All Chapters of Aria: Scales of Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Jude POV"Destroy us? I'd love to see your sorry ass team try" I retorted.The referee stepped between us, his face stern. "Cool it, guys. Save it for the field."We grudgingly backed away, the tension between us palpable. The coin toss was conducted, we won the toss and picked the side we wanted to start on. As I turned to walk away, Tim leaned in close, his voice a low, venomous hiss."So, you mad I got your girl?"I stopped, my blood boiling. "What did you say?"Tim's smirk widened, revealing a disturbing glint in his eyes. "Oh yeah. She was very easy. A little too easy, actually."He paused, letting his words sink in before delivering the final blow. "I mean, she might be a heavy girl, but it makes them so much wetter." He started to walk away.Rage exploded inside me, a primal fury that obliterated all reason. I stormed back towards Tim, intent on wiping that smug grin off his face. I was not going to let this fucking jerk get away talking aboutAria like that. But before I could

Jude POV"Hike!" I yelled, gripping the ball tightly.The world narrowed, the roar of the crowd fading into a dull hum. My focus was laser-sharp, honed by years of practice and fueled by a burning desire to win. Not just for my team, but for myself, and for Aria. I knew I had to win for the chance to speak with her. I had to win just so he knew he was a loser and never meant anything to anyone.I pulled back, ready to throw, but something felt off. The defense was tight, every receiver covered. There was no clear opening.Then, I saw it. A small gap in the line, a sliver of opportunity that could be the difference between victory and defeat. An idea flashed through my mind, a risky maneuver that could either make me a hero or a fool.Screw it.Instead of throwing the ball, I tucked it tightly under my arm and took off, sprinting forward with every ounce of speed I possessed. The crowd erupted, their cheers turning into a frantic roar.The field was a blur of green and gold, my teammat

Jude POVI don't know why I let Lola kiss me. Maybe it was to get back at Aria, a childish attempt to inflict the same pain I was feeling. Maybe it was because I was hurt, confused, lost in a whirlwind of emotions I couldn't understand. Or maybe it was just because I was too stunned to react, too caught up in the whirlwind of the moment to push her away.But I couldn't stop looking at Aria. Even as Lola's lips were pressed against mine, my eyes were glued to her, searching for any flicker of emotion, any sign that she felt the same way I did. All I saw was a storm of hurt and anger.I felt hurt and pissed. Not only at her, but at Tim. I swear, he's using her, manipulating her, but she doesn't want to hear it. I tried to warn her once, and she shut me down. So what's the point in bringing it up again? It's her life.When Lola moved me away, I didn't even realize what she was saying, that we were supposedly getting back together. Why would I want that? Should I even want that?I know I

We arrived at the party, the bass thumping in my chest as Roxy parked the car. I texted Tim to tell him I was here, and he replied almost instantly, telling me he was already there. I smiled, a flutter of anticipation filling my stomach. I couldn't wait to see him.Once we walked through the front door, I was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer number of people. They were everywhere, spilling out of the living room, crowding the hallways, and filling the backyard. It was way more crowded than I thought.I texted Tim again to find out where he was, but he hadn't texted back yet. I kept checking my phone, my anxiety rising with each passing minute.Roxy noticed my growing unease and squeezed my arm reassuringly. "Relax," she said, her voice barely audible above the music. "We'll find him."As we made our way further into the house, Sam spotted the kitchen and her eyes lit up. "Let's get some drinks!" she exclaimed, pulling us towards the throng of people gathered around a makeshift bar

Aria POVI ran.Up the stairs, away from the noise, the laughter, the betrayal. Each step echoed the shattering of my heart, the destruction of everything I thought was real. I didn't know where I was going, only that I needed to escape.I stumbled through unfamiliar rooms, each one a blur of colors and shapes. Finally, I found myself in a small room tucked away on the top floor, the air thick with dust and shadows. I collapsed in the corner, pulling my knees to my chest, burying my face in my arms.The tears flowed freely, a torrent of pain and humiliation. Tim. How could he? How could he be so cruel, so heartless? Every word he spoke, every touch, every kiss, had been a lie. A carefully constructed performance designed to humiliate me, to break me.Lola's words echoed in my head, each syllable a sharp blade twisting in my gut. You took something away from me that never belonged to you. What did she mean? What had I done?And Tim… the red mark on Lola's neck… the smug look on his fac