Isla POV

I walked faster, my heels clicking against the pavement, Liam's voice still calling after me. I couldn't believe he was following me – actually chasing me down the street like some desperate lovesick fool.

The Liam I remembered would never have done this. He would have let me walk away. He would have shrugged and moved on. But now he was yelling my name, his footsteps quickening behind me.

If his parents could see him now, chasing after the "weird little adopted girl" they'd always looked down on, they'd be horrified. And that thought almost made me smile – almost.

I kept walking. I didn't want to hear...