-Marie POV-

Twice in the same day, I was blinded. By light. Yet again.

I was minding my own business in forest. All of a sudden, a light flashed before me. Like a normal person, I screamed in pain. I mean, would you be all calm when you get blinded by light? You wouldn't!

The person ran over to me, and after seeing my face, he fell backwards. It was the runner from earlier.

"You!" I yelled. "You anti-feminist!"

"You!" he yelled right back. "You gangster girl!"

"Gangster girl?" I scoffed. "Is that really the best you can do? No wonder guys always lose against girls."

"Just because you've been here for a day and won one battle, it doesn't mean you are a consistent winner," he pointed out.

"Well, do you know what that is?" I asked, keeping a smug look on my face. Ugh. Like he knows.

"Arrogance," he answered. My face instantly fell. "What you are is arrogant."

He walked off to his tent, leaving me alone in the forest, yet again. Sighing, I sat in the leaves for the rest of

the night.

*The next day*

Crap. I slept in the forest, so I have mud, twigs, and leaves in my hair. I didn't have time to fix myself up, so I ran back to the Homestead for breakfast.

Looking at me, the runner guy whooped, "Wow. Nice hair day!"

Turning towards him, I started to fire back some more nonsense, but stopped. Instead, I innocently replied, "I'm sorry. I don't think we've introduced each other. I'm Marie, and what's yours?"

The runner looked at me strangely and muttered, "Minho. Name's Minho."

Bloody hell, I think I gave the wrong impression to the guy who was a master on Grievers...