She Knows The Truth

It is another day in school. Noah and I are sitting in English class, we are waiting for Mr William to come. Sir comes inside after a few minutes, places a cup of coffee on the table and leaves, telling us that he will be back in five minutes.

I turn to Noah and see him looking at the coffee cup with a grin that screams PRANK. Oh no, not again.

“Noah, no, whatever you are thinking, don’t do it. You don’t want to add another detention to your record, do you?” I try to persuade him. 

He looks at me, the grin on his face never leaving. He simply gets up, goes to the table and does a 360-degree check to make sure no one is watching him. He lifts the coffee cup and takes a chewing gum out of his pocket, chews on it for a few seconds, and sticks the chewed gum on the table and places the cup on top of it and presses it firmly. He tries to move the cup, and it doesn’t even budge. I can actually see the steam from the coffee. Mr Willia