This is after Trent gets voted off.
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Well, this was an interesting night.
Apparently my team just found out that our winning was rigged and it was all because of Goth girl's lovesick puppy of a boyfriend. Okay, I know they love each other that it's sick, but seriously throwing off his own team just for her? How cheesy and cliche!
But that wasn't the surprising part.
Goth girl deliberately asked Trent's team to vote him off! She voted off her own boyfriend! Well, ex-boyfriend actually...
Oh, here comes the water works as I spy Chris showing Gwen the video of Trent's elimination that she wanted done. I'm smirking if you people haven't already known. She and Trent broke up! And I didn't have to do anything! I'm surprised her tears aren't soaking up her cheap mascara, adding some color to her skin.
Oh, here comes Mr. Badboy comforting her, assuring her it wasn't her fault! Well, duh, it is! Gwen just dumped the only guy that could accept her gaudy clothes and creepy Gothiness, and he was like being her corny knight in rusted armor! I wonder if Trent ever found out that Gwen was the reason he was voted off...If he does, I bet his expression would be the most epic OMG expression in television history!
I'm leaning against some studio wall, hidden well in the shadows, watching as Gwen and Duncan embrace. For a second there...I almost felt sorry for Goth girl. Almost.Hmm...she and Duncan sure have been spending time together lately, and not because they're on the same team...
Oh, my gosh! Could it be...? Are they seriously...? If Duncan's control freak girlfriend saw this, it will definitely be totally dramatic!
"Hi, Heather." Oh, for the love of...
"What?" I snapped, glaring at the pimply face of the nerd I knew so well.
"Nothing," he said. "I saw you here and thought something was wrong."
"I'm not the one who broke up with her boyfriend," I snapped. I jabbed a thumb toward the tent where Gwen still was after she telling Duncan she needed some alone time, still watching the video over and over with so much guilt. "Go over to Ms. Teardrops-On-Her-Guitar-Boyfriend if you want. See if I care you get smothered in her Goth tears."
Harold said nothing as he slowly made his way over to the tent where Goth girl was crying her colorless eyes out. Fine, leave me! I don't care! I watch as Harold approaches Gwen, placing a disgusting hand on her shoulder. Oh, this is just another one of those cheesy movie scenes...He speaks to her in that annoying, dull voice as Goth girl wipes her tears. Then they hug.
For some reason, I feel myself tense. No, I'm not jealous! As if! It's just that Goth freak's getting all the attention for her stupid little break-up and guilt. I bet the viewers feel just as sorry for her.
Oh, wah! Cry me a river...which Goth girl seems to be doing right now as she sobs on Harold's shoulder. Eww...he has tear stains on that tacky shirt of his...But he lets her do it, as he holds her close.
Maybe too close.
Uh, I need a shower! I'm so blowing this drama fest as I walked away, leaving Un-Beauty and the Geek to their yucky hug.
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She and Trent must totally be meant to be...
Gwen is so out! And after Trent!
Look at Chef handcuffing her and dragging her to the lame-o-sine. Oh, I should have this on tape! Wait a minute, Chris has everything on tape! He'll let me see the tape later!
Oh, here comes Mr. Badboy saying goodbye like they do in those cheesy romantic movies...yes, I think something is up between them.
"I'll take her place," he said to Chris, looking at Gwen sadly.
Say what?
"Oh, I'm sorry," Chris said with that annoying laugh of his. "If you ask to leave...that makes no difference, my friend. If Gwen's out, she stays out."
The first time ever I have to agree with him.
Goth girl smiles as she is dragged into the vehicle. "Thanks for trying to be noble," she tells him as the vehicle drives away. "But do my a favor and stay in the competition! I'll be rooting for you!"
Oh, barf...same lame style, same lame feelings. Wow...Duncan seems almost heartbroken as he waves to Goth girl as the vehicle disappears. If he cries, I will so laugh.
The stupid ceremony over, I'm just walking around, getting some much-needed exercises. The food actually tasted like food for once. Want to know why? Chef didn't cook it. Apparently our very own DJ has some pretty okay skills in the kitchen...Oh, I feel fat. I ate so much I think my shorts might have become a little tighter. But that's a small price to pay to have an actual cook this season. I'm hoping he makes a nice salad with some olive oil and capers...
"Evening." I glance over to see Harold walk past me, and in those stupid superhero PJs of his. Uh, out of everyone, why do I always bump into him? I noticed there were a few green splotches on the front of his chest...
"Hey," I said in a firm voice, halting him. "What happened to you?"
Harold looked down at his chest before turning to me. "Remember the space alien episode? Well, Duncan found Chef's paintball and used me as an unknowing target. 'Grief counseling' he calls it..."
Oh, yeah. Courtney is so old news. I rolled my eyes at the geek. "Okay, that's stupid...who would want to cry over losing Gwen?"
"I would," Harold said simply.
Why did that suddenly feel like a slap in the face? Oh, yeah...Duh! Gwen getting attention even when she's not around anymore! Why does Harold even pity her, better yet, miss her? She hit him in the head with shovel, for crying out loud! Still, like Duncan, she and Harold might be a rare pair...bad clothes, bad hair, stupid break-ups...Them hooking up would be SAL.
That means 'such a laugh' if you people can't afford unlimited text messaging.
"You would, huh?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Even though you guys aren't that close?"
"She's still a friend," Harold retorted, almost angrily. "And friends are always there for each other." Then he gave me a look that was like whoa. "I'm sure you may or may not know what that's like."
Oh, burn...I mean that in the least bit of sarcasm but that actually hurt.
"I'm popular, alright?" I snapped, placing my hands on my hips. "You may or may not know what that's like."
"Yeah, you're popular," he agreed. "But for how much longer?"
I gave him a 'what the heck' look.
"We've been on television for a season and a half," he informed. "And all of Canada knows you well, Heather. How popular can you be for long?"
"Well, excuse me!" I snapped. "Who says only the good girls get the attention? If you've seen the latest Survivor episodes, you'd recall how people like me get all the viewers!"
"Technically, that's because the viewers wonder when they'll get what's coming for them," the geek told me. He gazed at my bald head. I refused to wear the mullet. "And apparently, you just got yours."
I growled and glared at him, tightening my fists as I stormed off. "Oh, go choke yourself with your own num-yo!" I walked a few feet away before glancing over my shoulder, wondering if he was watching me.
He was gone.
What a creep. And a jerk! Who was he to tell me about my status as well as aiming for attention? I'm popular, he's not! I'm good-looking, he is so not!
Yet why does it feel like he has a point?
Uh, please! Booknerd! He's just trying to shower us with his lame-o booksmarts that even Noah, the biggest bookworm in the entire cast, wouldn't want to hear about!
I better walk a farther distance. Who knows what DJ might cook up for breakfast?
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Gwen and Trent breaking up was one of the biggest reasons why I didn't watch TDA or TDWT. It feels like all my hoping has died along with the pair. :(
