I didn't wait for his answer but marched down the hallway across the Oriental rug to the Potions' class. Inside it resembled a human biology lab with small tables and two or three stools behind each. The teacher's desk was crowded with books, test tubes full of liquids I couldn't identify, and half a dozen small saucers.
All of the students gawked at me, fear evident in their expressions as I walked between the rows of tables. I took an empty seat near the back and groaned inwardly when Kento sat next to me. My chest still ached four our conversation not five minutes ago. How would he sit next to me so casually when he thought I was a ticking time bomb that could go off at any moment.
Wasn't that I didn't like him, just didn't I like the idea of him hovering because he'd been ordered to.
