AURORA'S POV:
The imbecile is back again. Sorry, Ariel. Slip of tongue.
She walks in like nothing happened. Blonde hair in a sleek ponytail, lips tinted rose, bandages still taped to her wrist. The rumours are still the same. Some say she tried to poison herself. Others say it was a failed suicide. Blablabla.
She passes me in the cafeteria line and bumps her tray hard into mine.
"Oops," she says with a fake smile. "Hope I didn’t bruise your delicate ego."
Huh? That 'insult' doesn't even make any type of sense.
I don’t respond. I won’t give her the satisfaction. But Jon notices. His eyes narrow, but I grip his sleeve subtly, pulling him back.
“I got it,” I whisper.
Ariel doesn’t stop there. At lunch, she ‘accidentally’ takes my seat next to Cali. When I reclaim it, she tosses a smu
