Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama.

WARNING! This story is a sequel to Brains VS Brawns, and thus makes references to it. If you do not know the BvB winner or the identity of the mystery villain and do not want to be spoiled, read that story first!

Note: Start the fanfair, it's time for a new story! Number two of five in the VS series, this is Cliques VS Cliques, a story I have wanted to write for quite some time. For now, I'll just write ep 1, but after Tween Tour is finished and Letter Starz has made good progress, you can expect me to update this story more. This one is a LOT more light hearted than BvB was. There is still some darkness, as is to be expected from my stuff, but overall it's a lot lighter and softer. Hope you guys like it! Here's part one of this two part première!

Dedicated to DarkShockBro. You've helped me more than you could ever know.

Millions of people across Canada turned on their TV's and tuned into a franchise that they were addicted to. The screens showed an abandoned school in the middle of a huge forest and the surrounding area. There were empty corridors, a library with ragged books, the remnants of a once fancy looking estate, a gym with some unused sports equipment here and there and what seemed to be a shed that would be used for shop class. The cameras also panned to what seemed to be a mineshaft, and then a secretary's office with a foreboding door to the principle's office nearby. Soon enough they came to rest at the front steps of the main school building, where Chris Maclean stepped into view.

"Hello viewers! Welcome back to another amazing season of Total Drama! And this season, we're keeping the contestants out of trouble and in school! Haha! Ok, maybe not out of trouble, but still! You all no doubt remember last season where Brains and Brawns went against each other, ten a side, with seriously dark and crazy things happening! Ruth played her own game in the end and won it all! But that was then, and this is now! This season, twenty new teens are going against each other, and rather then Brains battling against the Brawns, we're taking it to a level we are all familiar with … schoolyard popularity! We're putting four teams of five together to see which clique stands out as the best … the jocks, the nerds, the preps and the oddballs! You all know the types! It'll be a long and gruelling competition, but in the end only one will be left, and will earn the title of winner, and one million dollars to go with it!" Exclaimed Chris, looking dramatic and excited!

Chris paused, letting the viewers presumably take it in.

"And rest assured, we have plenty of surprises planned! But, I shan't spoil them! Haha!" Cackled Chris. "Oh, this will be a fun season! I can hardly wait to get started."

"I do hope you were not planning on starting without me." Said an auto-tuned voice.

Chris groaned and covered his face with his hands as SARA descended from above.

"Oh, you." Groaned Chris. "And the robosexuals in the audience will be glad to see SARA come back."

"B*tch, everybody is pleased to see me back." Smirked SARA.

"Smart ass." Muttered Chris.

"Well, it is my programming." Replied SARA. "But rest assured, I am only here to make sure the season goes well. A lot went out of control last season."

"True. I assume you are also here to make me miserable?" Muttered Chris.

"Nope. I'm sure the other four robots will do just fine without me." Assured SARA,

"Oh, them." Groaned Chris. "Well viewers, I sure hope you'll enjoy this season more than I am going to. This … is Total Drama: Cliques Vs Cliques!"

"And according to my built in sat-nav, the 'cliques' are just a mile down the road." Noted SARA.

This seemed to perk Chris up instantly.

"Oh goodie! Fresh meat!" Cheered Chris.

"Fresher than your rotten meat." Muttered SARA.

"You know it." Winked Chris.

(Theme Song, I Wanna Be Famous)

The camera panned upwards from the school into the sky, and then came down to a forest dirt road where four school buses were travelling along in a line, one red, one green, one gold and one pink. The camera seemed to pause for a moment, almost as though it were making a hard decision, before it panned to the red bus.

(Jock Bus)

At back seat of the bus, the 'cool seat' if you will, sat a large Asian guy. He was very muscular and tough, seemingly as he had done a good deal of weightlifting. He had short cut black hair, a grey sleeveless workout vest and blue jeans, with a rope tied around his waist as a sort of belt. The boy looked around at his team on the bus and smirked to himself.

"This is gonna be f*cking awesome. Easiest sh*t ever." Chuckled the muscular guy.

"I know right!" Giggled a voice. "It's gonna be soooo awesome!"

BAM!

The muscular boy punched the second person, making them yelp and fall to the ground. This person was a rather small boy, only at around five feet tall, with strawberry blond hair put up into a ponytail. He wore green pants, a black shirt with a white skull on it and a black headscarf with a white hash tag symbol on it. His eyes seemed to sparkle a little bit.

"What was that for?" Asked the small boy, looking sad.

"Nothing personal, sh*t head. It's just my b*tchin' rules. I swear once every f*cking sentence. I vote in the f*cking minority. And, I punch the first f*cking person I see every day. I don't want a f*cking easy victory. I want to earn this b*stard." Explained the tough boy, smirking. "My name's Woody, by the sh*tting way. How about you, little b*tch?"

"I'm Dale!" Said the small boy, picking himself back up to his feet. "I may be small, but don't count me out. I'm a little tougher than I look."

"Let's hope so, b*tch. We're the jocks, and if you're not strong then you've gotta p*ss off. What sport do you f*cking play, anyway?" Asked Woody curiously.

"Hockey!" Said Dale brightly. "And I assume you do a lot of weight lifting?"

"Darn straight, b*tch." Smirked Woody. "I'm gonna carry this f*cking team, easy."

"Well, have fun with that." Smiled Dale. "Of course, if you need a little extra muscle, I'm your guy! You know, muscle and planner and such? Heehee, we could be a great duo!"

"Heh, thanks … but no thanks, tw*t. I got this sh*t all under control." Assured Woody, smirking.

Dale pouted, but shrugged.

"Well, ok then, but the offer is still open." Smiled Dale.

As the two continued to talk, ninety percent of it being Woody bragging and swearing and Dale giggling and making a comment here and there, a girl watched them from a seat further forward in the bus.

"What a load of bullsh*t." Muttered the girl. "The million better be worth listening to that crap."

This girl was rather short and seemed quite tough. She had unkempt dark blond hair that went down to her neck, with a small stetson on her head. She wore a brown shirt with a red stars just above the belly area and a pair of dull dark green shorts.

"Ok, simple plan, win challenges and don't get voted off. No need to f*cking complicate things." grunted the girl.

"Right on!" Cheered a girl in the seat behind the first girl. "And the more dangerous the challenges, the better! I want some thrills! Pure adrenaline!"

The second girl was of average height was had fiery orange hair, put up into a bun. She wore a sleeveless purple shirt, with a pin stripe going from the bottom and splitting off into two as it approached the shoulders. She also wore a pair of blue jeans.

"Um, who the hell are you?" Grunted the first girl.

"Juliette Chrome, the ultimate adrenaline junkie!" Smirked the second girl. "I play rough sports, I climb up high places without any gear, I love life to the full! I mean, if you stop and go slow … you might miss it. I hope we have two Cloaked Shadows! Imagine how amazing that would be to battle against! WOOOO!"

"Yeah, could we not? I can't stand that much bullsh*t in one day." Muttered the second girl. "Oh yeah, I'm Taylor. If you don't p*ss me off, and you work hard in challenges, we should get along."

"Not a problem. I never sit around doing nothing." Assured Juliette. "Now, lovely talk and all, but I've never rode on top of a bus while it's in motion, so I'll just be doing that if you'll excuse me."

And with enough clearly being said, Juliette began to climb out of the window and onto the bus of the roof. Taylor just stared.

"… If she breaks her neck, I'm am so voting her off." Grumbled Taylor.

At the front of the bus an Asian, specifically South Korean, girl sat quietly. She was watching a sports game on a small tablet and had headphones plugged in to hear it. She has a rather muscular build and had shaggy, but smooth black hair that went down top her upper neck. For clothing she wore a light orange under shirt and a sleeveless light blue over shirt, and dark grey pants.

"Hmm, not a bad game. Good season." Noted the girl. "Oh, look, a fan just threw a bottle at the goalie. How mature."

The girl paused the game and briefly glanced back at her four team mates, and then nodded to herself as she went back to watching the sports game.

"They seem explosive … looks like being stoic and calm might help. Asa, you can do this." Said the girl, named Asa, confidently.

With that, Asa put her headphone back on and resumed watching the game, seeing if the score would change.

The camera withdrew from the red bus, paused for a few moments, and then panned to the green bus.

(Nerd Bus)

At the front of the bus sat a fairly well built country boy. He had shaggy ginger hair that covered his right eye and went a little past his shoulder, along with a small beard around his mouth. He wore a red shirt, dull blue jeans and a sleeveless jacket with an army camo pattern on it. He seemed to be working on a little gadget of some kind, tools scattered all around the area he was sitting at.

"Alright, that looks to be in order." Noted the boy. "Let's see how it works, eh?"

The boy picked up his gadget, a sort of grappling hook and opened the window next to his seat, he aimed it and fired it. It shot to a nearby apple tree, and then returned at a second press of the trigger, bringing an apple back.

"Eeyup, that looks to be in order." Noted the boy as he took a bite out of the apple.

"Whoa! Slow down! Slow theFUCK down!" Yelled a second boy.

This boy was shorter and scrawnier than the first boy, but seemed to have no less presence. He had tidy and short brown hair and glasses. He also wore a plain and tidy white shirt with a pocket protector containing two pens, and light sandy coloured pants. He had such a deep scowl that he looked constipated.

"Um … can I help you?" Said the first boy, now chewing his apple a little slower.

"Yes! You can! Stop being over powered!" yelled the second boy.

"… Pardon?" Repeated the first boy. "Oh, and yeah, I'm Boonie, for the record.

"Patrick." Said the second boy. "… And what I mean is that the skills some plays have are BULLSHIT! Harold was bad enough, but last season we had a villain who spammed the teleport button to get around, a f*cking hacker, a pervert who got to the end way too f*cking easily and … and ... aaaarrrgh, I'm so pissed off!"

Boonie now looked both lost and concerned.

"Um … I'm just an inventor. Years of practice." Said Boonie awkwardly. "Ya might wanna watch your blood pressure, though."

"GRAAAAAAAAARRRGH!" Fumed Patrick, shaking in rage. "WHY DID I PLAY E.T BEFORE COMING HERE!?"

Boonie debated whether or not he should ask the question that came to his mind. After all, he did not want to have his head ripped off with the spinal cord still attached.

"Um … what's E.T?" Asked Boonie blankly.

"It's a video game. A bad one." Said Patrick, somehow not screaming.

"I ain't ever played any video games." Shrugged Boonie.

Patrick began to twitch, his face turning red at a tomato.

"IT IS THE WORST FUCKING GAME EVER! I WOULD RATHER HAVE MY DICK CHOMPED OFF BY A HORNY SHARK AND EAT THE SHIT OF A UNICORN WITH CANCER IN ITS ASS! FUCK THIS GAME! GRAAAAAARRRGH!" Screamed Patrick, almost cracking the glass of the bus windows.

Patrick heaved and gasped for breath, worn on from his tantrum. Boonie just stared for a few moments, and then inched away.

"I'll be sure to avoid it then, if I ever play games." Noted Boonie.

Further back along the bus a rather petite Japanese girl was sitting quietly, reading a book about cosplay. She had straight black hair that went slightly past her shoulders, a ponytail present as well. This small girl wore a plum jacket with a neon purple undershirt and a golden shirt that went down to her knees.

"So many good costumes." Thought the girl as she read her book. "I should keep these in mind for next year's con … well, the ones where I would not have to show my face at least. Heheheh..."

The girl was not alone for long however as second girl approached her.

"Mind if I sit here?" Asked the second girl.

"Um … sure, take a seat." Said the first girl, smiling shyly.

The second girl smiled and took a seat, and began jotting in a notebook as she glanced around at the boys on the team. This girl was Iranian, and wore glasses, and her neck length hair was brunette coloured with a large fringe and two small pigtails. She wore a white lab coat and an orange shirt underneath it, which showed just a little cleavage and light blue pants. She giggled a little as she wrote in her notepad.

After a minute or two the first girl looked curious and dared to speak up.

"So, what are we writing about? A story? Strategy?" Asked the first girl, before gasping and looking nervous. "Oh, where are my manners!? You don't even know my name! My name is Yorkie."

"Pleasure to meet you Yorkie, fellow nerd of mine. I'm Lola." Smiled the second girl, looking friendly. "And my notes? Oh, nothing much, just preparing myself for the hunt."

"… Hunt?" Repeated Yorkie.

"Yup! The hunt! A hunt for a mate." Giggled Lola. "Statistically speaking, it is quite likely one will enter a relationship during this game. Last season there were six couples by the end of the game. And most of those players were portrayed as 'sweetie pies'. Thus, if be the best girl I can be, I might just find my mate! It could be one of the boys in this bus. Imagine that, hehehehe!"

"Love is so strange." Blushed Yorkie, looking embarrassed at the topic.

"Oh, but it is also very alluring, like Kenny G on the saxophone." Purred Lola. "Take a look around us."

Yorkie did so, though not knowing why.

"You see what I see?" Asked Lola.

"… Boys?" Guessed Yorkie.

"Nope … men." Giggled Lola, fanning herself. "We have the buff country boy with brains, he seems like a gentlemen. The angry guy having a pout, such personality. And the quiet guy at the back of the bus … he's so mysterious and had amazing hair. Oh me, oh my!"

Yorkie now looked very embarrassed and awkward.

"Well, um … good luck with that." Mumbled Yorkie. "I'll just, um … sit and listen."

Lola then noticed Yorkie's cosplay book.

"You're into cosplay, huh? Neato! Maybe that is the secret to getting boys … can I have a look?" Requested Lola politely.

Yorkie nodded and passed the book over which Lola eagerly began to read.

"Ooooo, I like this one." Smirked Lola. "I should try it out … for science … and stuff."

Yorkie silently nodded, not sure what she could add to the conversation.

At the very back of the bus sat a thin guy with a stoic expression. He had well kept spiky raven coloured hair, and a short beard of the same colour. He looked to be of African descent and, along with a pair of glasses, he wore dark bronzey pants, a light yellow shirt and a sea green jacket. He was reading a rather thick book.

"A little dull after the ninth read, but it pays to keep my mind sharp … literally, soon enough." Said boy as he set down his book, which had the words 'owned by Finneas' hand written in it.

Finneas surveyed the rest of his team thoughtfully.

"Hmm … a strong inventor, a rager, a shy girl and … I think a confident flirt? Not a huge amount, but I can work with it. I should be the most rational person here." Noted Finneas. "No getting close. It's logic and objective thinking at every turn. Ruth won without emotion, so I shall too."

Finneas glanced out the window behind him at the pink bus.

"I must admit, I am curious to know that the, presumably, Oddballs team will be like. Early boots, but hopefully amusing." Noted Finneas. "Guess I will find out shortly."

Finneas wanted to feel excitement, but he could not let even that emotion throw him off. Thus, he sat quietly, patiently waiting for the bus to arrive at its destination.

The camera panned away from the green bus and then slowly panned to the pink bus that was a little ways behind it.

(Oddball Bus)

Near the front of the bus sat a short girl who looked to be deep in thought.

"Oooooo, come on, think, think, think! You're almost out of time!" Exclaimed the girl.

The girl had short and very curly pinky red hair, clearly dyed, and … large 'assets', perhaps G cups. She sore a bright purple shirt with a green collar and a long bright pink skirt.

"Fortune Mary Falls, you have to step it up missy! You are going to be seen my millions of people and have a real chance of getting your name known and leaving your tiny town for glitz and glamour … but how are you going to do that if you can't think of a gimmick to use!" Exclaimed the girl, scolding herself.

Fortune threw up her arms, her boobs bouncing as she did so, and looked out the window thoughtfully.

"Sing everything I say? Ella basically did that. Speak in morse code? Nobody would understand me. Take off my shirt? Justin did it, and I don't want that kind of popularity. Um … ummm … UMMMMMM … I could always just say some random crap and hope it becomes a thing." Mused Fortune. "Gee, the gimmicks of past seasons made it look so easy. Even Ezekiel is a better gimmick than me!"

While Fortune fretted over her 'problem', a few seats back along the bus a guy was looking at her with an expression of both arousal and pure terror. He had well groomed spiky blond hair which went to his lower neck and wide, scared eyed. He wore a lime green shirt with a purple four point star at the centre and bright blue pants.

"What a girl. The titties … the titties man! Ooo, why is she on my team? She's gonna kill me! Titties! Death! Titties! Death! Death by titties and I have no idea if that's gonna be horrible or fun!" Whimpered the guy, crossing his legs and putting a hand over his heart. "Why must I have the biggest sex drive since Johnny Sins and be so scared of sex! It's not fair! Titties, man!"

The boy moaned and held his head with both hands.

"At least the other girl is only sorta cute." Mumbled the boy.

"Are you ok? You are, like, freaking out." Said a high pitched voice.

The first boy nervously turned around, expecting to see a girl … and raised an eyebrow when he saw a guy. This was was very muscular and was blond, with a ponytail, large moustache and visible chest hair. He wore red sunglasses, bright yellow pants and a neon pink shirt with a purple K on it.

"I'm scared." Moaned the first boy. "I'm excited and scared!"

"Oh em gee, I know how that feels! Like, when I was packing I was so happy to be heading here, but it turned out I didn't have any space in my suitcase for my cute heels! I nearly fainted!" Exclaimed the 'tough' guy. "So, what has you freaking out? Oh, and for the record, my name is Kenny. Kenny Gee."

"You mean like the musician." Asked the first boy.

"Like him, but cuter." Winked Kenny. "Your name?"

"Orwell. And my problem … I'm a Genophobic Pervert." Moaned the first boy, glancing back at Fortune and shuddering. "Sex and porn are amazing … and terrifying! I keep giving myself nightmares and heart attacks, but I keep going back to them because, you know, titties!"

"… Whoa, and I thought having no room left in the house for more shoes was a problem." Winced Kenny. "That sounds, like, really sucky. Personally, I never really was into that kind of stuff. Me and my girlfriend Wendy started going out in the fufth grade, sooooooo … my eyes never really wandered."

"Girlfriend?" Repeated Orwell, once again gazing at Fortune and whimpering.

Kenny pouted.

"Ok, seriously? Why do people keep thinking I am gay?" Asked Kenny, pouting immaturely. "Just because I enjoy fashion, chic flicks, makeovers and collect shoes, it is no reason to assume I am gay!"

"… Sorry." Apologised Orwell sincerely.

"You should be. Labelling people is not fetch." Said Kenny firmly, before smiling again. "So, now that we've cleared that up, keep your focus on me. I'm the least scary guy I know. Wendy is scarier. Shark lover, you know how it is with girls."

"Don't I know it." Agreed Orwell, making an odd expression somewhere between cowering and drooling.

At the back of the bus a guy who looked kinda normal for somebody on the oddball team was doing a little meditation. He breathed in, and then out, and then did the same once more.

"You can do this. You can trust the therapist, they said it would be a good idea to meet people and start to socialise again. It happened a long time ago. You're making a comeback. It's just Total Drama, nothing more." Thought the guy firmly. "And with how nuts this team looks, I like my chances in the early rounds."

The guy had strawberry blond hair, though there were a few bright blond streaks in it. His cloths were rather plain, just a light gold shirt and dark blue pants.

"I wonder when we're gonna get there." Pondered the guy. "We've been in motion for … an hour, I'd guess?"

"An hour closer to our doom!" Said a cheerfully ominous voice.

The boy glanced over to a girl nearby who was drawing on the seat in front of her with a marker pen. The drawings depicted deadly death. Yay for alliteration. She looked to be half Asian and had well groomed, possibly dyed, blond hair that went to her neck, a long black skirt and a dark purple shirt with a yellow smiley face on the chest area.

"… Pardon?" Said the boy.

"Oh, sorry, force of habit. When people say time has passed I say doom is closer … because, you know, it is. We all have to die one day and that day ticks ever closer. But hey, at least for the first time ever the entire population will have something in common … being dead!" Giggled the girl.

"… That's an interesting way to look at it." Noted the boy with a smirk. "Looks like we're team mates. I'm Arthur. You?"

"It says Yasmine on my birth certificate, but everybody calls me Yazz and that is what I will be going by." Winked the girl. "I swear, I think mum and dad have kinda forgotten my real name and just don't want to admit it."

"Hard to forget such a delicious name." Said Arthur slyly.

Yazz couldn't help but laugh.

"Ladies man, huh? I appreciate the compliment, but I already got a boyfriend." Chuckled Yazz. "What a first date that was..."

"What happened? I got time to listen." Smiled Arthur.

"Well, we met when we were hitting the town, warning the 'sheeple' of the apocalypse the next weekend when we happened to go down the same street and bump into each other." Began Yazz.

Arthur listened, looking interested. Maybe this game would be easier than he thought.

The camera once again panned back out, and changed it's focus to the last bus, the gold bus, before zooming in once more.

(Prep Bus)

All five of the preps yelped as the bus hit a pothole, making them all bounce. At the front of the bus a guy muttered in annoyance.

"Not even there yet, and the crap is already getting started." Grumbled the boy.

The boy however still managed to chuckle.

"This is gonna be fun. Hehehe, the rest would have to form an alliance of nineteen to get me out." Smirked the boy, speaking quietly.

The boy was Indian and looked to be rather fancy. He had smooth, well groomed raven hair that had a large fringe that stuck up at the front. He wore dull moss green pants and a dark red zip up jacket, with a sleeveless purple undershirt. To say he looked confident would be an understatement.

"Wonder what the people on the other teams are like." Pondered the boy.

"Hopefully sweet, and maybe poor too!" Said a cheerful voice.

The boy jumped a little having not noticed he had company.

"When did you get here!?" Asked the boy, holding his heart.

"Just now. You looked lonely. Also, I was bored and wanted somebody to talk to." Said the owner of the voice.

The voice's owner was a somewhat chubby girl with curly golden blond hair that went down to her mid-back. She wore a brown shirt and a light green skirt, both patched up and looking rather worn. She also wore a golden pendent. The girl seemed very peppy and cheerful.

"Um … question. What are you doing on the preps bus?" Asked the boy. "You look like you're in poverty."

"Aww, thanks!" Exclaimed the girl, giving the boy a hug.

"Ick!" Muttered the boy, before he was released. "How is that a compliment?"

"Well, funny little story there. My name is Peach Pye and I'm a billionaire, but money is kinda boring to me. I like being poor! The poor are so darn sweet and brave, always fighting adversity and being there for each other! I wanted to have that too, since my social circle … eeeeh, yeah, not really. So, rags are a go, and here I am, a poor little rich girl. Heehee!" Giggled the girl.

The boy gave a blank look to a nearby camera and mouthed 'what the f*ck'.

"So now you know about me. What about you?" Asked Peach sweetly.

"My name is Sanjay Raj." Stated the boy, smirking. "I am the future winner of this season."

"Spoiler alert!" Pouted Peach, giggling. "Saaaaay … are you related to Wishami from last season by any chance?"

"Why, just because my surname happens to be the same?" Frowned Sanjay, crossing his arms.

"Ummmm..." Gulped Peach, looking nervous.

"Nah, just messing with you. Yeah, she is. Our father's are brothers." Explained Sanjay putting his hands behind his head. "I bet her I could do what she failed to do, and make the merge. If I do, that's an extra ten grand on top of the million."

"And if you don't?" Asked Peach curiously.

"Then I have to tidy her room in a maid's outfit." Stated Sanjay, grimacing.

"Sounds fun!" Exclaimed Peach, clapping her hands. "Maids are poor and sweet!"

"No, it's not! … Do you have any idea how messy her room is? It's a pig sty, I'd be there for hours!" Exclaimed Sanjay. "But, no worries, I got this."

"Could you tell Wishami I said hi to her? I was a fan of her last season. She was all like 'raaaargh' in the finale." Giggled Peach.

"After I win, sure." Shrugged Sanjay.

Meanwhile, further back along the bus and sitting by a window was another boy. He was well built physically and had tidy auburn hair that had a small fringe. He wore a white shirt and a black tuxedo jacket, along with dark red pants and a red bow tie. He was looking at a photo in his hand which showed three young children, all aged four years old, with two girls and one boy.

"Get ready to rumble Trevor. They signed you up and you told them you'd win it." Smirked the boy. "At the very least I know I'm not gonna end hated be every fan. Heh, those kids, pranking their butler … their soon to be rich butler."

As Trevor fondly looked over the photo, a nearby girl peered over to glance at what was on the photo. She was Spanish and long, wavy raven hair that went down to her mid-back. She wore cyan tube top which had some green at the topmost and bottommost sections, and purple pants.

Trevor noticed the girl looking, and smirked.

"Somebody's nosy." Said Trevor with a chuckle, turning to face the girl.

"Oh, sorry." Apologised the girl sheepishly. "The photo just caught my eye is all. They your family?"

"I may tell me if you tell me your name." Offered Trevor.

"I'm Roana. What's your name?" Asked the girl.

"I'm Trevor. Trevor George." Replied Trevor. "And these three kids are the Mallori triplets. See, I'm their butler and they got me on this show. I'm winning it for them … and top try and set a good example for them. Plus, money."

"That's really sweet! As for me, my goals are a little bit more selfish." Chuckled Roana.

"Just here for the cash?" Asked Trevor.

"It'd be nice." Admitted Roana. "But, nah, not entirely. I party a lot and am the biggest party queen back home, but … I'm gonna be going to college once summer is over, and I will need to start focusing and being an adult. So, this game is my last party. I even have some beer in my suitcase if you want some?"

"Are you even legally old enough?" Asked Trevor.

Roana looked shifty.

"In some countries, possibly." Said Roana slyly.

"Good enough for me." Laughed Trevor. "Well, I hope the season is the last party you hope it will be."

"Wish I could say I hope you win … but I really don't." Giggled Roana.

"Don't worry, I feel the same about you." Smirked Trevor.

The two 'preps' laughed.

At the very back of the bus sat a girl, who was playing with a stack of cards. She was Mexican and had freckles as well as dark brown hair that flowed down to her mid-back. She wore a cap that was purple and with a grey visor, and a gold dollar sign on the purple part. She wore a very low-cut showgirl dress that only slightly went past her rump, with purple trim at the base and a graphic of a playing card with a heart at the belly area. She also wore purple latex boots which went up slightly past her knees.

"This is gonna be good. High risk, high reward, just like at work." Giggled the girl. "I bet the viewers are already placing bets."

The girl adjusted her hat and shook her clenched fists eagerly.

"I can't wait until we get there. I've got a muy awesome plan just waiting to happen. Things are gonna be just golden for Goldie." Smirked the girl. "And hey, if this school has a no gambling rule, I'll start some side betting to make extra money."

Goldie smirked.

"Oh, who am I kidding, I'd do it even if it wasn't allowed." Grinned Goldie.

The camera panned out from the gold bus as it and the other three school buses continued down the dirt road, coming ever closer to the school.

(School Centre)

About three minutes later the four buses entered through the rusty front gates of the school (the words over them reading 'Spencer Millington Finishing School') and parked, coming to a stop in a row. The twenty teens all filed out of their respective buses. After they had all stepped off the doors of the buses closed and they drove back out of the school as quickly as they had came in. The rusty gates slowly creaked closed.

"… Creepy." Noted Yazz.

"Welcome students!" Said a grand voice.

The 'students' all turned to see Chris coming down the front steps of the main school building, with SARA beside him.

"Ok, before we begin, please stand amongst the people you shared a bus with." Requested Chris.

The students did as they were asked and soon four small crowds of five were formed.

"Lovely." Nodded Chris, before flashing an award winning grin. "Welcome to the Maclean Academy kids! Ignore the words over the gate, this school is mine now … and you students are in my domain!"

"The one school you'd want to get expelled from." Snarked SARA.

"Ignore the robot." Stated Chris. "Welcome, not just to school but to another season of Total Drama! I am sure you are familiar with the show, but at any rate I'll go over the basics. Be the last camper standing by any non-lethal means necessary, both by winning challenges and avoiding elimination, and you shall be one million dollars richer! But it won't be easy! Last season sure proved that! Haha! But, you can bet this season will be very different from Brains VS Brawns!"

"For better or worse." Added SARA.

"Exactly! This time, you have food and shelter provided for you, so no need to go foraging. Also, four teams! A double edge sword as while it is more likely you will be safe from elimination … each vote off will have a much bigger impact due to the small teams. Not just that, but we have an all new elimination device; you'll love it. But, more on that aspect later" Smirked Chris darkly. "As with last season, idols are in play but will work a little differently. Each idol has a rules sheet attached, so you'll know what to do if you are lucky enough to find one."

"Gotta love exposition." Added SARA.

"Gotta love the scrapyard." Muttered Chris. "Now, no more brains and brawns, as that score had been settled! Nope, this time it'll be Cliques VS Cliques! Now, I'm gonna call out your names, grouped one team at a time, and you just … I dunno, give me some indication you did not, in fact, die on the way here."

"If you died, we'll throw in a burial that will come out of Chris' salary." Promised SARA.

Chris flipped SARA off with one hand while focusing on the paper he held in his other hands. He turned his focus to the Jocks.

"Ok, let's get this started." Declared Chris.

"Woody."

"Ready to get sh*t done!" Declared Woody.

"Dale."

"Ready to rumble!" Giggled Dale, striking a cute pose.

"Taylor."

"Ready to kick some ass!" Yelled Taylor.

"Juliette."

"Bring on the first challenge!" Whooped Juliette.

"Asa."

"Present." Confirmed Asa.

"You five are the jocks. Sporty, tough, strong and … basically, the ones who enjoy physical activity." Declared Chris. "You shall collectively be known as … The Jarring Jocks!"

On the screens of the viewers, a red icon with a football in it appeared above the five.

"Nice name." Noted Dale. "We got this."

Chris then turned his focus to the Nerds.

"Boonie."

"Ready to get started." Grinned Boonie.

"Patrick."

"FUCK!" Yelled Patrick.

"Yorkie."

"Um … here." Said Yorkie shyly, rubbing her side awkwardly.

"Lola."

"Glad to be here," Winked Lola.

"Finneas."

"Here." Said Finneas with a nod.

"You five are the Nerds. Smart, dorky, into geeky things and … basically, unpopular, you five shall collectively be known as … the Nitro Nerds!" Declared Chris.

On the screens of the viewers a green icon appeared above the team with a half filled test tube on it.

"Not a bad name there." Smiled Boonie.

"Wait, aren't the jocks and us kinda a rehash of the Brains and Brawns?" Asked Lola curiously.

"No, you are different. Stop asking." Grunted Chris.

"He's not had his nap yet so he is kind of cranky." Stated SARA.

Chris wordlessly flipped SARA off again and turned to the Oddballs.

"Fortune."

"… Spaghetti!" Declared Fortune.

"Orwell."

"Don't show your titties!" Wailed Orwell.

"Kenny."

"Hiiiiiii!" Sang Kenny.

"Arthur."

"Right here." Smirked Arthur.

"Yasmine, or as she will henceforth be known, Yazz."

"Ready to play and ready to die!" Cheered Yazz.

"You guys … are very, very strange. Totally mad. You make the guy who invented new cola look normal. You're oddballs." Stated Chris cheerfully. "Due to this, you are going to be known as the Onomatopoeia Oddballs."

On the TV screens of the viewers a pink icon appeared which has an ice cream on it.

"Dibs on the best team name!" Cheered Kenny.

Chris then lastly turned his attention to the Preps.

"Sanjay."

"Ready to rumble." Smirked Sanjay.

"Peach."

"Dirt poor and happy!" Giggled Peach.

"Trevor."

"Ready for anything." Declared Trevor.

"Roana."

"WOOOOOO! Party time!" Cheered Roana.

"Goldie."

"Place your bets folks! Place them on me, that is!" Said Goldie, winking at a camera.

"You five are preps. The rich kids who are well off, get the best of everything and have butlers carry your schoolwork. We all know the types." Stated Chris. "As a team, you guys are known as the Precious Preps."

On the TV Screens of the viewers, a gold icon with a dollar sign in it appeared.

"I feel sorta out of place." Chuckled Roana awkwardly.

"So, you guys know your teams and have seen your competition. Now … the game begins!" Declared Chris grandly. "But first, you should probably get unpacked. Jocks sleep at the gym, Nerds sleep at the library, Oddballs sleep in the woodshop area and Preps sleep in the run down building that used to be where the elite of this school stayed before it got mysteriously closed down..."

As Chris said this SARA handed out maps of the campus to each of the students. Boonie looked fascinated at the sight of SARA and shook her hand while Yorkie looked a little spooked by the robot.

"The first challenge begins in one hour." Declared Chris. "Meet me, and this annoying robot, in the school canteen at that time."

"And be sure to say hello to my friends at your 'camp sites'." Added SARA.

"… Oh, yeah, and there are several outhouses around the campus. They all function as confessional cams and are highlighted on your map. Why not use them to let the audience know what you are thinking?" Suggested Chris.

(Confessional: Back to school!)

Dale: Heheheh, none of them know it, but I actually lead a pretty vicious gang back home. I'll spare you the detail, but I collect teeth. For now, I'm just gonna be the cute, dorky hockey player and laugh at the others in here.

Finneas: I intend to play with only three things. Strategy, logic and common sense. They will be invaluable traits. Emotions will just throw me off. To back this point up, just look at last season's winner. She hardly ever emoted, and won. I'll be like that … but a little more direct.

Yazz: I already ave a question. Why is Arthur on this team? He seems … normal, and boring. Is he secretly some kind of axe murderer with a shark fetish? … I sure hope he is!

Peach: … I kinda wanted to be on the jock team. Bummer. (Peach pouts) … But, we've got a butler. Not much can beat that, right? (Peach giggles)

(Gym)

The five jocks entered the gym and gazed around. Sports equipment that had been left dormant for years was set up, bleachers were built and looked a little dusty, and a room was at the far side of the gym, seemingly leading to the bathroom.

"Not bad." Noted Asa.

"Could be a little less … empty." Admitted Juliette. "So … looks like we're the jocks? Kick ass! What should we do first? Start running laps?"

"Ok, I got something to say and I am only saying it once, so you better damn listen up!" Declared Taylor. "I like chicks, and if any of you have a problem with that then feel free to form a line behind me, get on your knees and kiss my f*cking ass!"

There was a rather awkward silence, which was broken by Juliette.

"A sharing session huh? Love it! Ok, I have made it my life's goal to climb on top of every building in my home town and jump off. Still got a couple dozen to go, but I'm getting there." Smirked Juliette.

"I'm f*cking awesome." Bragged Woody.

"Didn't SARA mention a friend of hers was going to be in here. I don't see anybody." Noted Dale.

BAM!

A dodge-ball was thrown as Dale, knocking him over. He looked murderous for a brief moment, before laughing it off as he got back up. At that moment a robot jumped from the gym rafters and landed in front of the team. It looked similar to SARA, but has a blue screen instead of purple and had a large, wonky antenna.

"Bam! Here I am! Bad Ass Robot Assistant, or BARA to you b*tches!" Declared Bara. "I am your mentor, and by the time I am done with you, you're all gonna be awesome."

"Somebody pinch me." Said Juliette, fanning herself. "We have a robot drill sergeant!"

"I don't need it, I already am f*cking awesome." Smirked Woody.

BARA shoved Woody over.

"If you were, you'd have seen that coming." Stated BARA. "Now everybody get running some laps! Five laps to prove yourself worthy of being on the team!"

Asa and Juliette sped off as obeyed leaving the other three team members just standing there.

"I don't take orders from anybody but me." Said Taylor, frowning.

"And I'm already a f*cking badass." Smirked Woody, with Dale nodding in agreement.

"You're really f*cking not." Grunted Taylor.

"Oooooo, social game right here." Smirked Dale.

"Give me a reason." Hissed Taylor.

"I'm cute?" Winked Dale.

"… I'll run laps. Better than dealing with this bullsh*t." Scoffed Taylor as she began to run.

BARA glanced at Woody and Dale.

"I expected better." Admitted BARA. "Wimps!"

"Oh yeah, b*tch? I'll f*cking show you!" Bragged Woody as he ran off.

Dale shrugged and followed after Woody, trying to keep pace.

BARA look over the team it was going to mentor.

"… They'll do." Smirked BARA, smoking a metal cigar.

(Confessional: Better laps than lashes.)

Asa: Such a loud team. Being a quiet girl will probably serve me well.

Taylor: I swear, wasn't one robot enough? Now we've got five of these f*ckers?! The million better be worth the bullsh*t!

(Library)

The five nerds strolled into the library, glancing around. The shelves were filled with books that, though old and withered, looked like they could still be read.

"Hm, looks like there could be a book for all of us." Noted Finneas.

"I wonder if there is anything on biology." Pondered Lola. "So, um … we're nerds, huh? I wonder if the name is meant as a compliment or as an insult."

"Doesn't matter what the team is called, as long as it's the winning team." Shrugged Boonie.

"He's right." Agreed Finneas. "Well, let's get unpacked then."

It wasn't long before the five had found the beds (with a shelf used to separate between genders) and unpacked. After that the team members spread out to look around their living space. Boonie was soon working on putting together a large and extendible set of tongs to reach books on the highest shelves.

"Too bad I don't know what the challenges are in advance. Otherwise I'd create somethin' good for each of them." Mused Boonie as he worked.

Boonie then noticed Yorkie nearby, jumping up and down as she tried to reach one of the upper shelves. Seeing this as a good way to test his invention, Boonie approached her.

"Allow me." Said Boonie as he he used the extendable tongs to get hold of the book Yorkie had been trying to reach. "This the one."

Yorkie nodded and smiled as Boonie passed her the book.

"Thanks." Said Yorkie nervously.

"Feeling shy?" Asked Boonie.

Yorkie sighed and nodded, tracing her foot along the ground a little.

"Happens to the best of us." Assured Boonie. "Enjoy your book … and keeps the tongs. That way you can reach any shelf."

Boonie took a took on engineering off the shelf and walked away. Yorkie smiled as he took his leave.

At a different part of the library Finneas was inspecting one of the books.

"Hmm … interesting. Seems to be from the sixteen hundreds." Noted Finneas.

Lola walked up, taking a deep breath as she did so.

"Hello Finneas." Greeted Lola. "Liking our team?"

"It's a good selection, yes." Replied Finneas.

"We should get to know each other before the first vote rolls around. Do you have any hobbies?" Asked Lola.

Finneas looked at Lola for a few moments.

"Are you planning on flirting with me?" Asked Finneas patiently.

"Um … maybe just a little." Admitted Lola. "Am I that obvious?"

"I'm afraid so, and though I am flattered … sorry, I'm gay. Better luck with Boonie or Patrick." Stated Finneas as he turned back to the books.

Lola looked rather embarrassed as she mumbled a polite farewell and walked away.

Patrick meanwhile was standing near the entrance to the library by himself.

"… What, do I f*cking smell like sh*t or something?" Scowled Patrick.

"Me am not sure." Said a voice.

Patrick turned and raised an eyebrow. Standing near him was a robot that, while similar to SARA, was tall, thin and lanky in its frame with a green screen and a derpy face.

"Who are you?" Asked Patrick.

"Me am Dumb Ass Robot Assistant. I like pickles." Said the robot. "Duuuuuuuh."

"Oh, of course, because everybody loves retard humour! Just because it's a robot it doesn't make it ok!" Scowled Patrick, flipping off a nearby camera. "FUCK!"

(Confessional: Smarter does not always mean sweeter.)

Lola: … Not the first time that has happened to me. But, at least I'll be able to talk strategy with Finneas and not get distracted.

Patrick: That f*cking robot starting singing Old MacDonald for ten minutes! GRAAAAAARRGH! I'D RATHER EAT ROAD-KILL WITH SHIT SAUCE THAN LISTEN TO IT AGAIN!

(Woodshop Classroom)

"I never did like woodshop." Pouted Kenny.

"I wonder if any of the tools are left over." Pondered Arthur.

The woodshop classroom was barren and empty. All the major machines were long since dismantled and gone, and the work benches were worn and covered in ancient sawdust.

"Well, I guess we better get settled in." Noted Yazz. "Let's hope we don't inhale any sawdust in our sleep."

"I think the beds are in the back room." Stated Arthur.

Kenny had walked to the back room and peered in.

"Yep, looks like we've got a hammock each. Fetch!" Squeed Kenny. "Dibs on top hammock!"

"Should we start getting to know each other?" Suggested Yazz. "I have a good story to tell involving an earthquake and a wedding cake."

"Let's unpack first. We're gonna be here a while." Suggested Arthur. "After we can talk about juicy and tasty stories."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. I have some things I need to get put somewhere private." Admitted Orwell.

"Me too. Let's go." Nodded Fortune.

"EEEEEK! No! Bad titties! Good titties! AAARRRGH!" Wailed Orwell as he sped to the back room and quickly shut the door.

Fortune looked confused.

"… Was it something I said?" Asked Fortune.

"Don't worry, he's just a pervert who is scared of sexiness." Assured Kenny. "Be right back."

Kenny left to try and calm Orwell down while Fortune pouted.

"… Why didn't I think of that gimmick?! That would have been amazing!" Exclaimed Fortune. "… Never heard of a boy not liking my boobs before. Coolio."

Meanwhile Yazz was talking with Arthur.

"Soooooo … why are you on this team? You seem like the odd guy out among the oddballs." Noted Yazz.

"Secret." Smirked Arthur. "But I have a secret for you."

"Oooo! What is it?" Asked Yazz equally. "Do you know the exact second the world will end?!"

"Not quite. But, I was thinking that we could start an alliance." Suggested Arthur slyly. "On a team of five every vote matters, so … we could gain some power. You in?"

Yazz pondered this.

"Well, I can't build my anti-apocalypse bunker if I get voted off, can I? I'm in!" Agreed Yazz, shaking Arthur's hand.

"Excellent. Now … any idea where that friend SARA mentioned might be?" Asked Arthur.

"Over there?" Guessed Yazz.

Sure enough, a short square robot with a red screen and angry face had entered the room.

"Listen up brats! You are going to win the upcoming challenge, and you are going to like it!" Yelled the robot. "If you lose, I am going to say several very bad words!"

Fortune moaned dramatically.

"Why didn't I think one of the one note angry caricature shtick?" Sighed Fortune.

"Who are you calling a caricature?!" Yelled the robot. "Nobody calls Jerk Ass Robot Assistant a caricature!"

(Confessional: Maybe her gimmick could be speaking in a bad French accent?)

Arthur: I like my team. They're a lot off fun and, well, I seem like the smartest guy on the team. With me and Yazz a duo, Kenny being tough and Fortune and Orwell as fodder, I like how things are going right now.

Orwell: Ok, once I calm down and start playing the strategy up … I'm voting for Fortune! Her lovely titties are making me sweat in all the wrong ways! At least Kenny is cool.

(Desecrated House)

The five preps entered their new home and glanced around. Whatever fanciness this place had was long gone, judging by the cobwebs and ripped curtains … and hole in the floor.

"… I love it!" Cheered Peach.

"I don't." Muttered Sanjay. "… At least the bed frames seem secure."

"Maybe a pre-challenge nap is in order." Smirked Trevor.

Trevor flopped back onto a bed.

The bed broke.

"… Yeah, you have officially claimed that one." Declared Sanjay.

"Eh, it's still soft." Shrugged Trevor as he began to relax.

Roana took out five small bottles of booze from her suitcase.

"We should get started on the right note. Anybody want a drink?" Offered Roana.

"I'm not thirsty." Said Trevor politely.

"Too expensive for me." Stated Peach.

"Sure, why not?" Chuckled Sanjay.

"Maybe we should wait until after the challenge? If any of us go to the challenge drunk we'll probably lose." Warned Goldie. "I'm all for taking a gamble and a risk, but come on."

"You know, you have a point." Admitted Roana. "Sure, we'll save the good stuff until later."

Roana put the booze back into her suitcase while the team began to mill around the building. Goldie admired some of the faded paintings on the wall as Sanjay approached her.

"So, I was thinking … it was pretty smart of you to refuse the booze. I need smart people. Wanna team up?" Offered Sanjay.

"Sure thing amigo. I was gonna ask you the same thing." Replied Goldie.

"Excellent. This can only benefit us both." Chuckled Sanjay. "So, what was it like being right there with the action in Brains VS Brawns for that one challenge?"

"Pretty intense. Moe and Fosley has insane talent acts." Stated Goldie, thinking back to the day she was there. "If we have a talent show today, we both know we've got it won."

"You seem smug … I like it." Smirked Sanjay, before lowering his voice. "If we lose, let's get rid of Peach. Main reason, she seems the weakest link."

"Why complain if it's not me being targeted, eh?" Winked Goldie.

Roana and Peach meanwhile were exploring the house and same to a hole in the floor.

"Looks like a violation of safety." Noted Roana. "Just how Chris likes it."

"I like it. I've never lived somewhere with a hole in the floor before." Replied Peach.

"… Can't say I have either." Giggled Roana. "Kay, kay, so … damn, I am excited for the first challenge!"

"Me too!" Agreed Peach. "I hope it's something dirty and hard!"

"I'm hoping for something super fun. Maybe a drinking contest." Smirked Roana.

"I'll try anything once." Nodded Peach.

"… Oh yeah, any reason you're in rags?" Asked Roana.

"I'm poor!" Exclaimed Peach.

"… With a gold pendent?" Asked Roana.

Peach tucked the pendent away.

"You saw nothing!" Declared Peach.

Meanwhile Trevor lay on his bed and relaxed. He glanced at his watch.

"Hm, twenty minutes until the first challenge. Heh, hope the Mallori triplets are ready to be impressed." Chuckled Trevor.

Trevor then heard a sort of very odd eating sound. He sat up and looked around. Nearby a robot with a yellow screen and chassis made to extend out like a fat gut was 'eating' from a packet of chips, with all the chips falling on the floor.

"Could you not? You're making a mess." Complained Trevor.

"Sorry, but I am hungry!" Exclaimed the robot.

"… You're a robot. Robots do not eat." Said Trevor flatly.

"I can dream! Blame me for being named Fat Ass Robot Assistance!" Pouted the robot.

(Confessional: Consider yourself blamed.)

Roana: I hope we win this. Cutting somebody from this wicked awesome party so soon would be harsh … but if we have to lose anybody … maybe Sanjay? Peach mentioned Wishami is his cousin, so she could have told him pretty sick details to give him an advantage.

Sanjay: Maybe I am a little smug, but I enjoy putting a little flair into my style. I'm not a robot, least of all a fat robot.

(School Canteen)

A while later the twenty students arrived at the canteen and sat down at the tables that were the same colour as their team's icon. Chris stood at the front, with SARA beside him.

"Welcome to your first challenge students! Now, what do all schools have in common?" Asked Chris.

"F*cking nerds?" Asked Woody.

"Hell if I know, I don't go to school." Shrugged Taylor.

"Classes?"Guessed Finneas.

"ASSSSSS!" Yelled Patrick.

"Cute teachers?" Asked Orwell, gulping a little.

"Um … government funding?" Shrugged Kenny.

"Math?" Muttered Sanjay.

"A person who is deemed popular despite everybody hating them?" Asked Peach cheerfully.

"Wrong! They have school dinners." Declared Chris. "And you guys are going to be tasting some of them. That's right, it's an eating challenge."

A fair number of the students groaned.

"The challenge is easy enough." Said Chris, ignoring the complaints.

"If you're not Chris that is." Added SARA.

"Shut up." Muttered Chris. "The rules are simple. There will be five rounds and in each round the four students who do the worst, either by finishing their food the slowest or by eating the least food, will be out of the challenge. Whichever team is the last to lose all members, or has one of their players win the final round, wins a reward for their team."

"Reward?" Asked Juliette. "No elimination?"

"Nope! Today is just a reward challenge. Nobody goes home." Declared Chris. "Places everybody, it's time for the first dish. BARA, JARA, DARA, FARA, bring out the first course!"

(Confessional: Hold onto your stomachs!)

Taylor: I've eaten animal feed before. How bad could a f*cking school dinner be? Pfft!

Boonie: Hmm … I get the feeling that several people on my team may have weak stomachs. Better draw up plans for a stomach pumping machine, just in case.

Kenny: School dinners are so yucky!

Goldie: I hope my team mates aren't the types of preps who only eat caviare. If they are, they may end up getting poisoned…

Next Time: The school dinners come out, and boy does this school have a low cooking budget! One team wins a reward!

PLAYERS AND LABELS

Jarring Jocks

Asa- Stoic Sports Fan

Dale- Gang Leading Bishie

Juliette- Dare Devil

Taylor- Tough Gal

Woody- Cocky Challenge Runner

Nitro Nerds

Boonie- Rocket Redneck

Finneas- Firm Realist

Lola- Seductive Scientist

Patrick- Pissed Off Gaming Nerd

Yorkie- Adorkable Roleplayer

Onomatopoeia Oddballs

Arthur- Classy Cannibal

Fortune- Gimmick

Kenny- Muscular Metrosexual

Orwell- Genophobic Pervert

Yazz- Cheerfully Resigned Doom-sayer

Precious Preps

Goldie- Casino Girl

Peach- Filthy Rich Poor Girl

Roana- Life of the Party

Sanjay- Cowardly Schemer

Trevor- Badass Butler