Pre-Admitted Genius Accused Of Cheating

I secured my spot at the elite Ivy Academy with the highest rank in my grade.

On the day the admission letters arrived, everyone was celebrating my success.

Suddenly, a guy who had failed his exams threw a massive fit on campus.

He even brought reporters to live-stream my supposed downfall.

He screamed that I didn't deserve my spot and that my grades were all fake.

He claimed my family paid someone to take the SATs for me to get that letter.

He even pulled out a stack of fake evidence, swearing I was a fraud.

The internet went wild instantly.

Teachers and students around me began to whisper as the cameras pointed at me.

He stood in the center of the crowd, gloating, waiting for me to be ruined.

I watched his little performance and let out a soft laugh.

I was a pre-admitted scholar.

While the rest of the country was sweating over exams, I was at home packing.

I was getting ready for the Ivy Academy's freshman elite camp.

I never even stepped foot in an exam hall, so how could I have used a proxy?

Dexter Vance's face was beet red as he screamed into the camera.

"Look at her! This is Elena Sterling!" he yelled.

"Her top rank is a lie! She cheated on every single test!"

"She paid someone to take her finals! Look at herDshe can't even afford designer clothes."

"How could someone from her background get into an Ivy? She's a total fraud!"

I wanted to explain that I was the sole heir to the Sterling medical dynasty.

I was only hiding my identity to focus on my studies in peace.

I didn't buy expensive prep books because I had mastered the material years ago.

But before I could speak, reporters shoved microphones into my face.

"Elena, Dexter claims your grades are fake. What's your side of the story?"

"Ivy Academy is the most prestigious school in the country. Aren't you afraid of prison?"

"The internet wants the truth. Are you just going to stay silent?"

The crowd's murmurs grew louder with every question.

"She's pretty, but I guess she's rotten on the inside," one girl whispered.

"I heard hiring someone to take exams costs a fortune. Maybe she's a sugar baby?"

I stared coldly at the reporters.

"You are broadcasting my face without my consent," I said.

"Do you realize you're violating my privacy and image rights?"

The reporters froze for a second.

Dexter immediately jumped in front of them, acting like a hero.

"Freedom of the press! They are exposing the truth!"

"You've committed a crime and now you want to gag them? You're scared!"

I looked at the screen of one of the phones.

The comments were scrolling so fast they were a blur of insults.

Trashy people come from trashy backgrounds! I knew it!

Ivy Academy needs to revoke her admission. Don't let her stain the school!

She should be banned from education forever. What a disgrace!

I let out a sharp scoff and looked at the reporters.

"Fine. I hope you don't regret this."

"Once this stream ends, I will be suing every single one of you."

The reporters' expressions shifted, but the lure of views kept their cameras rolling.

Dexter held up some grainy, fake photos of a girl in an exam hall.

"The law? You're the one going to jail!" he barked.

"I have the proof! I'm tearing that mask off your face today!"

I looked at him with total calm.

"You call me a fraud, but how do you plan to prove your words are true?"

Just then, a man stepped out from the crowd.

It was Coach Burke, the PE teacher.

He had a stern, righteous look on his face.

"Dexter is telling the truth! I can vouch for him!"

"Elena Sterling is a quiet student, but she never cared about her studies."

"She skipped classes all the time!" he announced to the cameras.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

Last month, Coach Burke had collapsed on the field with a severe heart attack.

I was the one who saved his life using my family's secret pressure-point techniques.

Since then, he had always nodded at me kindly and even bought me drinks.

I never expected him to bite the hand that fed him.

I could see a flicker of strange, dark hatred in his eyes.

"That's not all. Her private life is a total mess!" Burke added.

"She'd sneak out of the dorms at night to hook up with sketchy men!"

"She's a disgrace to this school's reputation!"

"As an educator, I can't stay silent anymore. I have to expose her!"

The crowd exploded into insults and mockery.

I suppressed my anger and kept my voice icy.

"Do you know the legal consequences of defamation, Coach?"

Dexter laughed. "The law? Coach Burke is just telling the truth!"

"You're just a dirty girl playing at being class valedictorian!"

He reached into the crowd and dragged a girl forward.

It was my roommate, Chloe Miller.

"Tell them! Tell them everything you saw! Don't be scared!"

Chloe looked up with watery eyes, her voice trembling.

"Elena and I shared a dorm room this year," she started.

"She she used to hide under her covers every night to take photos of herself."

"She would video chat with strange men and say disgusting, spicy things."

"I tried to stop her, but she threatened me to keep me quiet."

I felt a wave of coldness wash over my heart.

Chloe came from a broken, impoverished home.

Her father was a violent alcoholic who left her covered in bruises.

I was the one who used my family's herbal salves to heal her skin.

I was the one who sent people to warn her father to never touch her again.

I felt sorry for her, so I shared my food and lent her all my notes.

I even knew she did well on her exams, so I'd arranged for my family to sponsor her.

I was going to pay for her entire four years of college.

Even though she was lying, I didn't want her to ruin her life.

I took a step forward, trying one last time to reach her.

"Chloe, take back what you just said," I said softly.

"I took those photos to study medical anatomy and pressure points."

"If you continue with this lie, your future is over. You'll never leave your father."

"Think very carefully about this."

To my surprise, she flinched back as if I were a monster.

"I'm not lying! I saw a guy with bleached hair pick you up on a motorcycle!"

"I'm not the only one! Lots of students saw it at the back gate!"

The crowd erupted with voices of agreement.

"Yeah! I saw it too! It was always late at night!"

"That guy looked like a total thug! He had a huge bike!"

My gaze turned sharp as I studied Chloe and Dexter.

They rarely spoke to each other at school.

Why was Chloe risking her entire future to help Dexter ruin me?

Something was very wrong here.

Dexter saw my silence and thought I was defeated.

He stepped toward me, looking down at me with pure disgust.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

"You're just a piece of trash pretending to be a saint."

"Ivy Academy? In your dreams, sweetheart!"

I looked at his pathetic, smug face and nodded slowly.

"You're right about one thing. A guy did pick me up on a motorcycle."

"But he's not a thug. He's my childhood sweetheart."

"He's also the reigning world champion of the Formula One circuit."

The entire yard went silent.

The live-stream comments froze for a second before exploding.

Wait, what?! A world champion?

The champion this year is Jaxson Thorne! He's worth millions!

A billionaire heir dating a poor girl like Elena? No way.

She's such a liar! Who would believe this?

Dexter blinked at his phone and then burst out laughing.

"Keep dreaming, Elena! Keep making up stories!"

"You're so poor you don't even own a single designer bag."

"How would you ever meet someone like Jaxson Thorne?"

He puffed out his chest, looking incredibly proud of himself.

"You couldn't even get a guy like me. You're delusional!"

I couldn't help it. I actually laughed out loud.

"A guy like you? What exactly are you?"

Dexter stood tall, his voice filled with unearned confidence.

"I'm from a wealthy family! My parents make fifteen thousand a month!"

"We own a two-bedroom apartment! I'm a rich kid, obviously!"

I had to bite my lip to keep from howling with laughter.

Dexter saw my silence and grew even more arrogant.

"You're ruined anyway. No school will take you now."

"But since your family is so poor, I'll be generous."

"I'll pay you five hundred a month to be my personal assistant while I retake my exams."

"Once I get into a real college, I'll take you out to see the real world."

The comments section was filled with praise for him.

Dexter is such a nice guy for helping her after all this.

He failed his exams but his character is top-notch.

Five hundred is too much for a fraud. She should rot.

I looked at the screen and sneered.

"Dexter, the person who will be ruined today is you."

"And you're the one who will never be accepted into any school again."

His face darkened. "Still acting tough? You're finished!"

I smiled.

"What you don't know is that I'm a pre-admitted student. I never took the SATs."

Everyone froze in shock.

Dexter stared at me, then laughed as if he'd heard the funniest joke ever.

"This school doesn't have a pre-admission program! You're lying!"

I tilted my head. "Just because it's not public doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"I won the National AI Design Gold Medal, which secured my spot at Ivy..."

Dexter cut me off brutally.

"Proof! Show us the proof!"

I didn't feel like wasting any more words.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a gold-embossed folder.

I held it high for everyone to see.

Dexter's eyes widened, then he let out a weird, cackling laugh.

"Fake! This is photoshopped! You can buy these for fifty bucks online!"

Chloe stepped forward again, looking heartbroken for me.

"Elena, I didn't want to humiliate you like this. We were friends."

"But I can't let you keep lying to yourself."

"I'll testify! This document is a fake created by Mr. Henderson!"

"I saw her in the homeroom teacher's office. She was taking his clothes off!"

"The things I saw they give me nightmares every single night!"

The crowd gasped in horror at the new scandal.

The reporters swarmed me, shoving cameras into my personal space.

The comments were spiraling out of control now.

Oh my god! A scandal with her teacher?!

This girl is pure evil! She needs to be expelled!

Call the police! This is disgusting!

Suddenly, Mr. Henderson pushed through the crowd.

He stood in front of me, roaring at the cameras.

"Shut up! All of you are lying!"

"This admission letter is real! It has the official state seal!"

"And I have nothing but a professional relationship with Elena!"

He turned to me and whispered urgently.

"Don't worry. The Principal is on his way."

I pulled out my phone and sent a single text to a pinned contact.

"Did you see the stream? You know what to do."

The Principal coming alone wouldn't be enough.

If they wanted to make this a circus, I'd give them the main event.

Suddenly, Coach Burke lunged forward.

He slammed a fist into Mr. Henderson's face.

"You're a disgrace to teachers! You have a wife and you're sleeping with a student!"

"I've worked here for years and I've never heard of pre-admission!"

"You're just helping her cover up her crimes!"

He pinned Mr. Henderson to the ground, hitting him repeatedly.

The crowd scrambled back in fear.

The reporters were thrilled, filming every second of the violence.

Just then, a group of strangers burst through the school gates.

They were screaming at the top of their lungs.

"We're from the internet! We won't stand for this girl's filth!"

"We're here for justice! We're going to clean up this town!"

Dexter raised his arms, rallying the mob.

"Yes! Everyone, let's teach her a lesson!"

The situation turned into a riot.

Water bottles, trash, and stones began flying toward me.

Mr. Henderson tried to protect me, but Burke was still beating him.

In the chaos, Chloe leaned in close to my ear.

Her voice was cold and venomous. "Elena, you're going to rot in the dirt where you belong."

Before I could react, Dexter grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward him.

He had a twisted, victorious smile on his face.

"You're done, Elena. You're just a used-up piece of trash now."

"But if you get on your knees and beg, I might save you"

He didn't finish his sentence.

The roar of a massive motorcycle engine drowned out the screams.

A fleet of ten black SUVs tore into the courtyard, stopping in a perfect line.

Dozens of massive bodyguards in black suits jumped out.

They moved with military precision, pinning the rioters to the ground.

The Principal stepped out of the lead car, his face pale with fury.

"What the hell is going on here?!" he bellowed.

Behind him followed a group of men in expensive, authoritative suits.

An older man with white hair stepped forward, his presence commanding silence.

"I am the Commissioner of Education, Arthur Vance," he said.

"Elena Sterling's admission was personally reviewed and signed by me."

"Does anyone else want to question her spot? Step forward now."