You hadn't thought of him for months now. You broke up, then you were gone for the summer. Then sixth year started, and he was everywhere.

You managed to avoid him for weeks, until you got paired in a group project.

Of course, from his seat, he turned his head to you with that smirk—the one you didn't miss at all—, and didn't waste time before approaching your desk.

"Woah," he said lowly, yet the sarcasm was louder than the whispers around you. "Fate really does like to play games."