RYAN'S POV
"You were supposed to pick me up from the airport yesterday," Rebecca said, taking slow, graceful steps toward me. Her designer heels clicked against the pavement, making me wonder why would someone walk into the arena with heels She slipped her sunglasses off and smiled. It was polished. Practised and empty.
"I waited for almost an hour."
"I have somewhere to be." I stepped around her. "We'll talk another time."
I had barely taken two steps before fingers wrapped around my wrist.
"Ryan."
I closed my eyes for a second. "What do you want, Rebecca?"
"What do I want?" Her voice rose. "You're asking me that?" She moved closer until the expensive perfume surrounding her became impossible to ignore. "You're my boyfriend, Ryan."
"My parents may believe that," I replied, pullin
