Me: You left your screwdriver here. I lift the tool and flip it in my hand as my students walk in. One giggles that Kade Mitchell looked at her, and her friend mentions how angry he was, which only made him appear hotter. Another girl fans her face like she’s close to passing out. My phone dings, informing me the message has bounced back, and I roll my eyes with a tut. Still blocked, it seems.
