113. He's hurt 

113. He's hurt

Aria appraised them closely. Their dresses caught the light in the library, specifying they've never been off the racks of their wardrobes before this. Their hair done flawlessly in parlours and their nails painted and shaped in different ways.

One of the three girls, dressed in a yellow dress, scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Aria's finally getting exposed for the trash she is. That photo of her kissing Noah had left me motionless for long minutes. How could she do that?"

"You're right. I was in the middle of getting my eyebrows done when that photo came. Ugh, that girl's a disgusting, manipulative liar. She thinks she's so perfect with her fake smile and her 'oh, I'm so in love with Jake' act." The second girl on the table who had the longest and pointed nails spoke with contempt.

Aria moved back into the shadows behind the shelves after hearing that. She felt a jab of pain in her heart for being called a manipulative liar too.

'Don't, Aria. You just promised me that