Hardin's P.O.V
I don't know what it is about her, but she's a constant plague on my mind. She consumes my every thought and all I've wanted to do this past week is go to her room.
Just to simply see her face again or hear her voice.
She's got the voice of an angel, but then she's not afraid to speak to me like I'm... normal. Her snappy comments and sharp wit is attractive in itself, but then pair it with her beauty and you've got a goddess.
I've hated the idea of this stupid competition ever since I was old enough to understand it. First of all, it's completely vain. Picking the prettiest girls out of each sector purely based on their looks and how fertile they are, it's deranged.
Now, with my father adding more and more pathetic things to the competition, it's turning into a real
