Chapter 8

*Ariana*

After dinner with my parents, I went out to see my boyfriend. Gasp Ariana has a boyfriend?! Shocker!

Well, anyways, his name is Davis, and I think he's like the only one I don't find annoying. I think it might be love? Right?.. Yuck!

We both went on a date to this restaurant. He kept saying the food was "to die for." He knew me with my school identity, so it's cool if I act crazy sometimes.

We ordered lasagna and mashed potatoes. I wanted the mashed potatoes 'cause I already had dinner, remember.

The waiter came back with the back of what I ordered. Like, why is my mash potatoes looking like potatoes mashed instead? I was amused and furious that I just had to ask.

"What is this?"

"Sorry ma'am, there was no mashed potatoes left, so I decided to bring what was available."

"Wow!! What happened to coming back and saying, 'Ma, there is no mashed potatoes,' instead you brought this?!"

Davis was trying to calm me down, but I wasn't having it.

"You know what? You can have it." I shoved the hot sacrifice—or whatever she calls it—down her throat. She just kept crying or moaning, both sounded like pleasure to me. I was so deep into it that I didn't notice that Davis was already yelling. The waitress ran off crying.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you so crazy?" Davis yelled.

"She brought it upon herself," I replied, wiping my hands on one of the napkins.

"You could have let it go."

"You and I both know that's not my style. An eye for an eye."

"You know what? I think what the other students say about you is true. You're just mean, selfish, psychotic, and crazy."

"Oh please, tell me something I don't know. And it's not like you know this waitress," I said, rolling my eyes.

"You know what? This date is over! You can drive yourself home," he said while walking out.

"I'll just call my driver. I don't have to drive myself home!" I yelled back.

Good. He left.

I watched as he left. I had this chilling feeling all over, like I felt cold all over. I've never felt it like this before. It feels weird and not in a good way.

I called my driver to pick me up. I was down the whole night.

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Next day

I went to school. I just feigned my normal cool attitude until it was lunch break. Then I went to the only place I knew I could find Davis—the school gym. Davis Michael, leader of the baseball team.

Davis was on the bleachers with a girl. I think she was hitting on him or something with the way she kept blinking, acting all cute. Only if she knew how irritating she looked. Y'all should just imagine me cringing my face in look of disgust.

"I have a girlfriend," Davis said.

"You do?.. How come I've never seen or heard about her before?" Sandra the Pig said, twirling her hair.

"Turn around," I said. "Now you see her," I said, smiling. "Now you don't," I said, punching her in the face. She went backward with a groan.

"What did you do?" Davis roared. Ugh... this phrase again.

"Oops, my hands slipped."

"What did she do to you?" he said, trying to pick her up.

"Touching what doesn't belong to her," I said, sitting down. Sandra left, hand on her nose, crying.

"Why must you always be like this? You don't ever behave sensible."

"You don't even like this girl, or do you like her?" I asked, staring into his eyes.

"I don't just get you. You're just... just psychotic, just like your father."

"Don't. You. Ever. Dare. Mention my father again, or you don't want to know why they call me The Reaper's Angel," I said in a low tone.

"Whatever," he said, walking out.

Here comes that feeling again. Why am I being this way for just a dude? Relax... I'm Ariana Kings.

After some pep talks, I went to join my friends. I bumped into someone, but I just didn't seem to care to respond. Not my style, I know right.

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Meanwhile across school....

*Tristan*

Finally! Lunch break!!

The guys and I are finally going to choose our own school sport to enjoy high school life. No doubts, we're going for basketball.

We were heading to the gym when I sighted Ariana, who looked like she was lost in thought. So I did like I was supposed to—or rather, not to. I bumped into her, expecting her to draw out her claws. But she just... walked away.

"Whoa!!!" Derek exclaimed.

"Wasn't that Ariana?" he foolishly asked.

"No, Katherine... Yes, it was Ariana," Eric replied.

"Who cares?" I know I just said that, but boy, do I care to know why.

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A/N

Hola!!!! 🙌

Sorry everyone, I've been away for some time now. Sorry for the late update.

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