Anna's POV

The minute the night was over and he left me alone because he had to, Scott found his way to me again.

He stood in front of me, watching me and smirking like I was into comedy. It irked me. It's crazy how I went from getting intimidated by him to finding him incredibly annoying, even though I still thought he was hot as fuck.

“You like Adrian, don't you?” he suddenly asked, startling me. How did he know?

“What?”

“I watched you dance. You're hot, really hot. I saw the way you looked at him because as I watched the both of you dancing, I focused on...