She Called Me a Cheat, But the Principal Begged Me to Enroll Chapter 08

She Called Me a Cheat, But the Principal Begged Me to Enroll Chapter 08

That afternoon, the all–school assembly filled up 

early. 

Plenty of teachers and students had disliked 

Madison Blake for a long time. 

Madison had never been subtle about it. If a boy 

broke a rule, she laughed and called him spirited. 

If a girl did the same thing, she cornered her in the 

hallway and picked her apart until the girl could. 

barely lift her head. 

She attacked everything from appearance to 

character. 

Once, a student had cramps so bad she could 

barely stand straight and asked for half a day off. 

Madison called her dramatic and asked, loudly 

enough for half the corridor to hear, whether she 

was performing for attention. 

It was not as if no one had complained about her. 

Every complaint had been buried by student 

affairs. Dean Miller always claimed Madison was 

strict because she wanted to protect the school’s 

atmosphere. 

On top of that, Madison knew exactly how to act soft and harmless in front of male teachers and 

male students. Many people did not want to make 

an enemy of her. 

With male teachers, she used overly familiar 

nicknames, as if she were flirting her way into a private joke with each of them. She seemed determined to make every man on campus notice 

her. 

The female teachers, on the other hand, did not 

want to waste a single extra word on her. 

If a female teacher got her nails done, Madison 

would rush over and lecture her about vanity. If a 

female teacher changed perfume, Madison would 

make sarcastic comments and ask whether she 

had gone out with some man the night before. 

Everyone had tried to stay professional, so no one 

had openly fought with her before. 

But today, before the assembly even started, 

people were already talking. 

“She deserves this. Watching Madison get 

exposed is so satisfying.” 

“That poor student got tortured by her. I heard her face was injured, and she got accused of cheating 

in the race too.” 

“Madison picked the wrong target. That girl was 

personally recruited by the principal with a full 

scholarship. A public apology is honestly getting 

off easy.” 

Even a few male colleagues who had usually been 

close to Madison spoke up. 

“Ms. Blake really does target students. I don’t 

know what her problem is. Can’t she just do her 

job?” 

“Also, she always stands way too close to me. I 

have a family. Does she not understand 

boundaries?” 

“She cakes on so much powder she looks like one 

of the plaster casts in the studio.” 

The assembly began. 

Madison stood at the microphone, her hands 

trembling around the stand. Every few sentences, 

she turned toward me and bowed, her voice breaking just enough to sound rehearsed. 

“Ava, I know I was wrong. Can you give me one 

more chance?” 

At the same time, the school website and team bulletin board updated with a clarification 

statement. 

My bib number, official chip number, start record, 

finish record, and every split time were released to faculty and students. 

The so–called boys‘ spare chip had never been 

linked to my name. It had never entered the 

women’s open division results system. 

Some students had already started streaming the 

assembly in real time. 

Combined with my earlier emergency livestream, the story exploded across the city all over again. 

So the whole cheating scandal was just a teacher 

smearing a student? 

Madison Blake? Please. Everyone at Riverton 

knows she is the campus pick–me. 

That student was probably too good, and Madison 

got jealous. 

Ava’s full race record is right there. Splits, bib, 

official chip. Everything matches. What does a 

boys‘ spare chip prove? 

Ava went to our school. She earned every portfolio 

piece and every lap. She does not cheat. 

Ava, if that school treated you like this and you 

want to come back, we will always welcome you. 

The comments were full of insults toward 

Madison and sympathy for me. 

Soon, people online started choosing sides. 

They’re only making her give a toothless public 

apology? 

If the school does not actually punish this teacher, 

maybe the principal does not need to keep his job. 

either. 

The comment section on the school website was 

flooded. 

Some people demanded the full race timing. 

records. Some demanded surveillance footage. 

from the gym and stairwell. Others dug up 

Madison’s history of targeting female students 

and favoring male students. 

For the first time, Riverton’s polished reputation 

was dragged online and taken apart piece by 

piece. 

Principal Harris sat onstage, his expression darker 

than a storm over the track.