And those photos of me—especially the ones taken in the dorm—only a roommate could have shot those.
The security guard waved his hand impatiently.
"Enough. You're not going to settle this standing here arguing, and you're causing a scene."
"All of you, come with me to the campus security office. I'm calling your faculty advisor to deal with this."
Right before we left, Susan deliberately caught my arm, her voice all comfort and concern.
"Don't be scared, okay? Just explain everything to them clearly."
She let out a sigh, shaking her head with exaggerated regret:
"You know, I noticed ages ago you'd be up in the middle of the night giggling under your covers... I really should have said something. How could you lead someone on like that?"
I gave her one cold look.
Now I was certain.
Nobody scrambles that hard to shift the blame unless they're the one who did it.
I shook her hand off and turned to the guard. "Fine, let's go. But I didn't do this, and I'm not admitting to a single word of it."
Didn't everything online require real-name registration now? Whoever owned that account—how hard could it be to trace?
My mind was clear.