Seraphina's POV
The second Iris started walking toward me, I felt my stomach tighten. Just like yesterday, she was making a beeline for the empty seat beside mine—like we were friends or something. My instincts screamed, Move. Do something.
I didn't want to be rude, but I had reached my limit, and I didn't owe her politeness. At least, not anymore.
I grabbed my bag, yanked it off the floor, and slammed it on the desk with a little more force than I intended. "Don't sit here," I said, keeping my tone calm but stern. "Sit somewhere else, Iris. I don't feel comfortable with you beside me."
I expected her to be confused or maybe embarrassed, but instead, Iris smirked—smirked—and tilted her head like I was some amusing spectacle.
"There are only two empty seats in this class," she said sweetly, almost mockingly. "I've already been sitting here since I arrived, and it's not against the rules, is it?"
