ARIA'S POV
The moment Wolfe passed by in his Lamborghini, I was still standing by the school gate, my mind racing as I tried to process the words he had spoken to me: "Mi chica." His hand on my thigh is the last thing I remember before the roar of the Aventador began fading away into the distance. I was trying to comprehend that entire evening the kisses, his possessiveness, and that strange jolt coursing through me.
With the sound of girls' laughter punctuating the air, the cruel world re established itself. They were a group of girls, whispering and glancing toward me. Heat was blasting up my cheeks as they commenced the name-calling, mocking me for having been with Dean Sebastian Wolfe. Their words struck me like a thousand knives.
"Sebastian's pet is hereee!" sneered one. "I bet she
