My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193 Finding The Public Test Loophole

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The font shrank. The language grew archaic. These pages contained the original founding documents of Crestview Prep. The school opened in the nineteen fifties. The founders established specific traditions. Over the decades, the administration modernized the front

half of the handbook but left the back half untouched.

I traced my index finger down a column of text.

My finger stopped.

A specific heading caught my eye. The words sat buried beneath a dense section on library etiquette and alumni donations.

“Read this,” I whispered. My pulse spiked. A jolt of pure adrenaline flushed the exhaustion from my veins.

Ryder leaned in. He followed the line of my finger.

“Appendix G. Section Fourteen. Paragraph C, Ryder read. He narrowed his hazel eyes, focusing on the small text. “The Academic Tribunal.”

I pulled the book closer to the light. I read the paragraph out loud. The words felt like a lifeline thrown into a dark ocean.

‘In the event of a disputed major examination, a student possesses the right to request a formal academic tribunal. The student must demonstrate extenuating circumstances that prevented a fair assessment of their intellectual merit. The tribunal requires the student to submit to a public, oral examination before a panel of senior faculty members. The public score replaces the disputed written grade.”

I stopped reading. I looked at Ryder.

The air in the room felt charged. The heavy, suffocating defeat from an hour ago vanished.

“A public test,” Ryder stated. A slow, sharp smile spread across his face. He saw the exact same potential I saw. “A verbal exam. In front of

the teachers.

“It is a loophole, I said. The excitement made my voice tremble. “The modern rules prohibit retaking a written test. But this old clause allows a student to bypass the written format entirely. If I invoke this rule, I can stand in front of the science department and answer the biology questions out loud. I can prove my knowledge.”

“You can recite the entire textbook from memory,” Ryder pointed out. The pride in his voice anchored my racing heart. “You can answer complex equations without a calculator. A verbal test is your perfect battleground.”

“If I pass the tribunal, my ruined midterms disappear, I reasoned. The plan formed with rapid speed in my mind. “The faculty issues a perfect score. I reclaim my grade point average. I take the top rank back from Chloe.

“And Chloe loses her leverage, Ryder finished the thought. His mind matched my pace. He understood the strategic strike. “If she does not possess the Valedictorian spot, she gains nothing from the blackmail. We destroy her motive. We prove to the school board that you are an academic asset, not a behavioral liability.”

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Chapter 193 Finding The Public Test Loophole

“The board cares about prestige,” I agreed. “A public tribunal showcases intellectual excellence. It forces the administration to acknowledge my merit. They cannot expel a student who just proved she is the smartest person in the building.”

We found the key. We found the hidden exit in the cage of bylaws.

I looked back down at the thick book. I needed to know the exact procedure. I needed to know how to trigger the ancient rule.

I read the next paragraph in the appendix. The adrenaline rush hit a sudden, brutal roadblock.

“Wait, I muttered. My smile faded. The cold reality of the institution seeped back into my bones.

“What is it?” Ryder asked. He shifted closer.

“Institutions never make it easy,” I said. The bitter truth coated my tongue. “There is a catch. Look at the procedural requirements.”

I pointed to the fine print beneath the main clause. The text outlined the specific steps to initiate the challenge.

To invoke an Academic Tribunal, the student must submit a formal written petition to the Board of Directors. The petition must be filed within forty-eight hours of the disputed examination.

“I took the tests this morning,” I said. “I possess until Wednesday morning to file the paperwork. The time limit is tight, but I can write the petition tonight.”

“Keep reading, Ryder instructed. His sharp gaze locked on the final sentence of the paragraph.

I read the final sentence. The words landed like a heavy stone in my stomach. The loophole existed, but the administration guarded the gate with a massive lock.

The petition is invalid without official faculty endorsement. The clause requires the signature of a senior faculty sponsor.

I dropped the heavy book onto my lap.

“A sponsor,” I repeated. The despair threatened to return. “I need a teacher to sign my petition. I need a teacher to stand before the board and vouch for my character.”

“You possess the highest grades in the school, Ryder said. “Every teacher respects your intellect.”

They respected my intellect yesterday,” I corrected him. I met his gaze. The harsh truth sat between us. “Today, I am a suspended student. Today, the administration views me as a fraud who forged a dating contract to manipulate the principal. Any teacher who signs this petition risks their own career. They risk the wrath of the board. They risk crossing Arthur Steinmann and the elite parent

committee.

Ryder set his jaw. He understood the massive political risk. The faculty at Crestview Prep valued their prestigious jobs. They rarely challenged the administration. They avoided the crossfire of the wealthy families.

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