Ever since I had been brought into this competition, I had been mocked, ridiculed, shoved around, bullied, set up, nearly killed, and threatened at every turn. Bridget’s arrival hadn’t helped the situation at all.
While I could blame the underground organization for much of what happened to me in the past, except for the bullying, Bridget’s treatment of me had nothing to do with Jane or her evil group.
Bridget was mean to me, perhaps even mean enough to want me dead, just because she didn’t like me.
I’d had enough.
Growling I pushed myself up to my feet and swiveled to confront Bridget head on. She didn’t seem concerned at first. She just c****d her head and stared me down, almost looking bored.
“You have had it out for me since day one, Bridget, and I’m sick of it! It’s one thing to
