Axel was restless during our final exam, poking the pen on his forehead and moving it between his fingers with squinted eyes as he pursed his lips.
An idea popped into my head. I usually didn't help people cheat, but it was Axel, and I could make an exception. We were seated on the far right, and Mrs. Devan, a short woman, took her time walking between the tables.
I kicked Axel's ankle, and it was enough for the broody guy to look at me. I flipped the page out to show him. His lips parted slightly, then turned into a smirk as he copied quickly. I quickly put the page down when she passed by us, pretending to calculate.
My adrenaline spiked as her eyes scanned us for a moment before she strutted around to the far left. Axel's gaze was fixed while he copied the short answers section.
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