"Yesterday, P'Jeans was accused of cheating on the exam, but there was no evidence."
"Impossible!"
Everyone in the group turned to stare at me. I didn't care that Praewa was dragging me. Three new friends came over to have breakfast with us, but all I cared about was the content of her story, how that bastard wasn't caught for the exam because there was no evidence.
"Of course, the guards searched her phone and didn't find any pictures of the exam."
"But they did take pictures!!"
P'Jeans' pronoun was upgraded to "it" in sometimes.
"Don't be so loud. You're acting all hot-headed like that freshman who accidentally told the teacher."
Praewa didn't even know that person was really me.
"But you came to school wearing a wet shirt and wet hair. Is that a new fashion?"
I glared at the speaker. At this point, no one knew the real reason I was sitting here washing all my clothes until 2 a.m. The dry cleaners downstairs were closed. They looked both crazy and paranoid.
As I sat on the edge of the balcony, I jerked off. That damned guy in the room upstairs had completely disappeared into thin air. As for the culprit, P'Jeans, she had turned and left before I could freak out and scream.
And in the morning, she woke up to a rumor that she wasn't corrupt?
"So, what about P'Jeans' signature..."
"I lied. I never got her autograph."
"Well, the truth is that she's in a different branch than us. Let's get our marketing branch covered first, okay?"
Well, it's better to stop being suspicious easily.
I pouted and stuck my fork into the cucumber on my plate of rice, assuming that it was the pretty but wicked face of the person from last night, the person who had stained my pajamas with pitch-black mud that I had scooped from some random pond, the person who had not been accused of possibly being a liar, the person who had smirked in the midst of their own stupid victory, and the person who had rushed down the stairs in a hurry when it was not even my fault!
"Umm... It's probably a mess."
I don't know who warned me, I don't know her name, but that makes me irritated. Grab the plate and get out of the circle. Being a good person is rewarded with muddy water and a set of students are like this? I will inform the teacher in charge of the dorm that there are seniors. A mentally ill woman lives in the upstairs room.
"Students."
Before I could put the dishes down in the sink, a scolding voice caught my attention, causing my shoulders to twitch. I turned around and saw the female teacher from yesterday shouting and calling my real name, P'Jeans... I mean that damn sister.
"Yes?"
"Come meet me at my room."
"But I have a class at nine."
The teacher's fierce gaze showed no sign of understanding. He led the way towards yesterday's building, leaving me standing with my legs crossed among three or four students staring at me.
What would other people think of a short conversation like I did something wrong? It shouldn't be like this.
"I didn't lie, teacher. P'Jeans... That sister really did take the picture."
"There are no answer key photos on Yolsima's phone."
Now, I became the target of almost everyone in the teacher's room's gaze. It was much harder to accept than anything else I've ever encountered before.
