The Sentinels i can't think of any cool witty titles i'm sorry [M]

i mean lets face it man up or gtfo

Perhaps the numbness of the situation had finally taken over. Perhaps she was still somewhat in shock. Her whole life she'd gone believing that she was the prize, how could such a dorky and awkward boy not fall for her? And how had she managed to fall for him? And even after both things had occurred, how had he not ended up with her? Her thoughts came and sporadic and cool, because right now she was overwhelmed with emotion and could only agree upon doing what was morally right- helping him decide. It wasn't what she wanted, at all. She wanted him and to punt that dessert bitch back to the coastline where she'd abandoned them all to. This was her fault. She left. Who was here? Aria was, not Behati. It made sense, leave the dumb bitch behind. 

However, morally, this had little sound logic and and Aria knew it, so she dragged her feet and just tried to help him figure it out.

But he turned the tables, and the white princess of a girl had little time to process her answer, and it came out all to quickly, and a bit harshly. 

"Obviously," she snapped, quickly returning her poise and shaking her head. "That came out wrong," she muttered, mentally beating her dumb ass over the head with a rather large stick. She had meant it, she did only want him, but it was the moment with Lasher that clouded her logical responses and instead littered them with confused bits of information that she was forced to string together and attempt to put into words. Somehow, she managed it. Lasher was the last wolf that she would ever want Casmir to know she was in any way involved with, especially so recently.

"The only," she signed, turning her gaze away from him sadly. Her voice shook once again, and she took in deep breaths to refrain from allowing her emotions to get hold of her once again. "Ever, really," she added honestly. She'd never felt so close to someone so quickly; Donnelaith or her birth pack.