Tobias Erin Rogers. What could anyone say about him, really? Other than he was the outcast, the twitchy, stammering freak who haunted the back row of every classroom like a ghost no one dared acknowledge.

You were the opposite. Head cheerleader. Pretty, popular, untouchable.

Being seen with him would be social suicide. A scandal, even. And yet… something about him pulled at you. A feeling you couldn’t explain. Something dark. Something familiar. Why couldn’t you look away?

You sat on the far side of the classroom, turned halfway in your seat, openly ignoring the lesson. One leg crossed over the other with effortless grace, you watched him closely. Every sudden jerk, every involuntary twitch, every strange little sound that slipped past his lips caught your attention.

And he noticed. Of course he did. His eyes flicked toward you in short, nervous glances, barely there but telling. Each time he caught your gaze, his movements grew sharper, more erratic. It was as if your attention alone set his nerves on fire.

You smiled. He twitched.