Kestrel's POV
Mr. Hendricks, the chemistry teacher, looks up in shock. "Miss Nightshade! What is the meaning of—"
"I need to speak with Diego," I cut him off, my eyes finding Diego at the back of the lab, his perfect blonde hair and Sally Royal Hockey jersey making him stand out among his peers. "Now."
Diego has the audacity to look confused, his blue eyes widening in feigned innocence. "Kestrel? What's wrong?"
"Outside," I say through gritted teeth. "Unless you want me to discuss how you stole my exam answers in front of everyone."
A murmur runs through the class, students exchanging glances and whispers. Diego's expression hardens for a split second before smoothing into concern.
"Mr. Hendricks, may I be excused?" he asks, his voice perfectly respectful. "It seems urgent."
Mr. Hen
