Season 1 · Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The Sweet Lie
The photocopied pages hit the hallway floor, and Élise heard her name die on a hundred lips.
“Explain this.” Nathan’s voice cut through the crowd, sharp as the autumn wind through the chestnut trees. He held up a sheet—her calculus test, Tuesday’s exam, with answers circled in the same blue ink that now stained her fingers.
“I didn’t—” Her voice cracked. The word came out a whisper, swallowed by the marble walls.
Camille stood beside him, blonde hair catching the pale light, tears trembling on her lashes like she was the one who’d been wronged. “I trusted you,” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I let you sit next to me. I thought you were my friend.”
The crowd rippled. Someone gasped. A boy Élise had never spoken to shook his head, disgusted.
“I never touched your paper.” Élise’s hands shook. She could feel the stares peeling her apart, layer by layer. “Camille, you know I didn’t.”
Camille’s lip quivered. It was perfect—too perfect. “You copied my answers. Every single one. Even the mistake in question three.”
*Question three.* Élise’s heart stopped.
She hadn’t made that mistake. She’d solved it correctly, cleanly, in her own cramped handwriting. But the evidence—the circled answers, the matching error—that wasn’t hers. That was Camille’s work, Camille’s handwriting.
How could she have—
The realization hit her like a fist to the chest. Only Camille had seen her practice test. Only Camille had known her study habits, her nervous habits, the way she double-checked her work before submitting.
This wasn’t a mistake. This was a blueprint.
“She’s lying.” Élise’s voice broke on the last word. She turned to Nathan, desperate. “Ask her how she knows my handwriting. Ask her why she was in the library Tuesday after I left.”
Nathan’s jaw tightened. “Don’t,” he said quietly. “Don’t drag my sister into your mess.”
The teacher appeared at the end of the hall—Dubois, his gold-rimmed glasses glinting. He looked at the paper. Then at Élise. And for one suffocating second, even he seemed to hesitate.
Nobody believed her.
Élise clutched her satchel and walked, the whispers following her like a funeral march.
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