Standing before me was my nemesis, Rolland Roderick. Was my brain messing with me, or was this man actually following me around? I was surprised to see him, but oddly enough, I wasn't even mad about it.
He might be the most annoying person on earth, but somehow, I didn’t mind seeing that face every day of my life. His chiseled jawline caught the light just right, and those blue, piercing eyes seemed to see right through me. Perfect blonde hair slicked back, juicy pink lips that looked like they were sculpted by some divine artist, long lashes framing his gaze, and thick brows that gave him an air of authority. Gosh, this man deserved to be kept in a museum where people would pay billions just to catch a glimpse of him.
I stood transfixed in the same spot, my cheeks rosy red, my eyes glu
