Aria: Scales of Love
I trailed off, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his presence, and his friends' actions, affected me.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Jude said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Did I interrupt your pity party? Maybe if you spent less time feeling sorry for yourself, you'd actually learn something."
"And also, you're dealing with what?" Jude pressed, raising an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Like what? The intricate patterns on the ceiling suddenly demanding your attention? Or maybe you were too busy daydreaming about your next meal to concentrate?" His eyes flicked down my body, a quick, dismissive glance that felt like a slap in the face.
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