The day before our final exams, it was Chloeâs birthday. Chloe, the prettiest girl in our class, the one everyone adored. Her boyfriend, Jason, our class president, suggested the entire class go to a bar to celebrate and blow off some steam before the big day. Somehow, the advanced placement class unanimously agreed. In my past life, as the academic representative, I tried to stop this madness. I told them they needed to rest, that drinking and partying would ruin their performance the next day. Jason just glared at me. “You’re just jealous again.” My classmates sneered. “Stop acting so high and mighty. You’re just mad Jason treats Chloe better than you.” Ignoring their mockery, I begged them not to go. I stayed up all night calling each of them, making sure they were home resting. The next morning, I waited at the exam center under the scorching sun, calling everyone again to ensure they arrived on time. They all performed exceptionally well. But on the day the scores were released, tragedy struck. Chloe had gone to the bar alone that night to celebrate her birthday. She got drunk and was taken advantage of. Unable to cope with the trauma, she attempted suicide. Jason lost his mind after receiving her goodbye call. He rallied the entire class against me. They cornered me on the roof and pushed me off. I died instantly. When the police questioned them, they lied in unison: “She threatened us not to save Chloe. She said anyone who helped her would fail the exam.” “She jumped because she was afraid of getting caught.” The calls I made that night and the security footage of me checking attendance became their “evidence.” I was cyberbullied. A crazed netizen doused my house in gasoline and set it on fire, burning my parents alive. Jason lived next door. He listened to my parents’ screams with his arms crossed on his balcony, waiting until they were dead before calling the fire department. Only after death did I learn that Chloe had orchestrated it all. Reborn, I stood there as Jason held Chloe’s hand, announcing loudly, “See you at the bar tonight!” I put on my backpack and turned to leave. This time, they can party all they want. Iâm done saving ungrateful people. 1 After I died, Chloe started a livestream, shedding crocodile tears: “Even though she bullied me and stopped our classmates from saving me… out of respect for the dead, I forgive her.” “But I’m too traumatized to retake the exam. I’ve decided to go abroad. I’m sorry I couldn’t fulfill my promise of getting into Harvard.” She had always branded herself as the “Beauty with Brains,” determined to attend an Ivy League school. Hearing this, netizens praised her kindness and resilience. She gained a million followers overnight. But the moment the camera turned off, she was laughing in bed with a stranger. “I cheated my way to high scores. If I actually took the test, I would have been exposed. Thank god I came up with this plan. It covers up my pregnancy and gives me a perfect excuse to skip the exam.” “I was planning to trick Jason into coming that night and pin everything on him, but that bitch Sarah ruined my plan. But this isn’t bad. Jason feels so guilty he promised to take care of me and the baby.” Her maniacal laughter cut through my soul like a knife. I wanted to strangle her. But the next second, a familiar voice rang in my ear: “Sarah, what’s with the long face?” “Chloe’s birthday wish is to celebrate with the whole class. She invited you, and instead of being grateful, you’re giving us attitude. Disgusting.” “Chloe is an influencer and still scores higher than you. You only get third place by studying like a nerd. Are you jealous?” “You simped so hard for Jason, but he doesn’t even look at you. Seeing him celebrate Chloe’s birthday broke you, huh?” I froze, realizing where I wasâthe day before the final exams. I pinched myself. It hurt. Tears sprang to my eyes. I was really reborn! Seeing me cry, the classmates who had just mocked me fell silent. “Were we too harsh? She was just trying to help…” Chloe immediately started crying. “Sarah, I didn’t know you hated me this much. Cursing everyone to fail… We’re the AP class. How could celebrating my birthday make us fail?” Jason immediately shielded her, sneering at me: “Don’t worry about us. We aren’t like you, getting scared shitless over a test. Running to the bathroom constantly and failing because of it.” “For geniuses like us, this exam is a piece of cake.” The class erupted in laughter. I clenched my fists, my heart aching. During the placement exams sophomore year, stress gave me severe stomach issues. I kept needing the bathroom, couldn’t focus, and missed the cutoff for the AP class. After the test, I hid in the study hall and cried. Jason found me then, wiping my tears. “I had my mom make you some porridge. I knew you’d be crying. It’s okay, there’s always next time. I’ll tutor you. We’ll go to the same college…” I thought our mutual crush would have a happy ending. Until Chloe transferred in, and everything changed. I took a deep breath and unclenched my fists. Ignoring their laughter, I packed my bag. “You’re right. In that case, I hope you have fun.” I didn’t explode in anger or cry like they expected. Their smiles froze. The fun of mocking me was gone. Someone shrugged and started discussing what to drink. “Fruit cider. Only 3% alcohol, won’t affect the exam.” I scoffed internally. The fruit cider at that bar could knock out an adult with one glass. My dad, a doctor, often treated patients rushed to the ER with alcohol poisoning from that place. In my past life, that was why I tried to stop them. But this time, I wouldn’t interfere. I shouldered my bag and turned to leave. But Jason didn’t look happy. He frowned at me. As I walked past, he grabbed my wrist. “No. You have to come with us.” 2 Everyone froze, looking at me in confusion. “Why bring her? She’s a buzzkill.” Chloe chimed in with her sickeningly sweet voice, “If Sarah comes and we don’t do well tomorrow, she might blame me. That would be so unfair.” Her eyes were guarded. She was terrified I would actually go. If I went, how could she get drunk and pin her pregnancy on Jason? Jason sneered, explaining: “Sarah is manipulative. Remember Memorial Day? The English teacher forgot to assign homework, but she called to ask for it and then texted everyone, ruining our holiday.” The class went silent. Many glared at me. I laughed bitterly. That was a practice test from a top private school. The teacher got it specifically to help us boost our scores. I notified everyone because I didn’t want them to miss out. But my responsibility was their burden. Jason raised an eyebrow. “If she goes home, she might call your parents and snitch.” I finally snapped. “I’m not that bored.” I suppressed my anger. “I promise I won’t interfere or call anyone. Okay? I just want to go home and rest for tomorrow.” I tried to pull my hand away, but he snatched my backpack. “What are you doing!” I screamed, my heart sinking. The next second, he pulled out my exam admission ticket and waved it in the air. My face went pale. I lunged for it. “You’re crazy! Give it back!” Jason held it high, teasing me like a cat, looking down with arrogance. “I don’t trust you. I have your ticket now. If you want to take the exam tomorrow, behave yourself. Don’t ruin Chloe’s birthday.” My eyes turned red with urgency, my voice trembling. “Jason, you asshole!” He paused at the hatred in my eyes, his tone softening slightly. “As long as you don’t snitch, I’ll give it back. Didn’t we promise to go to the same college? Of course I’ll give it back.” “Just don’t ruin Chloe’s eighteenth birthday.” I looked at him, making promises he wouldn’t keep, and my heart sank. Eighteen years of friendship. My future wasn’t as important as Chloe’s birthday party. I was shaking, staring at him. He avoided my gaze, turning to the crowd with a light smile. “Alert over. Everyone can celebrate in peace tonight.” Chloe immediately leaned into him, her voice dripping with honey. “Thank you, Jason. This party is the best eighteenth birthday gift.” Jason’s ears turned red, but he didn’t push her away. He just touched her hair. “As long as you’re happy.” The classmates cheered loudly. “I think the best gift isn’t the party, it’s our class president!” “You’re both adults tonight. A kiss isn’t too much to ask, right?” Jason laughed, “Stop it.” But the affection in his eyes was undeniable. I stood there, watching coldly, digging my nails into my palms until they bled. Laugh. Have fun. Let’s see if you can still laugh in the exam hall tomorrow. I didn’t even want my bag anymore. I turned to leave. But they weren’t done with me. Jason said coldly, “Lock her in the gym.” “Let her out after the party.” I glared at him, struggling violently. “Are you insane! Let me go!” Several boys rushed me, tying my hands behind my back and dragging me to the abandoned gym. They threw me to the ground, scraping my arm. Jason hesitated for a second, but excitement quickly took over. He stomped on my phone until the screen went black. “Stop being jealous and just wait here,” he soothed. “I’m the class president. I’m just helping a classmate fulfill a wish. If it were your birthday today, I’d do the same.” “Just stay here. I’ll come back for you.” Then he shut the door. The heavy iron door slammed shut, plunging me into darkness. I lay on the floor, screaming for help until my voice was hoarse. I don’t know how much time passed before footsteps approached. I scrambled to the door. “Helpâ” The door opened. It was my dad. He rushed in, panic etched on his face, and hugged me tight. “Baby? What happened? I couldn’t reach you, and Jason said you were at the party.” “How could you be partying right before the exam? I knew something was wrong! I came looking for you immediately… I can’t believe you were locked in the school!” “Did Jason do this? I won’t let him get away with it!” Seeing my dad alive and well after two lifetimes, I burst into tears in his arms. Dad was terrified. “It’s okay, don’t be scared. Tell Dad what happened.” “I’m fine.” I wiped my tears, forcing myself to be calm. Stopping Jason’s party now would be letting them off too easy. I wanted them to regret this for the rest of their lives. When my mom arrived and saw my injuries, her face fell. But I just whispered, “I’m fine, Mom. I don’t want to go to college here anymore. I want to study abroad. Let’s move overseas.” In my last life, I gave up an offer from a top foreign university to take the entrance exams for Jason’s “let’s go to college together” promise. And I got a tragic death in return. This time, I didn’t want to bet on him keeping my admission ticket safe. I was giving up on this exam. Back home, I slept fitfully until dawn, nightmares of my past life flashing before my eyes. When I woke up, my pillow was soaked. I dried my eyes, put my SIM card into an old phone, and turned it on. My feed was flooded with updates from my classmates, Jason, and Chloe. In the photos, Chloe leaned into Jason’s chest, looking up with a flushed smile. Jason looked tender. I glanced once and noticed the pile of empty cider cans on the table. Drinking that much… forget affecting their performance, some of them might not even wake up tomorrow. Someone even posted a video of the crowd chanting “Kiss! Kiss!” Jason held Chloe tight, kissing her urgently and deeply. It was disgusting. I closed the video. The newest post was from Chloe, visibly set to “Only Sarah Can See.” 3 I opened it to the sound of grotesque panting. Frowning, I watched two entangled figures. I didn’t need to look closely to know the man was Jason. Chloe’s breathless voice taunted me: “Sarah, Jason said he likes me the most. He’s going to marry me after college. What makes a nerd like you think you can compete?” Then, she sent a photo of my admission ticket, torn to shreds. “I made him choose between us. To prove his loyalty, he tore up your ticket. He said this way he doesn’t have to go to the same college as you, and he has an excuse to dump you.” “Can’t wait to see your breakdown tomorrow haha. Happy gap year~” Even though I was prepared for my ticket to be destroyed, seeing the pieces still made my breath hitch and my chest ache. Three years of tireless effort, destroyed so easily by them. The phone rang in the living room. I opened my door to see my dad looking shocked. “What? Students from First High? The seniors taking the exam tomorrow? Alcohol poisoning? Okay, okay, I’m on my way.” His face was pale and sweaty. Seeing me, he thought I was worried about my classmates and quickly comforted me: “Don’t worry, it might not be your class. I’ll go check. Even if it is, I’ll get them recovered ASAP. Won’t delay the exam.” Looking at his worried face, I remembered my past life. I was so worried about them drinking that I dragged my dad to the bus stop the next morning, just in case someone was hungover and needed emergency help. I never expected those ungrateful wolves to claim my dad was there to help me threaten them. That led to the crazed netizens murdering my family in the name of avenging Chloe. But this time, I would absolutely not let my dad get dragged into this mess. … The next morning, I ate the breakfast my dad made and took a taxi to school. Time ticked by, but the bus stop for the exam shuttle was silent. The teachers’ faces grew darker by the minute. “What’s going on? Is the AP class skipping the exam?” The homeroom teacher arrived, looking haggard, followed by a few pale students. Seeing me, they dodged my gaze, guilt and regret written on their faces. The principal listened to the homeroom teacher’s stammering explanation, his face turning black with rage. “I told you a thousand times! Watch your diet and sleep before the exam! And you go drinking at a bar the night before?!” “Only five people can take the test? The rest are getting their stomachs pumped? Some are in the ICU?!” “Are you crazy? Ruining your lives and burning my career down with you?!” His shouting attracted the attention of parents and media nearby. “Oh my god. We cook carefully for them, and these kids drink themselves into the hospital?” “Partying at a time like this? They aren’t scholars, they’re delinquents.” “My kid has average grades, but at least he’s responsible. Those parents must be furious.” “I’ve been a reporter for years, never seen a whole class drink themselves out of an exam.” Cameras flashed. The principal roared in despair, “I’m ruined! The school is ruined!” The English teacher, who always favored Jason and Chloe, paled. “Where are Jason and Chloe? They were our top prospects for Ivy League!” The homeroom teacher looked down. “Can’t reach them. We called the police.” The principal stumbled, clutching his chest. He looked at me, a spark of hope in his eyes. “Sarah is a good kid. She didn’t mess around with them. We can still save one spot.” I lowered my eyes, feigning regret. “Jason took my admission ticket because he was afraid I’d snitch. He hasn’t shown up, so I probably can’t take the test.” Thud. The principal hit the floor. Chaos ensued. Some took him to the hospital; others took the remaining students to the exam center. I got on the bus. The atmosphere was oppressive. Some were already crying. “My dad is going to kill me… shouldn’t have gone to the bar…” “What do I do? I won’t make the cutoff… it’s all Chloe’s fault…” I stared out the window blankly, listening to their sobs. Didn’t they say they were geniuses? That the exam was just a formality? Now they’re scared of failing? Now they cry? At the exam center, I was denied entry without my ticket. A classmate looked at me with guilt. “Sorry.” Confirming I couldn’t enter, I turned and left. My dad was furious, comforting me while cursing Jason. Before we could leave the area… The news had exploded. Parents of the AP class students started a livestream, issuing a joint statement to call the police and hire lawyers, holding the school, Jason, and Chloe responsible. A scandal like this during exam season broke the internet. Netizens flooded Chloe’s social media with insults, calling her a “disaster.” Chloe, missing all day, suddenly started a livestream. Next to her sat a haggard Jason. Tears streamed down her face. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know this would happen. We just wanted to eat cake. It was my classmate Sarah who insisted on ordering alcohol. She said it was non-alcoholic, so we could drink as much as we wanted.” “We got a bit drunk, but we were sent to the hospital in time. We would have been fine. But Sarah wanted revenge, so she made her dadâthe hospital directorâdeliberately mistreat us, causing the alcohol poisoning.” She nudged Jason. “You’re her childhood friend. You can testify, right?” Jason stiffened. Under her urging, he looked up, eyes struggling, before finally gritting his teeth. “Yes. I can testify. Sarah insisted on ordering the alcohol. She was jealous of Chloe and the talented students in the class. And… her dad really is a doctor at that hospital.” 4 I couldn’t believe my ears. Were they insane? Who would believe such a lie? But the parents, who were just demanding Jason and Chloe be punished, turned their rage toward me and my dad. Smash! A U-lock shattered the car window and hit my dad’s forehead. Blood gushed out. The car stopped abruptly. I slammed into the dashboard, vision blurring. Screams deafened me: “Kill these inhumane monsters! Putting my son in the ICU just to bully a classmate? Pay with your lives!” Others chimed in: “Deserved! A doctor committing malpractice for his daughter? Break his hands so he can never practice again!” I screamed desperately, “We didn’t! Check the cameras! I wasn’t at the bar! My dad wasn’t on duty last night!” Fighting through the pain, Dad crawled over to shield me. “Don’t be scared, Dad’s here.” Tears flowed uncontrollably as I screamed, “You’re being lied to!” My phone lit up. A text from Jason: “Sorry Sarah, Chloe’s family is poor. If she gets sued, she’s done. Your family has money, you can afford to pay. We had to push it on you. Once this blows over, we’ll repeat the year and go to college together, okay?” I laughed bitterly. So that was it. Chloe couldn’t pay, so the parents shifted their target to me. Just because my family had money, they could get a payout from us. “Jason, you bastard! You deserve to die!” The parents dragged me and my bloodied father out of the car, kicking and punching us. Someone started livestreaming. Soon, Chloe and Jason saw it on their screen. Chloe sighed in relief, leaning into him. “Thank you for saving me, Jason.” Jason forced a smile, unable to hide the guilt and panic in his eyes. “As long as you’re okay, I’ll do anything for you.” Amidst the chaos, my mom rushed in, pushing the parents away. She shielded us, roaring, “Don’t touch my husband and daughter!” She held up her phone, voice icy and firm: “The ones who really hurt these students are Chloe and Jason. I’ve posted the evidence online. See for yourselves.”
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