Devin's POV
Mr. Thayne was handing our essays back, and I was soiling my pants. If I got over 80%, my phone stayed with me; if I got lower than 80%, my life was pretty much over. I tapped my foot on the ground as he called up students one by one. I looked at Danny across the room, and she smirked when she caught my eye. She’d definitely want to see me phone-less for a month, even if she helped me write the essay.
"Devin," Mr. Thayne called. I held my breath and slowly walked up to him. When I reached his desk, he gave me a big smile. Good sign, right? "If I didn't know any better, I thought you plagiarized," he said. I stared at him in shock and mild confusion. Did he insult me?
He called Danny afterwards and we shared looks while passing each other. Both of us didn’t look at our marks
