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Kenneth and Tracy lounged back in their seats, exchanging knowing smirks as they observed Caleb's tense exchange with the man and woman. They often witnessed Caleb being put in such an uncomfortable position, and secretly, they relished seeing him squirm and struggle to maintain his composure. Tracy leaned towards Kenneth, a smirk playing on her lips as she whispered, "Looks like Caleb's in for another dose of humility today." Kenneth chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "He always manages to find himself in these situations, doesn't he?" he replied, his eyes glinting with amusement. They continued to watch with keen interest, thoroughly entertained by the unfolding drama before them. Tracy sat at the table, her initial anger at Caleb for forgetting her so easily still simmering just beneath the surface. She had planned to confront him and embarrass him right there, ready to expose him as the thief of the college. But as she prepared to make her move, Kenneth intervened just i
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Harrold stood tall, his gaze fixed firmly on Caleb, a smug smile playing on his lips. The restaurant buzzed around them, diners stealing glances at the unfolding drama. He adjusted his cufflinks with deliberate ease before addressing Caleb with an air of superiority. "Since you've ruined my girlfriend's dress," Harrold began, his voice carrying a self-assured tone, "I'll give you two options." He paused, enjoying the moment as Caleb raised a skeptical eyebrow in response. "The first option," Harrold continued, his smirk widening with a hint of mockery, "is for you to pay for the dress." He let the suggestion hang in the air, knowing full well that Caleb, from a less affluent background, would likely struggle to come up with the substantial sum. His eyes flickered with anticipation, almost daring Caleb to accept this challenge. Caleb maintained his composure, his expression unreadable as he waited for Harrold to lay out the second option. Harrold's arrogance was palpable, but Ca
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Jake shook his head vigorously, his disbelief evident on his face. "Seriously, mate? That piece of scrap is worth $45,000? I think you've been royally duped. I wouldn't pay $45 for it, let alone forty-five grand!" His tone was incredulous, bordering on comical. He shook his head in disbelief, glancing around as if expecting someone to confirm it was a joke. "I mean seriously,?" Tommy, standing beside him, crossed his arms with a smirk. "Yeah, even if it is worth that much—which I highly doubt—Caleb isn't coughing up for it" Jake nodded vehemently, his expression full of mock seriousness. "Exactly! Just take it to the dry cleaners. They work miracles these days. It'll be as good as new, and we can all move on with our lives. Honestly, you think we're going to fork out that kind of cash for a bit of fabric? Get real. Caleb isn't made of money, and even if he was, there's no way he's shelling out for this." Tommy chimed in again, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah, besides, I be
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The thought of paying off Harrold also crossed his mind, but he had already informed his friends that he could barely cover the bill. Revealing he had an additional $45,000 would undoubtedly lead to questions about his identity that he wasn't prepared to answer. As Caleb weighed his choices, uncertainty gnawed at him. He needed to find a solution that wouldn't compromise his secret, yet would assert his authority over Harrold. It was a delicate balance he had to strike, and time was running out. The girl fumed quietly as Caleb remained still, her impatience growing palpable. "Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath, her frustration clear. "I don't understand why this guy has such an attitude when he's just a delivery boy. Why isn't he kneeling and apologizing already? It's not like he has any real standing to be so defiant." After a few moments of brooding silence, something seemed to dawn on her. She scrutinized Caleb from head to toe with a disdainful expression, as if sud
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"What did you just say to Caleb?" Cassie asked, her voice laced with a subtle sneer. Her eyes narrowed, demanding an explanation while silently warning the woman to choose her words carefully. The woman furrowed her eyebrows as she examined Cassie with a mix of annoyance and surprise. With a resigned sigh, she turned her gaze towards Caleb, her expression contorted into a look of disdain. "If you must know," she began, her voice dripping with contempt, "I said that this man," she gestured towards Caleb with a dismissive wave, "is such a loser. No girl would ever look at him, and he'll definitely be single for the rest of his life... just look at him." She crossed her arms defiantly across her chest, her posture daring Cassie to challenge her further. "Did you just call him a loser?" Cassie asked, her teeth clenched in anger. "Oh, I most certainly did," the woman replied with a smirk. Cassie felt a surge of anger boiling inside her, tightening her fists at her sides. She tried to
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Tracy, Kenneth, and Carl, who had arrived just five minutes earlier, stared at Cassie with perplexed expressions as if she had grown two heads. "What's the relationship between that girl and Caleb?" Carl asked, clearly confused since he didn't know Cassie as well as Tracy did. "Relationship?" Tracy repeated the word tasted sour on her tongue. "It just doesn't add up," Carl pondered aloud. "I mean, look at her. She's beautiful, sexy, dressed in designer clothes—obviously from a wealthy family. Why would she be acting like she's with that loser? It doesn't make sense. She must have better taste than that." Tracy's expression turned sharp as she quickly interjected, "No, they're definitely not together," Tracy retorted sharply, shooting a pointed glare at Carl. The suggestion seemed preposterous to her. It had only been a little over a month since she and Caleb had ended things, and she knew how deeply he had cared for her. There was no way he could move on so quickly and find an
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Harrold fidgeted nervously in his spot, his eyes darting everywhere but towards Cassie. He knew he couldn't defy her—his father would ground him and cut off his pocket money if any of his secrets came to light. Cassie's gaze shifted to Harrold's girlfriend, who stood with brows furrowed, clearly puzzled by Harrold's submissive behavior in front of the woman who had slapped her. The girlfriend, undeterred, stepped forward, attempting to defend him. "Are you trying to threaten my boyfriend? Because if—" she began, but her words were abruptly cut off as Harrold pulled her back. "Keep your mouth shut and behave," he ordered coldly, his tone brooking no argument. The shock of his stern command left his girlfriend speechless for a moment, but she quickly found her voice again, her frustration bubbling over. "But baby...," she protested, her voice rising. "You can't just let her talk to us like that!" Harrold's eyes flashed with irritation as he tightened his grip on her arm. "I said
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"Did they now?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement and a hint of challenge. A look of horror crossed Harrold and his girlfriend's faces. The girlfriend shook her head vehemently, silently pleading for leniency. Cassie's smile turned cold and calculating, a chilling contrast to her usual demeanor. "Well then, it's only fair to demand the same," Cassie stated firmly, her voice cutting through the tension in the air. She turned her gaze towards Harrold's girlfriend, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Kneel and apologize to Caleb right now." The woman glanced desperately at Harrold, silently seeking his support. However, Harrold remained silent, his expression caught between discomfort and resignation. She pressed closer to Harrold, her words barely above a whisper. "H-Harrold..." Silence "Harrold, say something. I'm not going to kneel; it'll be humiliating," she urged urgently. Harrold's jaw tightened visibly, his irritation showing. "Just do it," he muttered throu
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As Caleb began to walk out of the classroom, Professor Hanks reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. Her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and disbelief."Caleb," she said softly but firmly, "I need you to tell me the truth. Did you steal that money?"Caleb looked down at her hand gripping his and then met her gaze. He could see the earnest plea in her eyes, the hope that he wasn't guilty. He took a deep breath, his expression calm and resolute."No, Professor Hanks," he replied quietly. "I didn't steal the money."Professor Hanks studied his face for a long moment, searching for any hint of deceit. Finally, she released his hand with a sigh, a flicker of hope still lingering in her eyes."Alright, Caleb," she said firmly, her grip still strong on his hand. "But don't stay silent like you did here. You need to defend yourself clearly when you see the headmaster. Speak the truth and avoid any unnecessary remarks. I'll do everything in my power to support you,
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Jane’s eyes were fixed on Caleb, desperately waiting for him to say something, to shout, to scream his innocence. But he remained calm and collected, his gaze never wavering from Carl. Carl, noticing Caleb's unwavering calm, smirked and turned to Mr. Henderson. "Here's the proof, sir. Now it's up to you how you deal with this thief." Mr. Henderson glanced at Professor Hanks, who was staring at Caleb in shock, unable to reconcile the calm student with the accusations against him. Mr. Henderson nodded and said, "I can't believe after all this time we've actually caught the thief red-handed. Caleb, come with me to the staffroom. We will discuss further what we should do with you with the rest of the staff." Hearing Mr. Henderson's words, some students nodded in agreement, murmuring among themselves that Caleb should be punished. The accusation seemed to fit with the recent rumors and suspicions. However, those who were close to Caleb, especially Jake, Tommy, and Jane, were filled
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The students stared at Caleb with disgust, their eyes shifting between him and the pouch on his desk. Whispers and pointed fingers only deepened the collective disdain. Many had always harbored suspicions about Caleb, simply because he was poor. Yet, in the last few months, something had changed. Caleb had started spending money freely, treating classmates to dinners in expensive restaurants, flaunting an attitude of newfound confidence. The sudden shift was startling. Now, with Jane's pouch found among his belongings, the students were convinced their suspicions were confirmed. To them, Caleb's recent spending spree must have been funded by stolen money from the college. The atmosphere was thick with judgment, the air filled with murmurs and pointed looks. No one seemed to remember the Caleb who once struggled quietly. Instead, they saw only the image of a thief, their minds made up by the damning evidence before them. "I can't believe it!" another student exclaimed, shock evident
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"Well, Carl, after an hour, you'll regret what you're doing right now, and you will pay for what you have done." Carl narrowed his eyes at Caleb momentarily and chuckled, muttering under his breath, "Is that a threat?" Caleb didn’t bother to respond, his silence conveying more than words could. Carl shrugged off Caleb's words, confident that they were meaningless. What could a loser like Caleb do anyway? Carl's smirk grew as he unzipped the bag. He knew that as soon as the money was found, there would be no escape for Caleb. The whole class fell silent, the only sound being the slow, deliberate zip opening Caleb's bag. Kenneth leaned forward on his desk, casting a quick glance at Tracy, who had a small smirk playing on her lips. They knew that any moment now, their plan would come to fruition. On the other hand, Tommy and Jake watched nervously, their anxiety palpable. But the most anxious of all was Jane, the class monitor. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was
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"I..." Caleb began, weighing his words carefully. Caleb paused for a moment, his mind racing as he processed the situation. He instinctively slid his hands into his pockets, a subtle gesture to calm his nerves. His gaze shifted towards Carl once more, observing the smug confidence etched on his face. It was becoming clear to Caleb that Carl wasn't acting on mere suspicion but had orchestrated this accusation deliberately. The reason for Carl's unwavering confidence in Caleb's guilt pointed to a calculated plan. As Caleb pondered Carl's motives, his eyes flickered briefly to his desk where his bag lay discarded underneath. He couldn't shake the sinking feeling that the money, the very evidence Carl was banking on finding, might have already been planted there. A surge of frustration and anger welled up within him, but he maintained his composure outwardly, preparing to address Professor Hanks and the rest of the class with clarity and conviction. He had been set up. As his
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Professor Hanks's hand slammed down on the table with a resounding thud, instantly quelling the rising chatter that had filled the room. "Silence!" Her authoritative command cut through the noise like a knife, demanding the attention of every student present. Once the room had settled into a tense silence, she fixed her unwavering gaze on Caleb, her expression a blend of concern and determination. "Caleb," she began, her voice firm yet tinged with curiosity, "do you have anything to say?" Her eyes bore into his, silently urging him to speak up and address the accusations that had been thrown his way. Caleb paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before standing up. "What Carl said just now-his analysis of what could have happened-is very reasonable," he began, his voice calm and measured. "However, there is one small thing he seems to have forgotten to mention." Professor Hanks furrowed her eyebrows, clearly intrigued. "And what might that be?" she prompted, her gaze s
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Mr. Henderson straightened his tie with an air of authority, smoothing back a few nonexistent strands of hair as he smiled at Professor Hanks. "Just before you arrived, we may have made some progress regarding the thief," Mr. Henderson announced, his voice projecting across the room. He briefly glanced over at Caleb, who met his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Professor Hanks furrowed her eyebrows, her expression shifting to one of focused curiosity. Stepping closer to Mr. Henderson, she asked in a firm tone, "What progress have you made?" Mr. Henderson's smile widened slightly, relishing the attention from Professor Hanks. Leaning in slightly, he lowered his voice as if sharing a confidential matter. "Before you got here, Carl accused Caleb of being the thief." Professor Hanks's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She scanned the room until her gaze landed on Caleb, who met her look with a disbelief apprehension. Carl stood smugly with his arms folded across his ches
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Mr. Henderson's expression shifted from annoyance to cautious interest. He fixed Carl with a penetrating stare. "You know who it is, Carl? Thrn enlighten us" he demanded, his voice low and serious, cutting through the chatter in the classroom. Carl took a deep breath, steeling himself before speaking again. "It's..." He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. The suspense in the room was palpable, each second feeling like an eternity as everyone waited for him to continue. As tension hung thick in the air of the classroom, Carl stood up abruptly, his face wearing a confident smirk. His words cut through the silence like a knife. "The thief is amongst us," Carl declared, his voice echoing off the walls, "and he is sitting in this room right now!" A collective gasp rippled through the classroom as students exchanged shocked glances. Whispers erupted like a sudden storm, as everyone began to scrutinize their classmates with newfound suspicion. Mr. Henderson, hi
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The professor's glare bore into Jane with unmasked frustration. "Do you have any brains ! Thats what happebscwhen you dont listen!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the classroom walls. "I explicitly warned all students on the notice board to be vigilant with their belongings, knowing there's a thief among us. Yet you, young lady, have managed to have the entire class's fees stolen. And you dare call yourself a class monitor!"His words stung like a whip cracking through the air, each syllable laced with disappointment and accusation. The classroom seemed to shrink under the weight of his condemnation, leaving Jane visibly shaken under the harsh spotlight of Professor Henderson's scrutiny.Jane stood frozen under the professor's harsh gaze, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to find her voice amidst the palpable tension in the room."I... I'm sorry, Mr. Henderson," she stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I... I didn't mean to... I thought... I thought it would be s
