AN/ First off, I want to say a big thankyou to everyone who has ever reviewed my story, especially the regulars. I love you guys and I love writing for this fic because you guys enjoy reading it! I cant wait to read the third book..hmm I suppose when it comes out my fic's title will seem kinda stuuupid. Well anyways, here is the next chap-Bridget-who seems to be the favourite of most, hope you enjoy it.

'Pass! Bridget Pass!' screamed the coach from the sidelines. Bridget smoothly kicked the ball over to Jess, who sailed it over the goalies head into the net. The team cheered, the game had been won, and Bridget was slightly annoyed that it wasn't her who had earned the glory. She could have easily scored that goal had the coach not shrieked at her.

Bridget shook hands with the players of the other team and walked off field, feeling nothing at the victory of her team. All she felt was numb. She didn't know why she wasn't feeling the way she used to when she was on a field- the wind in her hair, using her talent, showing off. It seemed to be all in the past, for the past couple of weeks, Bridget just didn't care. All she could think of was revenge. Revenge against Laura, Eric and anyone who crossed her, Bridget thought she was too angry to be sad now.

Her heart still did a little leap whenever Eric spoke to her. Which was less and less now since she had been desperatly avoiding him. She didn't know what to say to him, how to act. She hated his fiancée and she was sure he could sense it, she certainly hoped Laura could.

Bridget sat by herself at the 'Huntson Tavern' where they were holding their regular victory celebration. The Tavern was on the side of the cliff, and the decking was built over the ocean at Huntson Beach. It was a violently windy night and everyone else was inside, Bridget dangled her legs through the railings and over the edge. She stared down at the waves crashing against the bottom of the cliff, a long way down. She glanced at the beer bottle in her hand, the legal drinking age in Australia was eighteen and she hadhad more to drink in that night that in her entire life. Bridget felt her head spinning and poured the remaining beer over the edge. She watched as is disappeared down, further and further into the darkness. Bridget leant her head against the wooden railing, and closed her eyes.

When she opened them, some unknown amount of time later, Eric was crouched down in front of her.

'Whattdyouwant' she snapped, slurring her words together

Eric smiled softly 'Everyone's gone back to the hotel Bee, we all thought you'd gone home, nobody saw you out here. When we got back and you weren't there I came back looking for you. I'm glad you're okay' He put his hand on her shoulder.

Bridget cringed and pulled away from him. They had deserted her there? Nobody had even noticed she was missing?. Oh but he was glad she was okay. What a load of crap.

'Like you care' She snarled at Eric.

Eric looked a little stung by the hatred in her voice 'Of course I care'

Bridget rolled her eyes 'Yeah, wouldn't want to lose one of your prized players, you've made it clear you care no more than that.'

Eric was definitely wounded that time, score for Bridget. A lock of golden hair fell in front of Bridget's eyes and Eric instinctively brushed it away with his finger tips. She stared at him, eyes wide, cheek tingling where he had touched her. Eric, realising what he had done drew back his fingers as if they'd been burnt.

'Bridget, I…I'm sorry. I'm a mess. Seeing you everyday just reminds me of how I felt..how I…feel. You're a force of nature, you spin my life around every time we meet.' He blurted out, shaking his head.

Bridget wasn't going to make it easy for him 'Well I'm sorry I'm such an inconvenience' she snapped sarcastically.

Eric shook his head. 'You know that's not what I mean Bee. I just, I'm so confused. I love Laura, she's my fiancée- but you..well…you're Bridget'

Bridget, still stinging from his claim of love for Laura glared at him. 'Yes. I am Bridget. Well done' she said patronisingly. 'I'm not a child anymore Eric, I wont put up with your shit again'

'Bee please' he whispered

'No' she said firmly. Attempting to stand up and get as far away from him as possible. She stumbled against the railing. The cold wind blew her hair in every direction and stung her eyes. She leant over the railing and was sick into the ocean far below.

Bridget sighed and stepped away from the railing, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. She backed right into Eric's waiting arms, too tired to resist Bridget let her shoulders droop and he put one arm around her to waist to hold her upright.

'Come on, lets go home' he said reassuringly. But she wasn't reassured. Everything was wrong. To Bridget's horror, she began to cry. Great sobs, which shook her whole body. Unable to walk she sunk down to the ground and just sat there, face in her hands. Eric's warm body wrapped around her own, was only a cold comfort.

AN/ YAY that chapter was fun to write, I had no idea where I was going to go with it at first. Hope you guys liked it. Please Review if you did, or not.