Aria's pov
The memory of last night lay burned in my memory. The feel of us sitting so close to each other while he let me clean his wound.
It was as close as intimacy I would get.
I smiled and came to a halt when I walked into the lesson hall only to find Margery grinning up at me.
I frowned, was she waiting for me?
I know she said we were going to be best of friends but I didn't want a forced friendship because she was trying to top the girls.
I sighed to myself and settled beside her, she smiled at me.
"Hey Aria,"
"Hi Margery,"
She was still looking at me expectantly and I wondered what she wanted me to say.
"Do I have something on my face?" I asked her.
She shook her head, "No, you look pretty."
"Thank you,"
I was skeptical about why she wants to be friends with me. Not to talk down on myself but she didn't look like the type to make friends with people like me.One couldn't help but wonder.
