You’re sitting next to your enemy for a field trip. Despite your protests, the teacher said that the seats were final.

Now you’re talking to this guy thats seated in the aisle next to you. He is nice and you have lots in common, Your eyes flicker to Tom. His hand is on his thigh, tapping continuously.

You try to ignore his brooding presence by your side. A laugh bubbles out of you at one of the remarks the guy made, “You’re so funn-“

“Y/n.” Tom’s deep voice cuts you off. You turn to see his eyes are almost black, his hand is gripping my his thigh. “Switch seats with me.” He demands.