Chapter 9

• Aria
• The sound of his voice, dripping with such arrogance, was my final straw. My hands trembled with rage, and before I could think, I grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes from the floor. And without any hesitation, I slammed it straight into his face.
• The cafeteria fell silent for the third time today as I watched the mashed potatoes cling to his perfect features, dripping down his sharp cheekbones and some messing up his tousled blonde hair. For a moment, no one moved. No one even so much as breathed.