Forgot My Math Book Was Stolen

So yesterday in math class, I told Mr. Jenkins that my calculator was at home, which is totally not true because I carry it everywhere with me like a security blanket. I did this because the guy sitting next to me kept whispering about how he saw me playing games on it during study hall instead of doing work. Anyway, while I was pretending I had no calculator and looking all lost without it, Mr. Jenkins suggested I use his desk calculator for some quick practice problems. So, here’s where things get a bit awkward, I actually had to say, ‘Actually, sir, my math book is at home too,’ because otherwise, I would have looked like an idiot using the actual device that was right in my backpack this whole time. Of course, it wasn’t just me being absentminded; it was also pretty clever to keep him from figuring out how I spent most of the study hall period earlier today. Though now I’ve got this nagging worry Mr. Jenkins will start questioning why I have a calculator on my person and not a math book. Oh well, at least no one can prove I was playing games during class.