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~Aria

"I don't know what to do," Zariah says, her index finger playing with the edge of the page.

That is the first time I have heard her say those words. The way she bites her lip in thought, her eyebrows creased behind her thick rimmed glasses shows her discontent with herself. For the past hour, she has been thumbing through Malik's diary, not at all fazed by the fact that he knows it has been stolen.

Brynn bangs her the back of her head back against the wall. "Who cares?"

"Me," Zariah snaps, glancing over at me and where I lay back on her bed. "Aria cares too."

I'm curious. It isn't the fact that Malik has that, and puts dark red crosses on every girl who has been knocked from the competition, but the fact that all of us have some kind of wealthy background, with a parent or two in high positions. Right now, Zariah's early conspiracies seem more likely.

"And you never told us you were a billionaire," Zariah says pointedly, shooting a glare toward Brynn, who rolled her eyes.

"Multi