Chapter 14 Between assignments and lectures, Tanner couldn't stay in the UK indefinitely-but he still flew in every damn weekend.[] He wouldn't call, wouldn't message. Just stood silently outside my building like some tragic romantic hero, waiting.] Every time Tristan and I walked out together, Tanner would glare and mutter, "Another fly buzzing around."[] Tristan, grocery bag in hand, bumped my shoulder lightly.]] "Pretty sure he's calling you garbage, just FYI."[] I closed my eyes. "..."]] Tanner's obsessive behavior had me seriously considering moving.] I'd missed the uní housing deadline earlier, but a room had recently opened up on campus.] When Tristan found out, he didn't say a word-just took his frustration out on a poor piece of meat in the kitchen, chopping like it personally offended him.[] We didn't speak all day. Eventually, he stomped over, still scowling.[] "Hot pot. You in or not?"]] I shook my head. "Trying to eat clean."] ] He didn't skip a beat. "I'll make a lean version. No oil, clear broth, all protein and greens."] I sighed. "Fine."]] Over a simmering pot of minimalist hot pot, Tristan said quietly, "If that idiot keeps showing up, I can take care of it. You shouldn't have to move because he can't take a hint." "How?" I asked.] He just smirked. "Don't worry about it."] I never found out what he did, but Tanner didn't come back for a full month.] The only trace of him was the relentless stream of messages- daily updates I never asked for, photos I didn't open, words that meant nothing. A month later, I finally hit delete on his number.] Not because I was over him.]] But because I'd said yes to someone else .]