The Last Test I’ll Ever Take - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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Their whispered plotting sent chills down my spine. How could the classmates I'd spent three years with turn out to be such vicious predators?
I finished solving the problems quickly and tugged at Emmet's sleeve, silently pleading with my eyes for him to help me.
He jerked his arm away with a cold glare, then addressed the group. "Jessica can't die—we still need a scapegoat." Everyone had worn gloves earlier when handling the exam papers, but now Emmet seized my wrist and forced my bare hand onto them, leaving my fingerprints behind.
"Now," he announced, "Jessica's the one who stole the papers."
His voice was calm, calculated. "If everything goes smoothly, we all get what we want—Glasgow, Caledonian, top-tier universities. But if this blows up, Jessica takes the fall. We'll say she was so desperate to get into Glasgow, she resorted to theft."
I stared at him, stunned. This couldn't be the same Emmet I'd known since childhood.
He shoved my face away. "Quit looking at me like that. They were going to kill you—I'm the one who saved your life."
It was June, but I felt like I'd been plunged into an icy abyss.
The others murmured among themselves before nodding in agreement.
I watched helplessly as Emmet's cousin snatched up the papers—now bearing my prints—and bolted.
My classmates circled me like vultures, their voices dripping with warning. Don't try anything. Don't fight back.
We all attended the same school, but they'd gotten in through connections—I was the only one who'd earned my place. With their families' influence, they ruled this town. If I resisted, they'd crush me like an insect. Even my parents would suffer.
So I spent that night in a numb haze while my classmates feverishly memorized the answers I'd written.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Aren't we friends?" I whispered to Emmet.
He scoffed. "Friends? With someone like you? If it weren't for your grades—for letting me copy your homework all these years—I wouldn't even waste my breath on you." His lip curled in disgust. "People like you exist to be used. Pray our plan doesn't fail, because if it does, you're the only one who'll burn for it."
His words shattered me.
In the days leading up to the exam, I was a mess—jittery, sleepless, drowning in dread. The teachers mistook it for nerves, but I knew better. This was despair.
Humans are greedy. My classmates swore they'd deliberately miss a few questions to avoid suspicion, but I knew better. In the end, they'd go for perfect scores. And if a dozen students from one school suddenly aced the exam? The truth would explode.
I had to save myself.
But how? I had no power, no connections—just my fingerprints on stolen papers.
Then it hit me.
Make it big. Bigger than they can control.
Their influence ended at the county line. But I could take this to the provincial capital. If that failed, I'd go straight to the national authorities.
I needed a press conference—one loud enough to echo across the entire province.
That way, no one could silence me.
I finished solving the problems quickly and tugged at Emmet's sleeve, silently pleading with my eyes for him to help me.
He jerked his arm away with a cold glare, then addressed the group. "Jessica can't die—we still need a scapegoat." Everyone had worn gloves earlier when handling the exam papers, but now Emmet seized my wrist and forced my bare hand onto them, leaving my fingerprints behind.
"Now," he announced, "Jessica's the one who stole the papers."
His voice was calm, calculated. "If everything goes smoothly, we all get what we want—Glasgow, Caledonian, top-tier universities. But if this blows up, Jessica takes the fall. We'll say she was so desperate to get into Glasgow, she resorted to theft."
I stared at him, stunned. This couldn't be the same Emmet I'd known since childhood.
He shoved my face away. "Quit looking at me like that. They were going to kill you—I'm the one who saved your life."
It was June, but I felt like I'd been plunged into an icy abyss.
The others murmured among themselves before nodding in agreement.
I watched helplessly as Emmet's cousin snatched up the papers—now bearing my prints—and bolted.
My classmates circled me like vultures, their voices dripping with warning. Don't try anything. Don't fight back.
We all attended the same school, but they'd gotten in through connections—I was the only one who'd earned my place. With their families' influence, they ruled this town. If I resisted, they'd crush me like an insect. Even my parents would suffer.
So I spent that night in a numb haze while my classmates feverishly memorized the answers I'd written.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Aren't we friends?" I whispered to Emmet.
He scoffed. "Friends? With someone like you? If it weren't for your grades—for letting me copy your homework all these years—I wouldn't even waste my breath on you." His lip curled in disgust. "People like you exist to be used. Pray our plan doesn't fail, because if it does, you're the only one who'll burn for it."
His words shattered me.
In the days leading up to the exam, I was a mess—jittery, sleepless, drowning in dread. The teachers mistook it for nerves, but I knew better. This was despair.
Humans are greedy. My classmates swore they'd deliberately miss a few questions to avoid suspicion, but I knew better. In the end, they'd go for perfect scores. And if a dozen students from one school suddenly aced the exam? The truth would explode.
I had to save myself.
But how? I had no power, no connections—just my fingerprints on stolen papers.
Then it hit me.
Make it big. Bigger than they can control.
Their influence ended at the county line. But I could take this to the provincial capital. If that failed, I'd go straight to the national authorities.
I needed a press conference—one loud enough to echo across the entire province.
That way, no one could silence me.
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