Ariana’s POV
I felt insulted… strangely so and it was causing me a nasty headache.
For the first time in my life the concept of revenge made sense and I wanted him to eat his words. But right now I wanted him to shut up so I turned, giving him direct orders with my eyes. A simple order for him to f**k off.
He said nothing, brushing his shoulders past Jasper as he left. I couldn’t help but think how childish it all was.
“Such a child,” I muttered.
Just then, two more of the contestants approached me. Immediately I noticed Ronan, giving him a slap on the shoulder.
“Here for another defeat?” I joked, rubbing salt on an open wound.
“Not this time, Ariana.” He smiled, opening his arms, “Come on, give me a hug.”
I enthusiastically did, so relieved to see him. Ronan and I were good friend
