I Give Up on the BL Novel's Male Leads - Chapter 15
“Alisha.”
Then Alisha, whom I had seen during yesterday’s astrology class, stepped forward and went to my desk. She reached out as if rummaging for something and then,
“This! This is my wallet!”
The class buzzed with whispers.
‘If you’re not marrying into a higher-ranking family, they’ll all be above you. So, please, don’t cause trouble and just bear it. It’s better for our Thierry family if you just endure.’
My focus on grades wasn’t just about scholarships.
If I let my grades slip and grew up mediocre like other noble offspring, I would never be able to live my life on my terms.
“Ha…”
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“So, you’re still going to deny it? Thief.”
Willai’s triumphant look was as ludicrous as a toad to me.
“Withdraw. A beggar like you doesn’t deserve to be in the same academy.”
“Ah, good. I won’t have to see such a miserable sight anymore.”
“How did something like you even make it to first grade?”
They were gleefully chattering amongst themselves when I finally spoke up.
“Really, such an obvious tactic.”
Their expressions turned fierce.
“It happened yesterday. Do you think it’s normal to still keep it in the drawer now?”
Alisha opened her mouth in confusion.
“It, it might have been difficult to take it!”
“Why? Isn’t it stranger to leave it in the desk drawer when you leave school? Doesnât the classroom get emptied after classes anyway? And youâd leave it there too?”
Pressing Alisha with questions, she looked desperately at Willai for help.
“Youâre just stupid because youâre a beggar!”
“Am I the stupid one, or is it you, forcing such absurdity?”
“Hey! The wallet came out from your desk!”
Willaiâs shout silenced the already quiet classroom.
It was too late to just endure. Enduring wouldnât change anything.
“You were all around my desk before I got here. How do we know you didnât put it there in the meantime?”
“Yes! The wallet! Came out! From your desk!”
Every time Willai pressed on my forehead, my irritation grew.
I slapped his hand away and looked him straight in the eye.
“And do you have any evidence that we put it on your desk?”
“Yes, I do. I saw it.”
Damon interjected. I knew Damon wasn’t in class until I arrived.
So, it was clear he had inserted himself into the conversation without having seen anything.
“Let’s assume that’s true. Alisha said she saw you enter class 10 and then go up to the rooftop. What about that?”
Willai quickly changed his narrative when Damon joined in.
“Damon, you bumped into us at the cafeteria, so you weren’t with this beggar, right?”
At Willai’s words, Damon frowned.
“All this fuss over a wallet? Should I buy you one? Are you the beggar here, making such a scene over something so trivial?”
Damon scoffed, mocking the situation.
“This is serious. This beggar claimed he’d withdraw if proven guilty.”
“Who decided that?”
Damon stepping in seemed to worsen the situation around me.
It looked as though I was indeed the culprit, and my friend Damon had to step in to calm things down.
When I asked him to step back for a moment, Damon remained silent.
“Alisha, you said you saw me going up to the rooftop.”
“Yes. I saw it clearly.”
Class 1 was at the very end of the building.
To go up to the rooftop or to another floor, one had to pass by Class 10.
“What color was the cloth I used for my lunchbox yesterday?”
“Uh?”
“You know, the cloth I wrapped my lunchbox in. What color was it?”
Alisha’s brown eyes flickered in confusion.
“It’s strange. You should have seen that color.”
I glanced briefly at the curtain. The curtains in the class changed colors with time, and at that moment, they were a vivid red.
“I saw it. It was red, right?”
Alisha fell for it too easily, draining me of any remaining anger.
“Ah, yesterday, I didn’t wrap my lunchbox in a cloth.”
“Ah…”
“You all saw me holding my lunchbox, didn’t you?”
Alisha looked even more flustered as she stared at me.
Hoping she would now tell the truth, I stayed silent, giving her a cold look. Then Willai spoke up.
“It doesn’t matter. She may have forgotten.”
“Why is it not important? If it’s such a crucial memory, it shouldn’t be forgettable, right?”
Willai retorted with a red face.
“Alisha said she saw you yesterday! What does the lunchbox’s color matter?”
“Did you really see it, Alisha? Did I really steal your wallet?”
“Uh? Uh… I’m sure I saw it.”
As I was about to respond, taken aback by the absurdity.
“Hey!”
Startled by the deep voice, I turned around to see Edwin entering just in time for class, glaring fiercely.
“Move.”
“Huh? Oh, yes.”
As Edwin took his seat behind me, everyone moved aside, glaring at me once more.
“Youâre a thief. This is why you’re a lost cause.”
