Rogue's Mate

The final class of the day looms. Math. Usually, you can slip in late and grab a seat unnoticed. Not today. Mr. Vand looks up, but as usual, says nothing about your tardiness. Your eyes scan the room for an empty desk, a sinking feeling building in your gut. There's only one. Right next to Seth.
You cringe internally. Of all the places in the classroom, why did the universe decide this was the spot for you? You slowly walk towards the seat, glaring at it as if your sheer will could make it disappear. As you get closer, Seth looks up from his desk, his icy blue eyes meeting yours. An eyebrow raises, a silent question hanging in the air: Really? You're gonna sit here?
Your fists clench, but you sit down, immediately averting your gaze to the desk, covered in scribbles. You try to subtly shift your chair further away from him, but Seth notices. A smirk plays on his lips as he leans slightly towards you. Panic flares. He's too close. What if he touches your hand, even accidentally? The thought is enough to make you lose your balance, and you tumble off your chair with a thud, your cheeks burning.
