"You're so cute," he leaves a soft kiss on my shoulder, "and beautiful," he buries his nose in my hair, planting another kiss against my neck, "and incredibly smart," he smiles against my skin, moving slightly to tilt my head, "and finally mine."
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M I L E S
I watch as Aria and her friends leave the cafeteria, no doubt the building. Maya's messed up smile stays on her lips when she turns back to me and the guys.
"What a crybaby. She's probably wishing she could go tell on me to her mommy. Too bad she's dead." Maya cackles.
"Well, actually she wasn't crying when she left. If anything, she was saving you from one of her famous punches. Remember them, Maya?" Hunter chuckles, but there's no sign of humour in his eyes.
"What the hell, Maya?" Ryan glowers at her, but she just rolls her eyes.
Finally, I speak up. "What are you talking about?"
Maya's smirk grows. "Oh, you don't know? Well, three years ago little Aria's parents were murdered in their very own home. According to the news, she found them in the guest bedroom with their guts spilled everywhere. Gross, am I right?" She pauses, then continues, "So now she's an orphan, living with her aunt and uncle. That's why Aria's so wild and crazy. The whole town knows her story."
Aria's parents were murdered? Lydia and Paul were her aunt and uncle? But I always thought they were her parents . . .
But Maya seems like she would make up whatever bullshit she wanted just to get her way, except Hunter's next words confirm hers.
"Maya, that wasn't your story to tell."
It all makes sense now. Why she called Lydia and Paul by their names. Her possessivness with Stitch. The note. But I can't show Aria pity, she'd hate it. She's probably so used to it, just as I am. But I can't show her I care at all, either. Because I don't.
Still, what Maya just said was really messed up.
That day we had dinner over at Aria's and I found her crying . . . she was missing her parents, wasn't she? God, now I feel like such a dumbass.
Who cares? You hate the chick. She made a fool out of you on your first day.
Yeah, she did. And I still hate her just as much.
"Whatever. It's not like she was going to tell it, anyway. She's just a stupid girl. Come on, Miles. Wouldn't you rather spend time with me than her?" Maya bats her lashes at me.
I fake a gag and ignore her, grinning when I hear the clicks of her heals march away.
"We should probably go find the girls." Ryan suggests.
