Emily noticed the looks. The stolen glances. The laughing arm touches. Hell, she had done all of them more than once. The problem was it wasn’t her doing them. No, it was Sadie fcking Monroe and Dorian DeLoughrey. That btch. And what she knew more than anything else was the fact that Sadie was doing this with the knowledge that Dorian was hers. So who could blame her for what she did over the past camping day? The moment Sadie had the audacity to go comfort Dorian, Em had gotten to work. Changing Sadie’s bug spray with sugar water, throwing her luggage in the lake with all her clothes except the most hideous ones, replacing everything in her hike bag with rocks so the girl would struggle as Emily walked with Dorian and that girl was stuck in the back, getting bug bites. Even so far as putting a lizard on her head and laughing with her friends. Oh how she hoped Sadie would burst into tears and decide to leave early.
Emily even had a brilliant plan to take Sadie’s bag to the lake and let the girl wake up there. Was she taking tips from the parent trap? Maybe - but it worked for those twins. Why not her. Well… until Jordan Williams caught her and practically yelled at her. She wouldn’t care except the mention of him tweeting about it with her handle - which she couldn’t let happen with his millions of followers. So she stopped. Whatever. Sadie wasn’t worth it anyway. Though she couldn’t help notice the girl glance back at Dorian in the night. Emily quite literally couldn’t do it anymore. “Sadie,” the name left her mouth as Emily walked towards her. The b*tch had taken her position on the team and her man. No more. “I don’t know how to f!cking spell this out for you - I thought yesterday was pretty self-explanatory. Stay. Away. From. Dorian. Capice? I’d keep making your life a living hell if you somehow didn’t get Jordan to fight your battles for you. But let make one thing clear. While you may be protected for the next two days, I will make your life a living hell for the rest of the year if you don’t sit your pretty ass down away from the big boys table. Alright?”
