Ariel Beckham.
"Ariel?"
"Ariel?"
"Huh?" I snap out of it, turning to Hannah sitting next to me.
“What the hell are you thinking? Can I have your sausage?” she asks, already pointing her fork at my plate like it’s a done deal.
"Go crazy." I slide the plate over to her.
“Are you okay?” Noah’s blue eyes scans me like he can see right through me. I blink, trying to focus.
“Of course she’s fine,” Isobel chimes in before I can answer. “I heard Jonathan isn’t on your back anymore. How’d you manage that?”
“I guess he finally came to his senses.” I mutter, but it is a lie, even to me.
“You date the worst men, Ariel.” Isobel says, shaking her head in disappointment.
I roll my eyes. I don’t have the energy to argue with her right now, not after what happened three days ago. Not after Ramir
