please call the police. I was being forced against my will. I did what you told me to get the things needed but Tom Scanlon followed me inside the second I came into the storage room and forced himself on me."

"Let's not blow things up for now. The assistant principal is on his way. We'll investigate this thoroughly. Let's wait for him," the teacher said to Tom.

When the assistant principal arrived, he immediately asked how I was before interrogating Tom.

"Why did you do something like that?"

"Zara Livingston was the one who invited me here. She sent me this message."

Tom handed his cell to the assistant principal.

He was very angry when he read the message and he frowned at Zach while asking him a question.

"Did you know that they were dating?"

"I've heard about it a few times but I didn't really pay attention."

When I saw the assistant principal about to pin me as the guilty party because of what Zach said, I quickly spoke up.

"It's not what you think. We're not dating.

"I have evidence. I turned on my recorder when I realized something didn't feel right.

"It was supposed to be for me to train my listening skills during phys ed, but it's now the only thing that can prove my innocence."

I started searching for the recorder in the room in a fluster.