Her voice wasn't particularly loud, but in the silence of the classroom, every syllable carried to the furthest corners with perfect clarity.
Whispers erupted almost immediately, rippling through the rows of desks like wind through dry grass.
"Honestly, how unlucky can one person be? He was sitting in the very last row and she still caught him."
"Why do you think everyone calls him a waste? This is exactly why."
"We're in for another show today. Yesterday it was thirty miles of running, and now he gets caught playing with his phone in the middle of Professor York's lecture."
Liam listened to the murmuring wash over him, and rather than feeling any trace of shame, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back in his chair with an easy shrug. "Professor York, you've go
