I've actually had this stashed away in a notebook since Christmas day, and I saw it again today and thought I might publish it. BE WARNED: THIS IS ABSTRACT AND SYMBOLIC. It might be confusing.

Oh, and by the way, this isn't a song fic for the song "Poker face," by Lady Gaga, it just has the same name.

Disclaimer: I do not own total drama.

Note: This fic was typed on my IPad, so please excuse autocorrect errors.

She felt like the whole situation she was in was a gamble, some giant game of poker that would determine her fate. On the one hand, she could play it safe; fold, with her money still in hand, and withdraw. One the other hand, she could place her cards down; open up her heart, and reveal her inner turmoil. Doing that could gain her more than she'd ever owned.

Or she could lose anything.

Throughout the time they spent together- all their interactions, every moment they shared- she kept a poker face. Her philosophy was that it was better not to hint, for fear of giving everything away. His actions- his "cards", if referring to the poker analogy- were bitterly mysterious; often it seemed as though he cared for her, but she frequently saw him with other women, using them to his advantage. Did he care, or was he just bluffing? Was the hand he'd been dealt one that she'd easily dominate, or one that would knock her out the game and strip her dignity away from her?

Heather needed to win. She couldn't play a game she'd lose, and yet this sick gamble kept her enthralled, kept her bluffing and gaining chips until finally, it was just him and her facing each other.

"Our connection goes deeper than any game. Together, we could take over the world!"

Everything about him seemed genuine, but once again, he could have been playing the game, stringing her along. She had to make a move, now; it was imperative.

Fold or play?

Fold: The easy option- to run away. To remain as she always had been. It would cost her in some ways, but she would still leave with her dignity.

Play: Continue with the game, and risk either winning or losing everything and having her heart broken. This made Heather laugh bitterly as she inspected the figurative cards that ruled her life. The Queen of hearts lay among them; a woman who was strong, a woman could control anyone in her path. Anyone, that is, except HIM.

If she was the Queen of hearts, then he was the King; always just one notch abve her, just out of her reach, with the ability to steal and crumble the hearts of anyone he wanted to with more ease than she could have ever dreamed of.

But it was Heather's turn now, and she had to make a choice. Heart pounding, the dull setting they were in taking on the smoky atmosphere of a casino in her mind, she prepared for the climax of the showdown.

She flipped over her cards.

"I suppose I might actually feel a little something..."

Well... Um... that was weird.

If that confused you or anything, sorry. It's just some random rubbish I came up with ages ago.