The moment it sunk in that she won, she was in Zeke’s fancy dressing room, and her three housemates were looking at her as if she had grown another head. She sat stiffly on a sofa, looking at them as that thought kept going round and round in her head.
She won.
She beat Douche Dexter.
And then something else occurred to her. She was going to have to fight again. She was going to have to fight a student at the advanced level.
“What the hell have I just done?” she whispered.
Zeke, Derek, and Myles looked at each other and then back at her. Goddess knew what they were mind-linking each other, but they all probably also realised she had just screwed herself. There was no way she could fight anyone more advanced than Dexter. That was a death sentence!
“How did you do that?” Derek asked.
