Amalia Anderson
Andrew picked me up, and I could feel every set of eyes staring at us. We were out publicly, and with the security teams around us, there was no point in keeping a low profile. I mean, we will not go around doing public displays of affection or giving people something to talk about purposely, but if Andrew wanted to pick me up from classes and take me out to lunch, so be it.
We were determined to live our lives as normally as possible, considering the media mayhem and the stares of strangers. Andrew laced his fingers with mine and smiled. "That guy was there," he said, and I sighed.
"He is in my class," I mumbled, and Andrew nodded.
"Did he bother you?" Andrew asked, and I took a deep breath. If I say yes, Andrew will go all alpha macho and punch the hell out of Lan
