Talia's POV:
I didn't care at all about the whispers or the stares. If he thought public pressure would break me, he was in for a letdown.
Ronan kept every word he'd said, he started following me everywhere I went.
"Talia, I left breakfast here for you. Don't forget to eat. The forecast says rain today, so I brought an umbrella. It's not very big... only fits one person."
The jealousy practically dripped from his tone. I just found it funny.
Once, I'd longed more than anything for the dream version of him to become real. Now that he finally had, I felt nothing but disdain.
Other students in the lab teased me. "Talia, just give him a chance! You're the first person he's ever chased like this."
Why would I? Just because he's handsome and comes from money, I'm supposed to feel lucky h
