"You can take the seat next to..." Mr. Peterson began scanning the room, but Lucien was already moving, his steps eerily graceful as he made his way through the maze of desks. Straight toward Scarlett.
Her eyes widened in horror as she realized his destination. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. She caught his eye, subtly but frantically shaking her head, trying to gesture toward at least five other empty seats scattered around the room. But Lucien just smiled that infuriating, knowing smile and slid into the chair next to her like he'd always belonged there.
"Oh. My. God." Claire's voice carried across the room, each word dripping with false sympathy. "Of all the seats he could pick... Someone should really warn him about sitting next to the class stalker. She might get... attached
