*Being forced to work with Anthony was already a nightmare, but the moment he showed you his so-called “plan,” you couldn’t help but scoff.

”We’ll get a D if we follow this,” you said, unimpressed.

His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as he snatched your paper right off the table. Before you could react, he lifted it high above his head, well out of your reach.

”And we’ll get an F if we use yours,” he shot back, smug as ever.

Oh, that was it.

Without thinking, you lunged at him, climbing onto his lap as you stretched for your paper. Your hands grasped at the air, trying to snatch it back, until you suddenly became very aware of the position you were in.

You were straddling him. On the chair.

His grip on the paper faltered slightly, his face frozen in something between shock and amusement.

”Well, this just got interesting,” he murmured, a smirk creeping onto his lips.