It has been a week since Aria completely iced out Luke.
Day four, five, and six of last week have been a series of uneventful events. She's kept her mouth shut, headphones on blasting music, and hasn't said a word to the blond. He tries to provoke her, get a rise out of her, but she doesn't hear it.
It's been making him crazy. Suddenly she chooses to be the bigger person, she gets the chance to say when it's enough, when he's been trying to do that for years. Suddenly, Aria has the pleasure of icing him out?
It's demeaning. She pretends he isn't even there. She doesn't even look at him. No more spiteful glances, or roll of the eyes, even her entire group has gone silent. It's like he doesn't even exist.
He should be happy, he knows he should. Aria is finally out of his life, she's quite literally removed herself from his life, and him from hers. This should be a sigh of relief, the free feeling on his back and shoulders.
However, it makes him hate her even more.
She's being petty. He has the chance to speak his mind, voice his opinion and because she didn't like it, she storms out and has him blocked? He should do the same to her after all the shit she said, after all the claims she made about him.
Aria Stanton a melodramatic queen, who thinks she deserves the world.
Meanwhile, Aria has never been happier to have him out of her life. That being mentioned, she still has his leather jacket hanging inside her closet on the velvet hanger. Though, as far as her concern goes, she thrifted it or it was a gift.
It doesn't smell like him. Instead it smells of soft cotton laundry detergent and her perfume. Her perfume with caramel and vanilla tones, with a hint of benzoin. It's her leather jacket now, with a new Taylor Swift embroidered patch on the pocket.
She feels lighter on her feet. Music has never sounded better, and she's never laughed harder. Luke is a barnacle that she finally picked off, and he's left to the back of her mind as a distant memory.
Not to mention, last week the sports teams went off to their respective tournaments and the volleyball teams – both girls and boys – came first place. So, morale has been high in the group, considering their celebrating Jonah's big win... even Calum's big win. It's good to end the season off on a win, especially during their senior year.
And now, she sits out in the arts courtyard of the school, her hair clipped up. With her headphones on, blasting some girlie art, electro-pop song in her ears – definitely loud enough to burst eardrums – with crossed legs and a hunched back while she paints a backdrop for the play set.
Aria's back is in pain due to her current position. Painting the faux grass and truffula trees for the production of the Seussical. Luke is painting the other half, away from her. He's listening to some Blink-182 song that bursts his eardrums and can be heard from anyone sitting next to him... which there isn't.
She's mouthing the lyrics, holding the big paint brush and dragging it across the wooden panel. Ms. Michelle, the theater teacher and woman in control of the play, has her production class working on it as well; they'll most likely finish all the empty spots in the middle tomorrow.
Teachers, especially administration, have noticed the calm between the two. There have been no reported accidents of yelling or arguments, supervisors say that they've been civil during their community service. Some believe that the rivalry has been resolved, others believe this is the calm before the storm.
When in reality, no resolution or major fight is in motion.
Aria's called a ceasefire, and Luke has obliged.
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BAD OMENS ✬ luke hemmings
Fanfiction"what happened to us?" "well, we hated each other." she hates him, he hates her. petty rivalry, rumours, comments tore their friendship apart. they can't be around each other and everyone knows that. though after taking it too far, the two are sub...
