A R I A
I slam the door behind me harder than necessary. The whole house shakes, but I honestly don't care. Let it fall apart.
I'm two seconds away from combusting when I nearly crash into Oliver at the bottom of the stairs. He looks up from his phone, eyebrows shooting up like I just threw a bomb into the living room.
"Whoa, whoa. What's wrong? You good?" He questions, eyeing me from head to toe.
I throw my hands up. "I'm fine," I answer him quickly, trying my best to keep myself together.
"You're fine?" He squints at me like he can see right through the lie. "Nope, don't do that. Don't even think about it. Talk to me, Aria. What's going on?" He presses on and I huff frustratedly.
I hate how easily he pulls it out of me.
I hate even more how stupid I feel about all of it.
I cross
