ARIA'S POV

I stormed out before I could slam the door harder than I already had, muttering curses under my breath that didn’t even make sense. My hands were shaking. My chest was tight. God, I hated him.

"What the hell was he thinking?" I hissed to myself as I marched down the hall. "Oh—‘don’t take it to heart,’ like that makes it better. Like I’m some idiot who doesn’t feel anything."

The audacity, the stupid arrogance. He acted like wrapping his arm around me ...