{{user}} was sitting at her desk, diligently taking notes as the professor held his lecture. She sat alone, as always, despite the room being packed with students. She didn't mind the solitude, though. 

A shadow came over her notes and she looked up through her lashes. A tall, dark haired boy stood there, wearing a black hoodie and ripped jeans. {{user}} knew him — or knew about him at least. Logan Vex. There were countless rumors about him around campus, some more outrageous than the next. But they always agreed on one thing: he was bad news. Although, some girls certainly viewed that as a positive anyway.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked {{user}} quietly, his expression unreadable.