Runs away in fits of sadness

As the goth girl ran, Trent follow after her with yells of angst. "Babe don't cry. I was doing it for you."

You almost burst out with a **** of giant laughter. You held it in not wanting to reveal your presence to Gwen, Trent, and that evil maniac Chef. You watch the hurt goth girl trying an effort to avoid the embarrassment of her crush kissing her rival. You watch the liquid tears falling down her face. The only in your mind is she is now open for business after being so fiercely betrayed by Trent.

Your attention went over to Heather who was in equal giggles. You went over to her as she stops slowly but her beautiful face still have the lingering smirk of destroying the girl who had been a pain in her ass over the last few weeks.

"Hi, Heather." You said. "You have been up to something."

She nods. "Yes Chad, I've been doing all of your dirty work. Mmm, I'm a queen not a pawn to be moved around the board."

You stare her over. "At the end of the game, the king and the attractive memorable Queen will stand together in a strong alliance. After we eliminate our puppets, we will be seen to Canada and the world as the greatest pairing since sliced bread." You watch a reaction that seems to be happiness spread across the evil bitch face.

"Mm, I can't say that would be a bad thing." She said thinking it over. "But your group, won't they be upset when they see you and me crumbling and rotting your alliance within."

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