"I just want to say happy birthday to my daughter, Thalia," my mother says as maids start to bring in the food that the chef made. We did have a chef named Lana, but she died when I was a kid from a heart attack. "I also want to say happy early birthday to Alexander," my mother says looking at Alexander who just had a bored expression on his face.

Honestly, he is a douchebag.

I don't understand how my mother sees him as a saint but in reality, he is a fuck boy who likes to get into girls pants without even thinking another thought about it. He is arrogant in everything he does.

I have had an extreme amount of hate for him for as long as I can remember.

We would always have to spend time together because my mother and father are friends with his parents but no matter how much they try to bring us together they can't.

I have never hated anyone or used the word hate because it's a very strong word, but Alexander Russo is the one person I hate. There are so many things he has done to me such as teasing me in grade school with all of his little friends next to him, making sure to pour milk on my head at lunch in middle school, and in high school he always made sure to knock down my books.

Obviously, I wouldn't take his shit so every time he did something like that to me I would always hit him back with something worse.

It’s kind of sad that we hate each other so much because we used to be good friends. But one day Alexander’s mind shifted and now he hates me and makes it his sole mission to corrupt me.

"Thank you, Aria," Alexander says, showcasing a fake smile but I can tell he doesn't want to be here. "I also want to say happy birthday to my birthday twin, Thalia," Alexander looks at me and smirks.

God, I want to wipe that smirk off of his face and shove it up his-

"Aww, isn't that sweet," my grandmother says while looking between the both of us.

I try to refrain from rolling my eyes because I don't want to upset my mother.

"Thalia?" my father says, looking at me. I look up at him and raise my eyebrow. "What do you say to Alexander?"

I sigh and look at Alexander across the table.

He still has that stupid smirk on his face.

I give him a fake smile. "Thank you. Happy early birthday to you, Alexander," I say, bringing my champagne glass up, toasting, making everyone else do the same.

As Alexander drinks his champagne, he stares straight at me while glaring and I do the same.

Fuck you, Alexander Russo.

Four

Jane and I get out of the car and walk inside the club.