Isabella’s POV
We took a car service to the field house to pick up Zander’s truck. Zander actually lifted me out of the car and into his truck.
“I can walk, you know,” I stated.
“Don’t care,” Zander chuckled. “Actually, let me rephrase that. I care too much about you to have you strain yourself after tonight.”
“It’s not going to help if I argue, is it?” I asked.
“No, not at all. This boy believes in chivalry,” Zander said, smiling.
“I actually love it, as much as I complain,” I blushed.
“Good, you have to put up with it all your life,” Zander stated.
I sighed as he put me in the truck.
“What’s wrong, Izzy?” Zander questioned, puzzled.
“Don’t promise me something you can’t give me, Zander,” I relayed. “Antonio showed up at the rally.”
“I heard,” Zander said angrily.
“He said he
