As soon as the teacher walked out of the room after her class, the classroom erupted into chaos. Students didn’t even wait a full second before the complaints started flying.
“This is all your fault, Camila!” Greg shouted, leaning back in his chair with a glare that could melt steel.
“Yeah,” Mia chimed in, crossing her arms. “If you hadn’t lost your stupid wallet, none of this would’ve happened!”
I groaned inwardly, keeping my face as neutral as possible as I pretended to scribble something in my notebook. Maybe if I looked busy enough, they would forget I existed.
They didn’t.
“Seriously, Camila,” Jake added, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Next time, just glue your wallet to your hand or something. You got half our stuff confiscated!”
Another round of murmurs and groans foll
