Misc. Erotica College Ordeal - Breaking A College Topper

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Chapter 3: Echoes Of Resentment

The sun had barely risen, but the air was thick with anticipation. 

The day of the entrance exam for engineering had finally arrived, and the weight of it hung heavy over the city. 

For months, students had prepared, poured over textbooks, attended cram sessions, and sacrificed sleep for the sake of this single day. 
For many, it was the gateway to their future, the first step toward their dreams. 
But for Rashid, it was just another test.

The examination hall was a sprawling building, its white walls gleaming under the early morning sun. 
A large banner hung above the entrance, welcoming candidates to the prestigious State Engineering Entrance Exam. 
The hall was surrounded by neatly trimmed lawns, but the serene beauty of the grounds contrasted sharply with the chaos unfolding at the gates.

Parents and students began arriving hours before the scheduled time. The parking lot was filled with cars, and the sound of idling engines hummed in the background. 
Parents stood outside the gates, their faces etched with worry and hope. 
Some clutched prayer beads, their lips moving silently as they prayed for their children’s success. 
Others tried to reassure their kids, offering last-minute advice or simply a warm hug.

Inside the hall, the atmosphere was electric. Hundreds of students milled about, their eyes scanning the rows of seats, each labeled with a candidate number. 
The air was thick with the scent of fresh paper and the faint tang of nervous sweat. 
Students sat in clusters, some flipping through last-minute notes, others closing their eyes and taking deep breaths. 
The sound of rustling paper and hushed whispers filled the room, punctuated by the occasional cough or the creak of a chair.

While others were visibly nervous, their shoulders hunched and their hands trembling as they clutched their admit cards, Rashid walked in with a swagger that bordered on arrogance. 
His eyes were calm, almost amused, as he scanned the room. 
He had cheated his way through other exams, relying on friends, forged sick notes, and even the occasional bribe to get by. 
But this was different. This was the entrance exam, and it was not so easy to cheat his way through it.

He noticed a girl sitting near the front, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her eyes darting toward the clock every few seconds. 
Beside her, a boy was frantically flipping through a notebook, his brow furrowed in concentration. 
Rashid smirked to himself. These people were so stressed, so serious. 
He, on the other hand, had barely studied. 

His gaze wandered around the room, taking in the sea of anxious faces. He felt a surge of superiority. 
These people were so worried, so scared, while he was perfectly calm. He knew he didn’t need to study. 
He knew how to get by without putting in the effort. And besides, he had a plan. 
If things got too tough, he would find a way to get the answers. He always did.

He found his seat near the back of the hall, his name printed neatly on a piece of paper placed on the desk. 
As he sat down, he couldn’t help but notice the girl sitting in front of him. 
She was someone he had seen around campus before, but they had never spoken. 

She had a confident air about her, the kind of confidence that didn’t need to be loud or showy. 
She wore a pair of round spectacles that framed her sharp features, and her dark hair was tied back into a tight ponytail, revealing a determined expression. 
Her clothes were simple but practical—baggy jeans, a fitted graphic tee, and a black jacket that gave her a tomboyish vibe. 
But it wasn’t just her looks that caught his attention; it was the way she carried herself. 
She exuded an aura of self-assurance, as if she knew she was going to ace the exam without breaking a sweat.

As Rashid settled into his seat, he couldn’t help but kept staring at her. 
She was flipping through her notes with a calm intensity, her eyes scanning the pages with a focus that bordered on obsession. 
He noticed the way her fingers tightened around her pen, the way her jaw clenched as she read. 
She seemed completely unaware of the world around her, completely absorbed in her own little bubble of determination and focus.

Rashid’s smirk widened as he watched her. She was so caught up in her studies, so consumed by the need to do well. 
He, on the other hand, had barely opened a book in the past year. 

Rashid watched her for a moment longer, then quickly looked away, shoving the distraction aside. 
He had more pressing matters to attend to—like figuring out how to use his chits without getting caught.

The invigilator walked to the front of the hall, a stack of question papers in hand. 
"You may begin," he announced, his voice firm and authoritative.

The room erupted into the sound of rustling papers and scratching pens. 
Rashid's hands trembled slightly as he unfolded his question paper. 
His eyes widened as he scanned the questions—most of them were nothing like what he had prepared for. 
Panic set in, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. 
He fumbled through his pockets, his fingers brushing against the crumpled chits he had hidden there.

But as he glanced around nervously, he realized he did not understand the questions at all.
How would he then use the chits. 
He was on his own.

Desperation took over, and his gaze drifted back to the girl in front of him. 
She seemed to be answering the questions with ease, her pen moving swiftly and confidently across the paper. 
Rashid's mind raced—he had to find a way to get her attention. 
Maybe she could help him. Maybe she would spare him a few answers.

He cleared his throat loudly, hoping she would turn around. When she didn't, he tried again, this time coughing deliberately. 
The girl shifted slightly in her seat, her expression unreadable. 
Rashid persisted, tapping his pen against her desk in an uneven rhythm. 
Finally, she turned her head, her eyes narrowing slightly as they met his.

Rashid mouthed a question, hoping she would understand. To his relief, she tilted her head slightly, her gaze softening. 
But before he could say another word, she turned back to her paper, her posture stiff. 
Rashid frowned, confusion giving way to frustration. 
Why wasn't she helping him? Didn't she understand who he was?

But Rashid couldn't let it go. He tried again, his whispers growing more urgent. 
The girl's irritation turned to frustration. Each time he disturbed her, she felt a surge of annoyance. 
She was here to prove herself, to show that she belonged in this hall of learning, and Rashid's interruptions were a threat to her focus.

He leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper. 
"Hey," he said, trying to get her attention again. "Can you help me out here? Just one question?"

The girl sighed audibly, her shoulders tensing. She turned to him once more, this time her expression clear. 
"Can you please focus on your own paper?" she whispered sharply, her eyes flashing with irritation.

Rashid felt a sting of embarrassment, but his desperation overrode it. He tried again, this time more insistent. 
"Just one answer," he pleaded, his voice louder now. "I'll do anything."

The girl's expression hardened. She turned fully around, her hands resting on the back of her chair. 
"I said, focus on your own paper," she hissed, her voice low but firm. 
"This is my final exam, and I'm not going to let you ruin it for me."

Rashid's face darkened. How dare she dismiss him? He leaned in, his whispers now laced with malice. 
"You think you're so smart, don't you? Well, you're not better than me."

The girl's eyes narrowed. She could feel the weight of his anger, but she wasn't intimidated. 
She knew her worth, and no one was going to take that away. 

She tried to stay calm, to focus on her paper, but it was no use. 
Rashid’s constant disturbances were chipping away at her concentration. 
She felt her mind fogging, her thoughts scattering as she tried to ignore him. 
She glanced at the clock on the wall, willing the hands to move faster, but time seemed to be crawling. 
She just wanted to finish the exam, to walk out of the hall with her head held high, but Rashid was making it impossible.

And then, in a moment of pure frustration, she turned to him. 
Her eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. 
Rashid’s expression was a mixture of desperation and defiance, his jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with anger. 
Her face was calm, but her eyes betrayed her fury. She mouthed a single word: “Stop.”

For a moment, Rashid hesitated. He seemed taken aback by her intensity, by the sheer force of her gaze. 
But then, something inside him snapped. He leaned in closer, his voice low but venomous. 
“Or what?” he hissed. “You’ll tell on me? Go ahead. I’ll make sure you regret it.”

She felt a chill run down her spine. There was something in his tone, something that made her blood run cold. 
It wasn’t just a threat; it was a promise. She felt a momentary wave of fear wash over her, but she didn’t back down. 
Instead, she did the only thing she could think of. She raised her hand.

The invigilator, a tall, imposing man with a stern expression, noticed the movement immediately. 
He walked over to their row, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. 
Rashid was leaning back in his chair, trying to look innocent, but She’s expression told a different story.

“Is everything okay here?” the invigilator asked, his voice low but firm.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yes,” she said quietly. 
“But he’s been disturbing me throughout the exam. He’s been trying to cheat, and when I didn’t help him, he started threatening me.”

The invigilator’s eyes snapped to Rashid, his gaze piercing. “Is this true?” he demanded.

Rashid shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “No, of course not. She’s just trying to distract me because I’m doing better than her.”

But the invigilator wasn’t fooled. He had seen it before, the way some students tried to cheat, the way they tried to manipulate others to get ahead. 
He took one look at Rashid’s desk, his eyes scanning the surface, and then he saw it—a small piece of paper, partially hidden under Rashid’s thigh.

Without a word, the invigilator reached down and picked up the paper. 
It was a chit, filled with notes and formulas, and it was clearly Rashid’s. 
The invigilator’s expression hardened, and he stood up straight, towering over Rashid.

“Get out,” he said, his voice cold. “Leave the exam hall immediately.”

Rashid’s face turned red with anger. He slammed his fist on the desk, making She jump. 
“This isn’t fair!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the silent hall. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”

But the invigilator didn’t budge. He stood firm, his arms crossed, as Rashid’s anger boiled over. 
Finally, realizing there was no point in arguing, Rashid stood up, his chair scbanging against the floor. 
He glared at her, his eyes filled with venom, and then he turned and stormed out of the hall.

As the door slammed shut behind him, She felt a wave of relief wash over her. It was over. 
She could finally focus on her exam, on the questions that had been waiting for her attention. 
But as she turned back to her paper, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end. 
Rashid’s anger was palpable, and his parting glance had been filled with a promise of retribution.

She tried to push the thought aside, focusing on the questions in front of her. 
But the memory of his eyes lingered, a constant reminder that she had just made a dangerous enemy.

After what felt like hours, the exam finally ended. She gathered her things and filed out of the exam hall with the other students. 
She was relieved to be done with the exam, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. 
She had a sense of unease, a feeling that Rashid wasn't finished with her yet.

As she stepped out of the exam hall, she noticed Rashid waiting for her by the entrance. 
He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed into a glare. 
Beside him stood few of his friends, towering over her with menacing expressions.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what was happening. 
She tried to walk past them, but Rashid stepped in front of her, blocking her path. 
"Well, well, well," he sneered. "Look who thinks she's so smart."

She stood her ground, trying to keep her voice steady. "Let me go," she said firmly.

Rashid laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. 
"Or what? You'll report me again? You think you're better than everyone else, don't you?"

"I just wanted to take my exam in peace," she replied, her voice rising. 
"You were the one who cheated and disturbed me."

Rashid's expression darkened. He took a step closer to her, his fists clenched. 
"You think you're so perfect, don't you? But you're not. You're just a snitch, a coward who can't even help someone out."

She felt a surge of fear as Rashid's friends moved closer, trapping her. 
But she refused to back down. She had done nothing wrong, and she wasn't about to let Rashid intimidate her.

"I did what was right," she said, her voice steady. "Cheating is wrong, and I won't let you ruin it for everyone else."

Rashid's face twisted with anger. 
"You think you're so right, don't you? But you're not. You're just a selfish, stuck-up—bitc..."

Before he could finish, she had slapped him. 
The sound echoed through the hallway, drawing the attention of passing students. 
Rashid's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he just stared at her.

Then, his anger surged again. "How dare you!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the corridor.

But the girl stood her ground, her eyes flashing with defiance. 
"I dare because I'm not afraid of you," she said. "You can't intimidate me. I did what was right, and I'll do it again if I have to."

Rashid's face burned with rage, but he knew he was losing. 

Rashid’s face twisted with rage. He wanted to hit her back, to make her pay for what she had done. 
But something inside him stopped him. Maybe it was the crowd that had gathered.
Whatever it was, he knew that he couldn’t do anything else. Not now, not here.

So, with a growl of frustration, Rashid turned and walked away, his friends following closely behind. 
The girl watched him go, her heart pounding and her hands shaking. She knew that this wasn’t over.

Rashid stood outside the campus gate, his anger and frustration boiling over. 
He had never been so humiliated in his life, and he couldn’t believe that the girl had slapped him in front of everyone. 
He wanted revenge, and he wanted it badly.

As he paced back and forth outside the gate, he couldn’t help but think about the girl. 
Because of her, he had been thrown out of the exam also.

“Who does she think she is?” he muttered to himself. 
“Does she think she’s better than me? Well, she’s not. And I’m going to make sure she pays for what she did.”

But as he thought about her, he realized that he didn’t even know her name. 
He had seen her around, had heard people talk about her, but he had never really paid attention. 
Now, he wished he had. Knowing her name would have made it easier for him to track her down, to find out where she lived, to make her pay.

He glared at the group of friends sitting nearby, his pride wounded. "What's her name?" he demanded through gritted teeth, his voice low and menacing.

The friends exchanged nervous glances. 
"We... um... she was sitting right in front of you," one of them stammered. "Maybe it's something similar to your name?"

Rashid narrowed his eyes. "Like what?"

One of them shrugged. "Rashida? Rashleen? ...Rashmi?... Rashi?"

Rashid's frustration grew with each guess. He didn't know her name, but he vowed to find out. 
He would make her regret this moment of defiance. 
Revenge burned in his heart, determined to uncover her identity and teach her a lesson.

And as he walked away, his anger still burning inside him, he vowed to take care of her. 
One way or another, he was going to make her pay.

His hands clenched into fists, and his jaw tightened as he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with frustration. 
"What is it?", he thought to himself.

"Rashida? Rashleen? ...Rashmi?... Rashi?"