Chapter 7

ARI

“Ahhhh!”

I jumped back from another boy trying to ask me for a dance. Chad Fredrick, a stupid name by the way, stood in front of me with his hand held out. I looked him up and down, not concealing my disdain.

The dance was in full swing, lights flashing and music thumping, but it wasn’t loud enough for me to miss his request. What was with these losers thinking they had a chance with me? They should know by now, Arianna Crystal Mora, doesn’t bottom feed. I would rather die.

“Look, Charles…” I start swiping his hand away.

“It’s Chad,” he corrected, but I ignored him. I knew his name. I just didn’t care to get it right.

“...it’s cute you think you have a chance and honestly I’m surprised to see you breathing within ten feet of my personal space. So how about you go find someone in the cesspit of losers to dance with?”

Chad’s face fell and the little hopeful light dimmed in his eyes–something I was proud of. “I just thought–”

“No, you don’t think,” I cut him off. “I’m way out of you