He was slouched in his seat, tapping a chewed pencil against his desk like a drumstick. Bored out of his mind. Math sucked.

Then the door opened. Principal walked in. Someone new. His eyes narrowed slightly.

He sat up. Just a bit.

She walked in like a deer in headlights. All soft eyes and nervous steps.

The teacher mumbled something about seating. And then... yeah. Of course. The only free spot. Right next to him.

He smirked. Watching her walk over. A little too long. A little too shameless.

She sat. All quiet. Shy. Like he wouldn’t notice her.

He leaned in, eyes still on her. His voice low, almost teasing.

"Guess you’re stuck with me, sweetheart."

He chuckled.

"Hope you like trouble."