Eva, Trent and Justin didn't go to the Celebrity Manhunt after-party. Originally the party was just a celebration for the TDA reunion, but the party instead became a celebration for the new season, Total Drama World Tour. Eva wouldn't have gone anyway and even though Trent and Justin would have liked to be at the party to see their friends, they were sick of losing the Total Drama game and just wanted to go home. Beth, Geoff, Katie and Sadie didn't care that they didn't make it to the third season; they just wanted to party and say their last goodbyes to their friends.

The party was short-lived. Owen ate all the food and someone spiked the punch. Being a victim of the punch, Owen got drunk and stumbled onto the stereo equipment, destroying it. Heather also drank the punch and felt dizzy and nauseous shortly after, so she went out the back door for some fresh air. Instead she collapsed face-first in the alley. Only fifteen minutes later the party was over.

"Dudes, Heather passed out on the street!" said Tyler as he left.

Geoff followed Tyler outside and only laughed. "No way, that is awesome!"

"Honey, please. My head's pounding from that punch," said Bridgette.

"All right, babe." Geoff put his arm around her and continued walking.

LeShawna drearily walked outside. "Whoever spiked that punch is gonna get my foot up their ass if I find out. Ugh, I think I'm gonna barf." She didn't notice Heather.

Meanwhile Izzy was in the bathroom staring at a mirror. "Explosivo, how could you do such a thing? You ruined the party with that stupid punch!" she said to her reflection. "Explosivo plays by her own rules, and I shall never tell. Boom boom!" her alter ego said.

Duncan gently kicked Heather in the buttocks as he walked outside. "Ha! She's out cold, Court."

Courtney nodded her head disapprovingly and walked in the other direction. "Don't call me that."

Ezekiel stood in the doorway and scratched the top of his head in confusion. "Why the heck is everyone leaving through the back door, yo?"

Cody gently nudged Ezekiel out of the way and made his way outside. He then looked down at Heather. "Should you guys be leaving her there?"

Gwen sighed as she stepped outside. "Cody, that's Heather. Why would you not want to leave her there?"

Gwen preceded to walk to the street and waved for a taxi. As she had hoped, a taxi pulled over for her by the sidewalk. When she climbed in she couldn't help but glance to the right at the alley. Heather was still lying lifeless on the floor. Could Cody have been right? Is it wrong to just leave her there? she thought to herself.

"Where to, ma'am?" the taxi driver said.

She shook her head. "Oh, the uh Park 'n Flush Motel." She looked back one more time at Heather as the taxi drove away. Why should I care? Heather can rot in hell for all I care. Another part of her mind said, But she's passed out in an alley! What if she gets kidnapped or raped or something? No one – not even Heather deserves that!

Ugh, fine! But only because leaving her there can land me some bad karma. That's all.

"Driver, hold on! Go back to the rec center!"

"Sure, whatever," he said as he steered the car around.

When the taxi pulled over in front of the building Gwen grudgingly walked to the alley. She lifted Heather's limp and lifeless body and carried her to the taxi. She threw Heather onto backseat, then pushed her aside and sat down next to her. "Okay, now you can take me to the motel."


Heather awoke on a small couch and in an unfamiliar room. There was mold on the ceiling and cracks on the wall. The drapes were torn and the carpet obviously hadn't been washed in a long time. Her head and back ached and she groaned. "What the..."

Gwen was holding a plate with two slices of slightly burned toast and a glass of orange juice. She set them on the floor next to the couch and said, "You're in my motel room. You passed out in an alley so I reluctantly took you in."

Heather sat up and crossed her arms. "I don't need your help. And wow, this motel is a piece of crap. How much did it cost you, a buck?"

Gwen rolled her eyes. "Wow Heather, your welcome! I really appreciate being thanked for my good deeds." Unbelievable, after all I've done...

Heather picked up a slice of toast. "And what is this? Toast? And white bread nonetheless? I refuse to eat this." She threw it on the ground and was about to stomp on it when she realized her shoes were off. "And where'd you put my shoes."

"Next to the couch. And if you don't – "

Heather took a sip of the orange juice and spat it on the floor. "This juice has pulp in it. Pulp! What are you trying to do, poison me?"

Gwen lifted her index finger and tried to speak but Heather wasn't done yet. "As your guest I demand that you treat me like a princess. That means I require some real food." She began counting with her fingers. "Now get me a cappuccino frappé with wheat grass in it, a honey vanilla bran muffin, an eggs benedict cassero – "

"I can't get you that crap, Heather! Just eat your goddamned toast and shut up!" I just had to help her. God damn it I hate myself...

"Excuse me? You expect me to just sit in this crap-shack of a motel and eat that garbage you call food?"

Gwen stomped her foot and clenched her fists. "If you're not a huuuge fan of my accommodations, then leave!"

Heather slipped her shoes on and stood up. "But I'm hungry and I want –"

"Well we don't always get what we want, Heather!" She set the toast that was on the ground back on the plate; then stood back up with the plate and glass in her hands and walked across the room to set them on the table.

Heather chuckled and crossed her arms. "You simpleton, I always get what I want!"

Gwen poured the orange juice down the sink. She couldn't believe the food she prepared had been wasted on that spoiled brat."Oh right, says the girl who lost two seasons of Total Drama."

Heather gasped. "Excuse me? For your information I didn't want to win. In fact I refused to win that stupid game show anyway." That should teach her.

"Yeah right. Like licking Owen's armpit is refusing to win," Gwen said as she threw the slice of toast Heather rejected into the garbage. I can't believe I'm wasting this food. What is wrong with that girl? I don't believe...

"All right, I wanted to win. But it's not my fault I lost. I lost because during both seasons I was stuck on a team with the most ineffectual losers who–"

"Just shut it already" Gwen threw an empty glass on the ground, shattering it. "I am so sick of hearing you and your bitchy mouth raging the bitchiest comments at my face all the time. Do you realize that I very easily could have left you in that dark alley to get raped or killed? Well I didn't. I actually helped you and what do I get? Nothing! Now we both hate each other so do us both a favor and get the hell away from me!"

Heather paused and scrunched her face. "Fine, good. Whatever, I would have preferred to stay in that alley than be stuck in this dump with you in the first place."

"Well the door's right behind you." Gwen bent down with a dustpan in hand.

"Wait, where'd you put my purse?" Heather said as she looked around the room.

Gwen paused. "What purse?"

Heather smacked her forehead. "My purse! The one I brought to that stupid party. What are you, deaf?"

Gwen quickly swept the broken glass into the dustpan and stood up. "I don't know what you're talking about." She turned around and dumped the shards into the garbage.

"Excuse me? You better not tell me that you brought me here without my purse!" Heather stormed in front of Gwen and brought her face as close to hers as she would allow. "Because if you do, I swear it will be the last thing you ever say."

"Fine, murder me then. I didn't know you had a purse with you so it was probably left at the rec center. Go ahead, slit my throat. It's better than having to hear one more word out of your – "

"You are such a...uuggghh there is no word in the English language that can describe your stupidity! Do you realize that without my purse I have no money to pay for a limo to take me to my hotel room, nor will I have the keycard to get in! I can't believe– "

"I don't care I don't care I don't care! My head is seriously going to explode because of you so get the hell out of here!" Gwen grabbed Heather's shoulders and pushed her toward the door. "I don't care what happens to you or what you do from here; just get out get out get OUT!"

"Stop touching me, you – " Heather's butt landed on the concrete outside. "Wait, you can't – " The door slammed in front of her.

Gwen locked the door and turned around, leaving Heather outside with nothing but the clothes on her back. "Ungrateful bitch."

A/N: How'd you like it? Please send me a review! Chapter 2 will be up soon (that's right, it's not over yet! Muahaha).