"I'm not wearing this for you," I tried to step away, to get far away from him in the crowd, but there were too many bodies moving too close together, too tightly packed like waves crashing into one another with no room to breathe.
"You're not fooling anyone," he followed me, sneering while lifting up his hand to reach out for me, like I was something he had every right to touch. "Do you even know who I am? You must not. If you knew, you would have been throwing yourself at my feet." His hand snatched my wrist, his fingers cold and possessive, but I quickly tried to pull myself away from him, struggling to breathe as panic surged inside me.
"Not a chance!" I hissed out, trying to sound stronger than I felt, but then the tempo of one of Selena Gomez's songs—one I used to love—out of the b
