Circe was not only the prettiest in her class, but also the belle of Hexad’s. She was the center of attention wherever she went.

She walked toward Darryl. Everyone’s eyes were on Darryl as she walked toward him. Extending her arm, she demanded, “Darryl, return my phone.”

That morning, Evelyn dialed the Newmans to inform Circe that Darryl had her phone.

What? Darryl took Circe’s phone?

Everyone was partly confused and partly shocked.

Darryl awkwardly handed the phone back to Circe. “I’m so sorry,” he chuckled. “I wanted to return it to you last night, but you had already left.”

He thought of the excuse last night.

“Why would my phone be with you?” she frowned.

She was outraged. Darryl had her phone the entire night, so he must have had gone through her phone! Circe rarely got angry, but she was fuming.

She glared at Darryl. Any ordinary person would have cowered in fear, but Darryl calmly muttered, “I picked it up.”

Picked it up?

Circe was suspicious. “Impossible,” she snap