ARIA’S POV
After Bianca walked away, I felt my heart beating super fast. Zane stood right there, looking at me with those intense eyes. God, he looked so hot tonight—his hair a little messy from the game, that strong jaw, and the way his shirt stretched over his chest. I straightened my dress, pulling it down a bit so it showed more of my legs, and tried to act cool. Maybe this time he was actually interested. Maybe he’d want me for real.
“You okay, Aria?” he asked, his voice soft. He stepped closer, and I could smell his cologne. “I’m sorry about Bianca. She gets jealous sometimes. She shouldn’t have said all that s**t to you.”
I blinked, surprised. This was the same guy who laughed at me in the cafeteria? Or was he playing some game? My stomach felt warm and fluttery. “Yeah… I’m fine
