Coming to an abrupt halt once more, Bridget had to keep herself from punching Zara. She really wants a fight, doesn't she? Listening to the girl, she was about to talk but her cousin just kept blabbing on. "You didn't even let me answer the question! Yeah, I do have friends, probably better people than you'll ever meet!" Bridget spoke with confidence, not showing any hint of her timid nature, though it was all a lie. She had grown up in a very empty home with only her, her mother, a chef or two, and some maids. She was home schooled for a while, her mother explaining it was better than a private school, but she knew mother feared that Bridget would get bullied for carrying around her rabbit. "And so what if he is the only thing I talk to?"
"After what you just pulled, I don't think anyone would want to be your friend." She stated calmly.
