Gemotions

The professor’s voice, a steady drone, filled the room. Another student’s work, lifted directly from a website. Another accusation of academic dishonesty. But everyone was looking at me, I could feel it. Especially Liam.

Liam, with his carefully cultivated image of the brilliant, hard-working student. I glanced at his face, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. My skin prickled with a cold sweat. He knew.

I squeezed my hands, hard. This wasn't fair. I had poured hours into my own research. He was clearly attempting to make me look bad. But how?