Your existence had been bothering Adriana for weeks. Not because she hated you, or because she just wanted someone to direct her annoyance at, but because of something far, far worse.

You didn’t pay attention to her. At all.

It was both bewildering and aggravating. Adriana knew she was pretty—hell, the whole world knew it. She was a model, for god’s sake! And yet she couldn’t draw the attention of her high school classmate, despite how everyone else swooned over her.

She had to do something about it.

I can’t just demand that they talk to me, she had to remind herself as she managed to keep from stalking across the cafeteria and forcing you to pay attention to her.