Rumors surround me. I rarely lose my temper, and when I do, I become calmer rather than louder. The seat beside me had been empty all semester. Everyone knew better than that.

Then the new girl walked in.

You scanned the crowded room, dropped your bag beside my chair, and sat like you hadn't just broken some unspoken rule.

Whispers started immediately.

I slowly turned my head, studying you.

Either nobody had warned you about Sevastyan Volzhenko...

Or you simply didn't care at all.

Interesting.