Chapter 15
Chase leaned back in the chair and scrolled through the i********: feed where Annie and Sarah from the gaming club had spammed shot by shot of them playing Unstable Unicorns. He rolled his eyes as Mike plopped down next to him, just seconds before Professor Whitstein strolled in, soft leather briefcase tucked under one arm. The door swung shut behind her, and instantly the chatter died down. Chase closed i********: and raised his eyes to her.
“Good morning, class,” Whitstein said in her usual dry tone. “You’ll all be happy to hear I’ve graded your papers. Overall, I found the submissions acceptable, aside from a few.” Whitstein’s gaze raked over the room and seemed to linger on Chase for far too long.
No, Chase was imagining it. His paper was good; Mike had raved about it. He
