A.N: Haha so I actually started writing in third person in the middle of the chapter because I'm so used to writing in third for SWAC fics. Hope you enjoy!


Game On!
Chapter 2:
Challenge 1 Beginning

Celebrity Game Rules

1. Both contestants in a team cannot separate while partaking in an activity. But when they are separated, they must be within twenty feet of each other at all times. No circumstances.

2. Contestants can only use the money provided with the credit card given to buy items. No trading or selling of personal items is permitted to gain extra money.

3. Contestants must have the backpack given to them at all times. It holds items valuable to the game. Loss of one or more of the bags result in immediate disqualification.

I snorted, shoving the paper back into the back pack that I was given. There was no point in reading the rest of the rules, they were pretty obvious. And it wasn't like I didn't know them.

Instead I looked up at Chad, an annoyed look plastered don his face. We had been dropped off at one of the middle parts of this place, far away from any of the other teams. But I guess that was the point. They didn't want anyone fighting or teaming up, I guess. It was all or nothing.

We were in the middle of the Grand Canyon.

And we had to hike across it. The whole thing.

The point of this challenge was to see how much endurance we had. You could call it a 'warm-up' if you wanted to. That's probably what it was anyways...If you counted twenty one miles of hiking. I don't consider that a warm up! And a bunch of us here exercise more than you may think.

"Well," Chad stated, loosening up the collar of his shirt. He was insane wearing that polo. It was at least a hundred here. "WE should start walking. The other teams have probably started." And he was right.

I nodded my head, taking a step after he did. So now we were walking towards the finish line that we probably wouldn't see for a while. The sun didn't help, since it was beating down on everything. It just added to the hotness.

"Twenty one miles," I hissed through my teeth. I shielded my eyes with my left hand as we walked more. Now that I thought of it, the back pack was pretty heavy.

There was at least six water bottles in my pack alone. Along with food, first aid, and a few other things that I didn't bother to see. We weren't allowed to bring electronics, so all of those were at home. Chad had a bit of a hard time departing with his phone and iPod considering I was the only person who he could talk too. And it wasn't for me either.

"What?!" Chad looked at me, puzzled. Wow. Just wait until I tell him what I know.

"We will be marching twenty one miles. This whole time is going to kill us," I answered. I guess he had no idea what we were getting into when we entered the games. "And then there is a one mile climb. You better have some serious muscles."

He almost stopped walking. "You have got to be kidding me!"

"Nope."

Although they both kept walking, it was obvious Sonny and Chad wanted to stop. They turned, trying to look away from the glare coming from the sun. But nothing helped; it was bright everywhere.

"And what do you mean that I better have some muscles?" Surprise was etched into his voice as I smirked. "I work out every other day. I so do have muscles."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure."

"Ask anytime Monroe, I'll show them to you." He turned to look at me and caught my gaze. He winked, and I stared at him in disbelief. Hopefully they didn't get that on camera!

There was no way out of this situation. They could stop playing the game, but that would require being the last team to get there. "You know, we could just lose. Then both of us would be sent home."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Not a chance. Chad Dylan Cooper is not going to quit. I am not someone who just gives up. And I am not losing to Selena or one of those Jonases. I do not lose, even if I'm stuck with you." He added a little more attitude to the end of his sentence.

"I don't think it's worth it. I'd much rather lose than be stuck with you," I replied, wrinkling my nose at the thought of what was to come. Ugh. I don't think I could stand it.

"Well I would rather be stuck with Tawni in a closet for a month than be stuck with you," he retorted. Well good. I wouldn't want to be stuck with him either, if that made him feel any better.

There was obvious truth in the sentence he had just said. "Tawni would rather be stuck with James than you!"

"Well I'd rather be stuck with James and Tawni than you! They would probably be nicer and smarter than you are anyways. At least they would keep me entertained." Both of us were on the verge of exploding.

"Fine."

"Fine!"

We stopped our bickering, heading further down the path. It was better for me to shut up, then I wouldn't have to hear his voice the rest of the way. I was so annoyed at him! There wasn't much we could do, if were stuck like this.

Hmm. As we walked, I went through a list of a bunch of things. Like who would most likely win. Who would drag behind. Who was good at this and that. I was weighing out our options, and we were doing pretty good. But it was hard to look at the bright side Chad.

I wonder how Tawni was doing. It wouldn't be easy to work with Portlyn. But it would also be pretty easy. And Nico and Grady were probably having fun as they did this. Always coming up with jokes and things they could do. Now why I couldn't be in a team like that? Be stuck with someone that I could have a full conversation with.

And to make matters worse, the whole show was live. It was an hour special every day on some channel. The directors didn't tell us when it would be on, or when the cameras were filming you. It was like you had no privacy, and that was the worst feeling.

We had to watch ourselves. If anything slipped out of our mouths that was supposed to be kept quiet, it would be out to the world in an instant. And we couldn't trash talk anyone else. Our options were small if we didn't want to get into trouble or ruin our image.

It would also take us a while to walk this trail. And it wasn't even a trail, it was just dirt and trees and desert. We had been walking for about twenty minutes, I think. So that meant about a mile, give or take. That meant there were twenty miles to go...

"Oh ew!" I exclaimed, surprising Chad. I made him jump back a little with my outburst. We were both just getting used to the quiet. "That's just sick."

"I would ask, but that would mean that I'd care," Chad replied, rolling his eyes. Oh he'd better care. It was about both of us after all!

"You would care too, knowing that we still have twenty miles to go." I quickened my pace. We had to finish this challenge as fast as we could. I didn't want to be stuck with him for that long!

"What's your point, Monroe?"

"Ninety five percent of people that hike this trail have to camp over for the night." I groaned, kicking a rock that was in front of my foot. There. I had said it. "Do the math. If you can."

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