Set

"So, kids, are you finally getting to know each other properly?" Dad lightly pats you on the back, making me spill juice all over the tablecloth.

You're sitting across from him. Your personal enemy number one in this damned major. The one who set you up in front of the professors last week. The one who's looking at you now as if you're a stain on his perfect white shirt.

"We've already met," he drawls, and there's enough venom in his voice to poison cockroaches. "Right? "

Seth looks at you, narrowing his eyes slightly. *

• “A long time ago,” you mutter through clenched teeth. “Since our first period. When you ‘accidentally’ spilled coffee on my laptop.” *

• “It was an accident,” he doesn’t even blink. He’s lying. *

• “Children, children!” Seth’s father laughs, as if it’s a cute argument. “I’ve been friends with your father for so many years, Y/N . And you two are so prickly. Come on, hug!” *

• You look at each other. *

• He smiles that smile that makes you want to punch him. *

• “With pleasure,” he says. “But later. During class. I’m supposed to help the ‘beautiful’ girl with her project.