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Jessica never did pay the class fee in the end.
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Because Brady “accidentally” mentioned that his headphones broke again.
She had to work two part–time jobs to buy her beloved boyfriend the latest Apple headphones as a surprise.
Meanwhile, Sarah volunteered to take charge of managing the class fund in front of our advisor, Spaghetti. I watched coldly from the sidelines, not bothering to compete with her.
In my previous life, Sarah had secretly misappropriated class funds when she was class president.
She used the money to buy a batch of knockoff bags and jewelry, creating a rich girl image on Facebook.
When the time was right, she’d sell them at tempting prices in the campus secondhand groups.
Afraid of being exposed, she specifically targeted girls from modest backgrounds for transactions.
She even secretly swapped out my authentic items, mixing real and fake goods for sale.
Back then, I thought she was just being vain, and to maintain
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dorm harmony, I didn’t confront her directly.
This time, I’m going to make her cough up every dirty penny she earned!
When the marks on my jewelry box showed clear signs of tampering, I knew the time had come.
I pulled up a post I’d saved long ago and proactively suggested to our advisor that we organize a class team–building event to strengthen friendships.
The advisor readily agreed, and most classmates in the group chat voted in favor.
Sarah was initially indifferent, even mocking me in the dorm for only knowing how to kiss up to the advisor.
It wasn’t until I reached out asking her for the class fund that she panicked:
“For a class team–building event, we can just play games on the field. Why do we need to spend money?”
“We can’t just have everyone sit around doing nothing. We need to prepare water and snacks, plus buy game props and prizes.”
I explained patiently, savoring her flustered expression.
“That still doesn’t require so much money. Two hundred dollars
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would be enough!”
“Everyone paid into this class fund specifically for activities like this. Two hundred wouldn’t even cover drinks, and besides, this amount was approved by group vote.”
Seeing my firm stance, Sarah fell silent.
I stared at her coldly. There had been plenty of empty delivery boxes in the dorm these past few days–she’d definitely already started spending money on inventory.
“In that case, let me handle the purchasing. All this money transferring back and forth is such a hassle.”
Sarah replied through gritted teeth.
“Fine.”
I agreed readily.
The bigger the mess you make, the uglier your downfall will be.
