A group of girls who’d been whispering together saw me and immediately went silent like someone had hit mute, gave each other knowing looks, then quickly scattered.
Even after I walked past, I could still hear muffled giggles and vague gossip.
“That’s her…”
“Never would have guessed…”
“Acts so high and mighty usually…”
I frowned slightly but didn’t pay much attention, just headed straight back to my dorm.
I’d barely put my stuff down and connected to the campus WiFi when my phone started buzzing like crazy.
I opened a few of the usually active group chats, and those disgusting assumptions and malicious headlines immediately hit me in the face.
[BREAKING: Campus Belle Takes Private Jet on Holiday, Sugar Daddy Suspected to be Real Estate Mogul]
Pure on the Surface, Wild Behind Closed Doors? How High–Profile Can a Kept College Girl Get?]
Scandal? Top Student Award Candidate Suspected of Being Kept by Sugar Daddy – Unworthy of Honor!]
The headlines were absolutely shocking. While they didn’t name me directly, keywords like “top student award andidate” and “private jet” pointed straight at me.
Hundreds of replies followed each post, with various “insiders” sharing gossip–some claiming they saw me being mbraced by an old man getting into a car, others saying I’d been kept by a real estate tycoon sugar daddy for ages. All made up, but convincingly detailed.
here were even a few blurry long–distance photos–one showed our family’s relatively understated Mercedes arked at the campus gate with me getting in.
inother was shockingly from before the semester started, showing me talking with my dad at the campus entrance.
he angle was incredibly sneaky–you could only make out my dad’s age and clothing from the distance and angle, vhile I was smiling and talking to him, looking genuinely “close.”
ust then, my dorm room door opened and my two roommates walked in.
‘hey saw me sitting at my desk and were obviously startled, then exchanged a strange look.
Oh, you’re back?”
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One of them pursed her lips, her voice just loud enough for me to hear.
“Some people really know how to put on an act, pretending to be so pure and innocent.”
The other immediately chimed in, her tone dripping with exaggerated sympathy:
“Exactly! Poor Kira was so worried about someone not having a ticket home, even offered to lend her apartment. Turns out she didn’t need it at all–had her own arrangements, right?”
After saying this, they didn’t wait for my response and just started laughing among themselves, like they were protecting some incredible secret.
My heart sank bit by bit–not from fear, but from being disgusted by such underhanded tactics.
No need to guess who was behind this–definitely Kira and Derek’s handiwork.
When they couldn’t attack me directly, they resorted to this filthy method of throwing mud, trying to completely
destroy my reputation.
Just as I was thinking about this, my phone rang. It was the class president, sounding very uncomfortable:
‘Quinn… um… Student Services received an anonymous report about your… well… personal life issues that might reflect poorly, so regarding the outstanding student evaluation, they might need you to… provide an explanation…”
listened calmly and only said: “I understand. The truth will speak for itself.”
After hanging up, I actually smiled.
This was the best they could do.
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