Night had fallen and I took the time to look around the loser cabin at my team mates. What a bunch of bumbling fools, even when sleeping they disgusted me. What I wouldn't give to be in first class instead of back here with these losers and, as Chris would put it, Team Tiny Victory. With LeShawna gone, that was one less person for me to compete with and one less person that was in my way of the million dollars.
I sighed and leaned back, closing my eyes and decided to think on my strategy. Though LeShawna's departure was a victory for myself, it was a small one none the less compared to who my real competition was. Heather. Ah, Heather. She mirrored me in many ways. She was cunning, deceitful, underhanded, and not too bad on the eyes. I will admit that Heather was quiet the looker but I felt nothing towards her no matter what any one else thought. Her taking a dive today was purely strategical and, I hate to admit it, it worked. I fell for her underhanded ways like a niño for candy. I will not make that mistake again.
Our next destination hasn't been revealed yet but I would make sure to up my game this time. There was no way that I would be falling for Heather's tricks. I would focus solely on the game and not on that black haired temptress-wait no! I wasn't tempted by her in way! I had to focus! I would not let Heather cross my mind again! 'I will not think of her.' I told myself, taking a deep breath, trying to concentrate on my strategy. Team Victory was down to their last two players. Both had weaknesses I could exploit but the question would be which to get rid of first?
Lindsey seemed like the more obvious choice. Ditzy and had the memory of a gold fish, it didn't take much for one to manipulate her-as shown by Heather in season one. I smiled gently as I remembered watching her-Heather that was-during her best season. Ruthless and dirty, she did anything she could to win. From manipulating Lindsey and Beth to reading Gwen's diary and even kissing Trent. She had the cunning to win and she could have but-why am I thinking of her again?
Standing up, glanced around the compartment for a moment to make sure everyone was still sleeping when I went to the bathroom/confessional. Splashing water on my face I looked directly into the mirror and scowled. "She means nothing," I told myself, shaking my head. "Nothing at all. So focus, Alejandro." As I stared into the mirror at my own green eyes I couldn't help but think of her black ones. Soulless. Plotting my downfall...Beautiful. "Get a grip," I scolded myself and sat down, pulling my hair gently.
What was wrong with me? Was I going to let one chica mess with my head? If I didn't focus I was sure to lose. "No...perder no es una opción." I said and nodded once. Losing is not an option. I stood up and looked into the mirror once more. "You will win. No matter what." I said then opened the door only to look into the eyes of her. We stared at each other for a moment before she scowled at me.
"Move it. Other people have to use this too you know." she said, folding her arms over her chest haughtily.
I smirked and moved out the way, flourishing my arms towards the bathroom. "It's all yours, mi ángel." I said and watched her go in, shutting the door in my face. No...losing wasn't an option and neither was falling for the enemy.
A/N: A short little one shot. I really need to not get ideas as ten at night when I have mid terms the next day but I had to get this out of my head before I lost the idea. Alejandro seems all strategy but of course he can't focus all the time, especially when Heather keeps invading his mind. Poor guy, can't concentrate. -shrug- Please review. I might do Heather's point of view when it comes to strategy. Possibly...