Heather's POV:
Courtney and I came up with a brilliant plan that would benefit us both, and today, we were going to begin putting it into action. Surfer Chick got eliminated after the last challenge, so that was only going to make this easier. We needed her gone, so we would have tried to get rid of her anyway.
The reason we needed Bridgette gone was because she was spending too much time with Alejandro. As evil and manipulative as he was, I had to admit that I really liked him. That's where the benefit for me came in. Courtney would get Duncan, and I would get Alejandro. But I needed Alejandro first or we wouldn't get anywhere.
But anyway, Courtney and I were beginning today.
Her job was to simply get me and Alejandro together. I would do the rest. We would meet at the confessional, and hopefully I could talk him into it.
I walked to the confessional, and as promised, he was there. He smiled a half-smile, and I waved back. Not an actually wave, just a finger-wiggle.
"You wanted to talk to me?" He asked.
I nodded. "It has to do with Bridgette."
His expression turned nervous for a fraction of a second; but just as quickly as it came, the nervousness was gone. "What about her?"
"Did you have something to do with her elimination?"
He shook his head. "No, but why do you care?"
"Because Bridgette was a dear friend of mine," I responded, accenting the word 'dear'. He probably knew I was lying; even Ezekiel knew I hated the clumsy vegetarian surfer.
"Oh, really?" He smirked. "Well, if she was such a close friend to you, why do I always see her glaring at you?"
"We got in a fight," I said through my teeth. It wasn't a total lie; we fought a lot back on Camp Wawanawkwa.
"I bet you did."
Okay, this was not going in the direction I wanted it to. And when I didn't answer, he spoke again.
"You know what I think? I think you're jealous I was spending so much time with Bridgette."
I felt my jaw drop. Seriously? Was I that obvious? I went back to my original topic so I wouldn't panic. "So, did you or did you not have something to do with her elimination?"
He shrugged. "Fine, you got me. I was behind her getting kicked off. You saw her; I got her stuck to as pole." He laughed to himself, and I couldn't help but smile as I remembered her anger over it. We had to sing back-up for her; she looked and sounded hilarious.
"You know what, Heather?" he said suddenly. I didn't say, "What"; I just looked at him.
"You seem pretty smart, and I know how far you got in season one. Maybe we could work something out…." He mused.
"Like an alliance?" I asked. He was really my kind of guy.
"Maybe," he said thoughtfully. "I'll have to get back to you on that." he started walking away. "Oh, and by the way – you look beautiful today."
I blushed, but when he was gone I hit myself on the forehead. I should have known he would've said something like that.
Courtney came out from inside the confessional. "About the best you could hope for right now," she sighed.
"Yeah," I agreed. "Yeah, you're probably right."
Then we walked back to the loser's compartment.
