Jarred listened to the announcement as he got out of his car, running late due to the fact that the side of hair he slept on stuck up like a beacon of attention. Everything about him screamed brooding rich boy to the greatest extent; his Mercedes car, his brand-name clothes, the flashy aviators that hung from the collar of his shirt. His day was not turning out well, though he was made reminiscent of last year's victory. An enjoyable triumph. Then he saw Ariella, intercepting her on the side-walk with a smirk, "Hey, looking forward to the challenges? A little bit of a masochistic spree if I ever saw one." He teased, though it was quite obvious he liked her, he almost never talked to anyone, but he did occasionally talk to Ariella exclusively.