Seraphina POV
Dancing had never been my thing, mainly because I needed to learn how to do it.
The only dance I knew was the rock pop I always had with Gran every Sunday afternoon.
And so I had been slipping my feet and kicking Ronan's legs.
However, since he was such a good dancer, he made it seem like I wasn't trying to pull off his feet.
What made it worse was that the whole school had stopped dancing and was now looking at us.
Like this was some choreography scene.
"Let me go." I whispered to Ronan, trying to wiggle away from him.
"Why? So you would go dance with ciaran?, do you really wanna be responsible for his murder?"
"What?"
"Stop aggravating towards him, you're mine, and I need you to get that into your head."
Rage enveloped me.
The prick.
First, he hides stuff from me, then he fucks me, and ghosts me, only to come back to make moronic claims?!
