After Rebirth My Class Beauty Led Cheating and I Stayed Silent Chapter 10

After Rebirth My Class Beauty Led Cheating and I Stayed Silent Chapter 10

June 12th.

The official statement from the state testing authority was released.

It came out a day earlier than it had in my last life.

Probably because the number of students involved was bigger this time.

Back then, I stopped Sienna before the plan ever went through, and she was the only one who ended up disciplined by the school.

This time, forty-two students had used the devices simultaneously. The scale was too big. The response moved faster.

I read the statement on my phone three times.

Official Statement Regarding the 2024 SAT Cheating Incident at Briarwood Public High School

Following investigation, it has been confirmed that Sienna, female, age eighteen, a senior in Homeroom 7 at Briarwood Public High School, organized a coordinated examination fraud ring during the 2024 SAT involving a total of forty-two students from her own class and neighboring sections. The students used concealed wireless transmission devices to receive answers in real time through hidden earpieces from outside test solvers.

Radio surveillance equipment on site identified abnormal signal sources on the afternoon of June 7. The students involved were immediately detained for questioning following the conclusion of the session. Following interviews and review of electronic evidence, all parties connected to the case

have now been identified.

Under applicable state and federal law concerning organized academic fraud and criminal conspiracy tied to standardized testing, primary organizer Sienna has been taken into custody. The remaining forty-two students involved will be subject to the following penalties under statewide

academic integrity rules:

All SAT scores from this administration are invalidated.
They are barred from all future SAT administrations and related state-administered academic
exams for three years.

The violation will be entered into each student’s permanent academic misconduct record.
The case remains under further investigation.

I set my phone down.

My fingers felt cold.

Not from fear.

It was the language.

The numbers.

The blunt legal weight of it all.

The whole thing was so clinical, like a scalpel slicing straight through the futures of forty-two people.

Three-year ban.

Eighteen plus three.

Twenty-one.

By the time they were allowed to take the SAT again, they would be twenty-one-year-old repeat

applicants saddled with a federal cheating record, competing against kids fresh out of high school.

How many of them would survive that?

I didn’t know.

And I didn’t care to know.

An hour after the statement went up, it was everywhere.

Number one on the trending list.

The comments were a bloodbath.

People were cursing the students, blaming the parents, and tearing into the school’s

administration.

Others were exposing the outside ring that provided the devices.

No one was blaming me.

Because no one knew I existed.

I was just a good student. Room 201 in Building C. Seat 07. Clean testing record. No abnormal

signals.

In every report, every case file, every article, I was no one.

By noon, the parents’ group chat had exploded.

Mom’s phone kept buzzing with gossip, hindsight, and relief.

People saying they had always known something was off with our class.

People saying thank God your daughter wasn’t involved.

When she finally put her phone down, there was a haunted look in her eyes.

“Did you already know they were planning to cheat?”

I looked up at her.

“Mom, why would you ask that?”

“Instinct.” She sat down beside me and placed a hand on my knee.

“You felt off those last few days before the test. Quieter than usual.”

I lowered my eyes.

“Whether I knew or didn’t know,” I said, “I didn’t participate. That’s what matters.”

She stared at me for a long time.

Then she wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me in.

“You did the right thing,” she said, her voice thick. “No matter what you were thinking back then,

you did the right thing.”

I leaned against her shoulder and closed my eyes.

I said nothing.

That afternoon, Delaney came over.

The second she stepped through the door, her eyes were already red. She pulled me onto the couch

and shoved her phone toward me. “Look.”

It was a video.

Someone had filmed it outside the school. Brielle’s mother was on her knees in front of the

administration office, crying and begging the principal to do something, anything.

Brielle stood beside her, gray-faced and hollow, like she’d been sculpted from paper.

In the comments below, people had already found Brielle’s social media accounts.

The online mob had started.

Delaney took her phone back and spoke softly. “Tessa… do you ever think that if somebody had stopped it back then, maybe…”

She didn’t finish.

I looked at her.

“Delaney.”

“Yeah?”

“In my last life, I did stop it.”

She froze.

“…What?”

I leaned back into the couch and looked toward the edge of the curtain, where the breeze kept lifting

the fabric.

“It doesn’t mean anything,” I said. “Call it sleep-talking.”

She parted her lips like she wanted to press me, but one look at my face stopped her.

I probably didn’t look good in that moment.

I didn’t know what expression I had on.

But it definitely wasn’t a smile.