Thank you to all the loyal readers who keep reading, even with the three week break! And to everyone else who dedicates their time to reading my crap, thank you! A special thanks to XxXCocoPuffXxX, who consistently has offered advice, guidance, and nice comments to this story. For this reason, I dedicate Chapter 8 to her!

Chapter Eight

"AHHHHHHHHHH! WHAT THE HELL!" Bridget shrieked, astounded. She obtained a sudden foretaste of the campground. Florescent flyers dwelled the grimy ground, the walls, and the everlasting trees. Tommy and Bridget were in a rather striking position, their lips touching rather…uncomfortably. It subsisted of a movie scene, and the entire camp was getting a glimpse of the one passionate moment they had shared. People were gawking at her-her well-merited reputation was ruined.

"Oh my god…"Angelica muttered, her glimpse following the leaflets.

"MY GOD! THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!" Bridget lividly screeched.

"Chuckie and Tommy aren't going to be too happy about this," Phil garbled.

"No they aren't…" Susie stated, knowing that she was somehow involved in this fanatical scheme.

"Have you seen Bridget?" Dil contently interrupted. "She's having a fit! Tearing down posters, littering the campground. But there are WAY too many posters that inhabit this place to slash them all down."

"I told you Bridget, I told you," Kimi sighed inaudibly. A smile eloped her face. She had gotten the sweet revenge she had wanted to desperately. She did feel a little guilty, however, for hurting Tommy so much. And Chuckie's poor, tender heart. It did give her a sense of accomplishment, though. Revenge is bittersweet-a lesson the broken heartened must learn.

"BRIDGET!" Chuckie yelled furiously. "HOW COULD YOU!"

"How could I what?" Bridget solicited, infuriated.

"HOW COULD YOU SEDUCE MY BEST FRIEND WHILE YOU WERE DATING ME! HOW COULD YOU MAKE HIM UNWILLINGLY KISS YOU! HOW COULD YOU CHEAT?" Chuckie crossly yelled.

"Chuckie…Chuckie, I was never in love with you! I was just using you to get to Tommy! How does that make you feel!" Bridget admitted.

"Fine, then," Chuckie replied calmly. "We're over. Period. And we'll see how long you're little 'fun fest' lasts before it comes crashing to the ground."

"We'll see about that," Bridget snidely husked under her breath. "There's nothing you can do to bring down Bridget Sharpe."

Meanwhile

Tommy stared at the florescent pink poster, feeling hatred exploding out of his body. He disgusted this sign of betrayal, this sign of abhorrence. The snapshot of the scene that he had shared with Bridget was portrayed perfectly-the whore who was forcing her boyfriend's best friend into her wrath. Tommy had unwillingly taken the kiss, and the picture revealed that. However, Tommy couldn't help wondering who had composed the item that had trashed Bridget Sharpe. Was it Bridget, who was so determined to get him back? Was it Chuckie, who had gotten a glimpse of the sinful act? Was it someone who secretly admired him from afar?

Before his thought could process any longer, he was interrupted by a rude Bridget, who stomped over to Tommy. Her face was flushed, booming with anger. Tommy glared at her-her crisp blonde curls were no longer attractive. She was morphing into someone different-a diverse personality of Bridget was being displayed.

"You did this! You…you…you!" Bridget accused, poking him sharply with her pen.

"Excuse me! But how could I have possibly planted the picture if I was being pulled into an intimate position?" Tommy pondered.

"You hired someone! This is all just a plot to destroy me, isn't it? You hated my guts for pursuing you, and here you are, trying to ruin my image. That's low, Tommy Pickles, really low. Lower than I would expect from a gentleman like you," Bridget proclaimed, snottily.

"At least I'm not stooping down to your level," Tommy hissed stiffly.

"Oh, is the little baby not ready for Bridget Sharpe? An independent, gorgeous, smart, and charming-" she began to say.

Tommy's emotions fumed inside of him. Without forethought, Tommy stormed forward. With all his might, he shoved Bridget into the sticky mud, thus submerging her into the sticky substance. She hastily attempted to stand up, but the goo had taken a grip into her waist. Her designer clothing was soaked in the mess.

"Tommy, help me, please! Get me out of this mess!" Bridget pleaded, helplessly.

"Remember, at least I'm not stooping to your level." And with that, Tommy trudged into the woods with a satisfied smile on his face, leaving poor Bridget plunged into the sludge.