Chapter 7 " Phones , iPads , computers , watches , cameras - what didn't I buy for you when you asked ? " I challenged , my voice quivering with emotion . " I only now realize that you weren't interested in me from the beginning . You discovered my off - campus project , found out about my side business , and from the start , you were only after my money . " " You kept talking about saving , and then used that pathetic excuse to exploit my love and gain access to my resources . Are you still going to deny it ? " I stared coldly at Rylan as he lowered his head , while a classmate stepped forward to pick up the receipts scattered on the hospital bed . " Holy shit ! The latest iPad ! That's over a thousand dollars ! " Another student picked up more receipts , adding , " What ? A thousand dollar computer , thousand dollar phone - are they made of gold or something ? And receipts from fancy restaurants … so many of them … " Amidst their discussing voices , I turned back to Rylan , my voice rising with each word , " Rylan , do you dare deny that I took you to these restaurants ? That these weren't devices you wanted and I bought for you ? Do you think the pocket change you contributed could buy any of this ? And you have the nerve to say I took advantage of you ?! " But my anger was met only with Rylan's calm demeanor as he looked at me without any trace of panic . " Just because you have receipts doesn't prove you bought them for me , " he said smoothly . " You're the one using the latest phone , eating out every day , and traveling whenever you want . What makes you think you can claim these were for me ? " With practiced ease , he pulled out his own phone , which had visible damage on all four corners and a long crack across the screen . " This is the only phone I use daily . Does it match any of these receipts you're showing ? " His body trembled slightly , giving the impression of someone enduring great injustice . Instantly , Dax shoved me aside , his expression hostile . " First you try to prove your point with fake records , and now you're using fake receipts ? You spent the money on yourself and now you're trying to pin it on Rylan ? We're all in the same dorm - don't you think we know how he lives ? " His voice rose with indignation as he continued , " We've never seen him use any fancy phones or computers . He even has to borrow our laptops whenever he needs to make a PowerPoint presentation . Use your brain - if you're trying to change the narrative , at least bring some actual evidence . " While I stared coldly at Rylan , thinking what an actor he was , I never imagined his performance wasn't just convincing to me , careful around his roommates . By now , some classmates were losing patience . " Seriously , why are you still fighting this at this point ? " one demanded . " If you're so rich , just pay him back ! What's the point of all this talk ? " but he was equally " What did Rylan ever do to you ? He's put in years of effort , and we've all seen how he's treated you . Do you have any humanity left ? " As criticism mounted from all sides , I looked at the classmates surrounding me and sighed deeply before saying , " Do you know why Rylan always uses old equipment ? Because he sold everything I gave him . " Suddenly , a stunned silence fell over the room , finally broken by someone asking , " Wait , what ? This is getting complicated . Do you " You're making things up again , " another accused . Yet I nodded confidently . " Of course I do . " have any proof ? " Not missing the flash of nervousness in Rylan's eyes , I opened the university's second - hand trading platform and clicked on one user's page , showing the record of a recent transaction - a brand new Sony camera . [ $ 1,800 . We're at the same school . Can we meet in person ? ] the message read , with the reply simply stating , [ Yes , we can . ] " This is Rylan's account , " I stated firmly . " After making excuses to get gifts from me , he would quickly sell them on the school's second - hand platform for cash . " Upon hearing this , Rylan became agitated in his hospital bed , demanding , " How can you claim this anonymous account is mine ? What proof do you have that I did this?! " Calmly , I took out the last receipt from my pocket and held it up to show everyone . Chapter 7 " This model is limited edition , matching exactly with this one . In such a small school , what are the chances of two identical limited kajon ca being sold in the same week ? " " The chances might be small , but it's not impossible . " Dax interrupted defensively . I smiled slightly , prepared for this objection . " If that's the case , then what about this ? "