All Her Schemes Bounce Back: The Cheating Scandal Reversal

The class rep freaked out and shouted frantically, "Call an ambulance! Somebody call an ambulance!"

Travis was writhing on the floor from the pain. His pants were completely ruined, and every movement tore at his skin, causing blood to ooze everywhere.

The crowd was left pale-faced, stunned by the sudden chaos. I was the only one quietly turning a page in my book, watching the scene unfold with an expressionless face.

Comments flooded in again.

"How did this happen? Wasn't the glue supposed to be on Cassandra's chair?"

"She's downright scary! First the note, now the glue?"

"She can't actually do witchcraft, can she?"

Sharon went deathly pale as she watched Travis screaming on the floor, then she turned to me in horror. I lifted my head, locking eyes with her.

I said with a smile, "Sharon, looks like your friend's in pain. Aren't you going to check on him?"

Sharon shuddered. My smile scared her so much that she stepped back, bumping into the corner of a desk in the process.

She whipped her head toward me, eyes wide with terror. "Cassandra, was it you? You did this, didn't you?"

In my seat, I shrugged innocently. "You need proof to accuse others, Sharon. Everyone has been watching the whole time, and there's at least ten feet between him and me.

"How could I have done anything? Do you think I can pour glue from across the room?"

Sharon was left speechless.

Indeed, everyone had been watching, and I hadn't even touched Travis. Still, the bizarre coincidence was enough to send chills down her spine.

That afternoon, Travis was rushed to the hospital for debridement surgery. Apparently, a huge patch of skin had to be removed, so he basically had to say goodbye to school for the semester.

Meanwhile, on the campus forum, the rumors about me went from "scheming woman" to "witch".

The posts claimed that I could cast curses, and whoever messed with me would suffer. Reading all the ridiculous discussions, I simply laughed.

Witchcraft? No, this was just karma.

After the Travis incident, no one in class dared to openly mess with me again. Still, I could tell that the exclusion and isolation were becoming increasingly apparent.

Sharon had also wised up, ditching the direct approach for the victim act.

She posted all sorts of photos of herself studying with captions like, "Even though I've suffered a lot, I'll never give up on my dreams!"

"Even if I only have a tiny chance, I'll still give it my all!"

As I read those posts, I couldn't help but think that the harder she tried, the sadder she looked.

But I knew why she was pushing herself. The final decision for the guaranteed admission spot would be determined after a public evaluation three days from now.

That was her last chance. There was only one guaranteed admission spot for our department this year.

I had it in the bag until Sharon's uncle stepped in, and despite my name being cleared for that cheating incident, the administration still used it as an excuse to put me on review.

As such, the department decided that Sharon and I would compete and be evaluated in front of everyone. Whoever did better would get the spot.

The day before our evaluation, Sharon approached the guy in charge of the AV room, another one of her admirers, named Scott Buck.

They huddled in a corner, whispering for a long time before Sharon handed him a USB drive.

At that moment, the comments went wild. "Here it comes! Sharon gave Scott a virus. Once Cassandra plugs in her USB, her laptop will run automatically.

"This won't just crash her computer. The virus will cause indecent videos to pop up! Haha, it'll ruin that nerd's reputation!"

As I read the wicked plan, I felt nothing.

She wanted to tamper with my presentation? Fine.

Time would tell who would be the ruined one in the end.