5

♡ Amelia's pov ♡

I frowned.

I was in his seat?

I looked at the desk closely, it was new and unmarked.

I looked up and my eyes connected with those green swirls that made my stomach knot.

I ignored the feeling and voiced. "Your seat?"

The tip of Raiden's lips curled up into a barely there smirk. "Yes, Amelia,"

The way he said my name. I clenched my thighs together.

What the hell was that feeling?

"You're in my seat." He finished with a broader grin.

My frown deepened.

Was he so much of a jerk to actually make me change seats!?

I scowled. "There's an empty chair here." I pointed at the vacant chair and desk beside me.

"But I don't want to sit there. I want my seat." He stressed, eyes flashing in amusement.

I looked behind him at Mr. Scott, expecting him to tell Raiden to find another chair, one preferably vacant.

But Mr. Scott was actually avoiding staring at us.

I looked around the entire room. Everyone seemed to look at me with pity.

Were they all afraid of Raiden?

Was he some kind of