I reach for my calculator, staring at me from the corner of my desk. It was almost begging me to use it, and I just had to. It was only for one problem, and no one will see.
"Excuse me, will you meet me out in the hall?" I look up to see Mr. Wilson, looking like I just spilled coffee all over him.
I put my head down in guilt before standing up and shamefully walking out.
"Look, Mr. Wilson, I- I- I didn't- I w-wasn't-" I stuttered, filled with absolute panic.
Everyone knows Mr. Wilson is the hardest teacher.
He once gave a detention slip to my best friend, Ella, for telling him he couldn't read his handwriting! I swear everyone's blood pressure rises when in that classroom!
"Oh, don't be silly, Megan, I was just going to ask you for the homework. I don't care if you use a calculator on the quiz, but just ask me first next time." Mr. Wilson peacefully explained.
I sighed, all the panic once stuffing in my stomach, was drained and replaced with relief.
Until I realized he said homework.