This Means War (The Virgin Wars Contest)
"You know, this would be a lot easier if you just gave up now. It'll save you the embarrassment. You know you're gonna lose, so why even bother trying?" Her tone enraged me. It was somewhere between a sinister pout, and a snide suggestion. This game may be immoral and just utterly wrong, but there's no way in hell I'm going to let her belittle me in front of my peers like this.
"I told you, I'm not chickening out. So don't get your hopes up so high, Lindsey." I told her sounding fearless, although my palms were sweating, and my insides felt like a pool of melted jello. She gave me a tight-lipped smile, though I could tell she was undeniably livid. What was she afraid of? Losing?
After declining her offer, her crystal eyes narrowed and pierced into mine - full of unadulterated hatred. "Fine. And since I'm such a good sport about all of this," she started as she outstretched her hand, tipped with perfectly manicured nails. "Good luck." At first glance, I thought that maybe she was being genuinely considerate.
Of course, I was wrong as I reached my hand out and she pulled hers back, snickering. "You're gonna need all you can get." With a smug grin, the snap of her finger, and a whip of her platinum blonde hair, she and her minions turned around and left me seething. If it were humanly possible, I'd have steam whistling out of my ears.
"Game on." I snarled under my breath.
The need to beat Lindsey completely obliterated any and all of the sane thoughts left in my mind. Suddenly, I was determined not only to win this game, but to wipe the floor with her.
That bitch is going down. She wants a battle, fuck that...this means war.