I was about to type in a reply when a whispered hiss came from behind me. I turned automatically, searching for the source, to find Michael leaning forward in his chair right behind mine. He shook his head when his eyes met mine, seemingly mock-scolding me for being on my phone in class.
"I thought you were supposed to be a straight-A student," he whispered, laying his chin on his folded arms on the table. A curl of his raven hair fell over his forehead, resting on his brow.
"I didn't know you were in this class," I whispered back, not knowing what else to say to him.
Both his eyebrows lifted as he feigned surprise. "Huh. I thought you'd at least notice me sitting behind you for the past few months but I guess not."
"You've never sat behind me," I said incredulously.
