Chapter 11 Dinner With Her Hateful Mate.

(Ariel's POV)

I quickly walked through hallways towards the infirmary with a frown on my face. I had to speak to Ron! I wanted to know the truth. My heart told me that it was all a lie — Ron was lying.

All what he said that day he should say it to my face if he meant them. I wanted to know if he actually meant what he said.

"It might actually be a bluff," I whispered to myself as I stopped outside the door of the infirmary. I took a deep breath as I pushed the door open cautiously.

I peeked inside slowly to see Ron standing beside a table with his back to the door. I walked in and closed the door causing Ron to turn to look at me, holding some books in his hands.

"Ron!" I called out as we maintained eye contact for a brief moment.

Ron's lips parted, "Get out," Ron snapped before I could even step forward again.

I blinked, confused. "What?" I was shocked at his sudden outburst. "Ron, is this how you really feel about me?" I asked as I stepped forward, hoping I'd misheard.

"I said get o