New Phone, Sugar Daddy Rumors

“I noticed this bag on orientation day. You’re so vain—buying something this expensive. If I were your parents, I’d be too ashamed to show my face.”

“Jessica, has no one ever told you it’s illegal to go through someone else’s belongings?” I snapped, lunging to grab it back.

She acted like my anger didn’t exist. “Why shouldn’t I call it out? You earned that money the dirty way. Look at me—I survive on the bare minimum, a sandwich and a small side every day, just a few dollars total. That’s what real self-reliance looks like, not sleeping with men for designer brands.”

Her words struck a chord with the crowd.

“Exactly. Head to toe in designer gear—she’s thrown her dignity away.”

“Be like Jessica, simple and honest. She works hard, takes extra shifts if she has to. At least she’s not selling herself.”

The voices around me grew harsher, and my face burned.

The commotion finally drew in our dorm manager and Ms. Thompson, our advisor.

“What’s all this noise? Everyone back to your rooms. Explain what happened, or I’ll write you all up for misconduct.”

I thought justice had arrived at last.

But then Jessica spoke up sweetly:

“Ms. Thompson, Emily spends money on designer brands because she’s being spoiled by an older man. Yesterday a bunch of us saw her step out of a luxury car.”

“That was my dad,” I fired back immediately.

“Your real dad? That man looked polished, successful—no way he’s related to you,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising.

Ms. Thompson’s expression hardened.

“Emily, you may be at an age where you care about fashion, but how could you compromise your morals for money? Do you realize our university is competing for the Best Campus Award this year? You’ve brought shame to us all. I’ll have to report this to the administration and ensure you’re disciplined.”

Jessica raised an eyebrow smugly.

“See? Even Ms. Thompson agrees. Stop denying it. I once knew a girl who dropped out after marrying an old man for nice clothes. I just don’t want you to end up the same way.”

Hearing that, Ms. Thompson softened her tone toward Jessica:

“Exactly, Emily. You should learn from her instead of straying down the wrong path.”

With her words, any lingering doubt disappeared—everyone saw me as the guilty one.

I clenched my fists. “Ms. Thompson, without investigating, you’re branding me a criminal? If you want proof, just have my father come here. But condemning me without asking questions—is that your job?”

“You expect me to investigate further? I’m already being lenient by just reporting you quietly. If you stop now, maybe it’s just one note in your record. But with that attitude? Expulsion might be the only option.”

I glared at her authority.

“Ms. Thompson, what gives you the right to expel me?”