A Student Needs Her

Sitting there, trying to work out what she should do, she suddenly catches the eye of a student at the back of the class, his hand raised.

Clearing her throat for a moment, she smile at him. "Yes Mr. Pierce?"

"Can I talk to you... privately... miss?" Pierce asks.

Panic begins to well in Miss Rowe's mind, technically she's not supposed to let students out of their seats half way through a test, but what can she do?