The Luna Choosing Game

My feelings for Nicholas, however, were not likely to change any time soon. If I had free reign here, Nicholas was the one I would pursue. But the fact was, the cards were stacked against me from the start.

I was only in this competition to I increase the viewership. I never had a chance of actually winning.

I lower my head. I don’t need Veronica to rescue me, not when the ultimate answer is so innocuous.

“None of it matters,” I said. “You know who I am. Where I come from.

What I'm going back to. In the end, neither Nicholas nor Julian are going to pick me for their Luna. I imagine I'll be going home after the next elimination

ceremony.” I was honestly surprised I had lasted this long. Jessica must have agreed, because she nodded sagely, as if I had imparted some great wisdom. Veronica continued to look at me. Though her face didn’t show it, this time I knew she was offering me pity.

Before I could say anything else, a very drunken Bridget sauntered back toward our dwindling bonfire. She was carrying a near-empty bottle of white wine in her hand. She stopped at my side, looked at the three of us sitting there, and then promptly fell down sideways into the sand.

I rushed to help her, but she pushed off my hand.

“I’m fine,” she grumbled.

“But Bridget,” I started.

she said more

her eyes closed, and she began to loudly snore, all while clutching the wine bottle close like a

brow, and looked

would feel bad enough on her own when she woke up with a hangover. She didn’t need us

like that for

Jessica, and I traded marshmallows until the bag was empty. Bridget

made

must have retired by now. The hallways were barren, except for a few here

my door smiled when I approached him. “Turning in for

me enter, but

you would need it