Admit it. You were.

You sigh sadly and hang your head down. "I'm sorry. I was."

You expect to hear her get mad. To tell you to leave or that you can just go away. But you hear nothing. You look up and see she walked a bit closer, a puzzled look across her face. "You know... Not alot of guys admit when they've done wrong. Especially not young ones that are kinda cute." she says with a bit of a grin moving across her face. "Whats your name?"

"Matthew Everton ma'am" you say, rubbing the back of your neck nervously as you talk to her. You know deep down you were very close to fucking up, so you know you need to be careful with what you say.

"Hmmm yeah. I remember your name. I saw it on my 8:00 Am class. Guess you got unlucky having English early?"

You smile and chuckle a bit, thinking of what to say.