The Iceberg's Secret Crush

The day the class assignments were posted, the hallway erupted into chaos. I, of all people, was assigned as a seatmate to the school’s notorious human iceberg, Silas Sterling. Tyler Miller, the class president, immediately set up a betting pool. The odds were ten-to-one against me successfully winning Silas over in three months. Out of forty-two students, thirty-nine bet that I would fail. Amidst their mocking laughter, I stood up and declared, “I don’t need to chase him. He’s already different