Isla's POV
I was caught, and with my phone clearly in my hands, plugged into Amy's charger, there wasn't a lot I could say that would get me out of this damning situation.
Tessa, I knew, would never help me. She hadn't liked me in the past, and she hated me now. But Amy had been my friend once.
If anyone would offer me mercy in this situation, it was her and only her.
"Amy, please," I said. "I can explain. Please."
But Amy just stared at me coldly, before narrowing her eyes, stepping forward, and snatching my phone out of my hands. "You aren't supposed to have this. I'll be taking it."
"But –"
"You hid a phone?" Tessa scoffed, though she seemed almost pleased, and somewhat excited, that I had done so. "That's worth ten lashes."
I paled.
"Do you remember where lashings are doled
