-Ezra Fitz-

I closed the door and gestures for Y/n to sit down at her table. I sigh disappointed. I pull out the essay from yesterday.
“I know you didn’t write this essay, Y/n” I scolded her.
“And that was a poor attempt even. I can see the watermark on this text!” I shake my head
“What’s going on? You’re usually my best student.”

He's mad at you for cheating on the essay