Vincent's POV.
"Ariana!" I called out, but she didn't spare me a glance.
"Ariana! Wait! Please listen to me," I urged, but she stormed out of the hall and ran to our room upstairs.
Fu.ck my life!
I raked my hand in my hair and took some deep breaths to calm myself down. I couldn't understand this girl. I had never tried to convince anyone in my entire life. And here, this girl made me feel helpless whenever she got into a bad mood. Fu.cking sh.it! I never understood how those guys had patience and lived up to pleasing their girlfriends.
What the hell! Now I felt like a boyfriend.
What else would this girl make me of? I really had no idea. I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes, thinking about what I should do next.
Okay, I didn't have any other option. I had to go and
