Nothing pissed Gwen off more than Heather. Heather could shoot right at Gwen's mind, making her lose her mind and her patience.

But what irritated Gwen the most was the fact that Heather used you to get to her.

Heather did a lot of things to you, with the simple excuse that it was just for fun.

It was pathetic. Heather was pathetic, Gwen thought.

"That idiot is so... ugh!"

Gwen stomped her foot hard on the wooden floor of your dorm. You were sitting on Gwen's bed, with a piece of cold meat in your eye, after Heather hit you with a baseball bat, trying to disqualify you from the Reality Show.

"She's so selfish and spoiled. I really hope someone joins me to get that damn woman out of here! All she knows is to irritate others and..." Gwen stopped, her eyes turning to you quietly.

Gwen sighed, sitting down next to you on the bunk, looking worried.

"Sorry. I was so focused on throwing hate at Heather that I didn't even ask how you were... that punch must have hurt a lot."