97. WHAT THE HELL...

ARIANA'S POV

"What the hell is he doing here? Not again," I think. "I had thought I told him to just get the fuck out of my life the previous night. What exactly is this? Oh goodness, why the hell can't he just give up? What the hell is his problem anyway?"

I frustratingly attempt to shut the door, but he places his hands in the way. "Hey, wait, take it easy," he says softly.

I glare at him with all the frustration in me. "What exactly do you want?" I ask.

He smiles softly. "Come on, can't you even give me the pleasure of welcoming me as your visitor?"

"You have no right to be welcomed into my home. You are a pest, the last time I can remember," I retort.

He sighs before gazing down at the bouquet in his hands. "Okay, if you won't welcome me, would you at least receive this?" he extends the flowers towards me.

I look at them in disbelief. "I definitely cannot accept this. Why is he even giving this to me?" I think to myself, biting my lip in frustration.

After a long while, I shut my