All the contestants gathered around the campfire pit, some of them sitting on stumps and some were standing. Duncan had snagged a stump and when Sierra looked around, there were none left. She raised an eyebrow at Duncan. He simply smiled innocently and patted his lap. Sierra rolled her eyes good humouredly and smirked at him, residing to stand instead. Duncan sighed in mock disappointment and Sierra snorted at his act as he left his seat so he could stand next to her. She arched another eyebrow at him but smiled in thanks. Chris then began to start explaining the competition to them.
"This, is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next eight weeks," he began. "The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates, your competition, and maybe even your friends. Ya dig?" Harold and Duncan met eyes and Duncan raised a threatening fist as Harold smiled awkwardly. Sierra glanced at Courtney and Heather, attempting to get a read on their personalities and immediately decided to mark them as dangerous. Courtney noticed Sierra's scrutiny and gave a sickly sweet smile, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Sierra glared right back.
"The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest, without getting voted off will win 100,000 dollars!" Chris finished.
"Xuse me," Duncan stepped up. "What will the sleeping arrangements be? 'Cuz I'd like to request a bunk under heerrr," Duncan drawled, pointing to Heather.
"He better just be trying to annoy her," Sierra muttered.
"They're not co-ed are they?" Heather asked, sounding a little nervous.
"Noo," Chris reassured her, sounding patronizing too. "Girls get one side of each cabin and dudes get the other.
"Excuse me, Kyle," Lindsey raised her hand. "Can I have a cabin with a lake view since I'm the prettiest?" she asked, sounding very much like an airhead.
"Okay, you would be. If Sierra wasn't here. She's giving you a run for your money," Chris answered, chuckling at Lindsey's dismayed and confused look. Every guy glanced at Sierra and nodded in agreement with Chris. Sierra sighed, rolling her eyes and smirked at the boys. "But that's not really how it works here, and, it's Chris," he corrected the blonde.
"I have to live with Sadie, or, I'll die," Katie insisted.
"And I'll, break out in hives," Sadie added. "It's true."
'Bullshit,' Sierra thought, the way these girls talked made her skin crawl.
"This cannot be happening," Gwen stated in disbelief, echoing Sierra's thoughts.
"Awww, come-on guys," Owen said, putting Gwen and Tyler into a headlock hug. "It'll be fun. It's like a big sleepover."
"At least you don't have to sleep next to him," Tyler told Gwen, nodding at Duncan who was giving a deer a noogie. Sierra walked over and flicked his nose, making him release the deer which ran off. Duncan frowned at Sierra who just raised an eyebrow in response, giving him her best 'be-good' look.
"Here's the deal, we're gonna split you into two teams," Chris called, catching everyone's attention again. "If I call your name out, go stand over there," he pointed and lifted up a piece of paper. "Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsey, Beth, Katie, Owen, Lashawna, Justin, and Noah. From this moment on you are officially known as," Chris paused and threw a green flag with a gopher on it at Owen. "The Screaming Gophers," he announced.
"Yeah," Owen laughed. "I'm a Gopher. Wooo!"
"Wait," Katie stated. "What about Sadie?"
"The rest of you over here," Chris gestured, ignoring Katie. "Geoff, Bridgette, DJ, Tyler, Sadie, Izzy, Courtney, Ezekiel, Sierra, Duncan, Eva, and Harold. Move, move, move!"
"But Katie's a Gopher! I have to be a Gopher!" Sadie wailed.
"Sadie is it? Come on, it'll be okay," Courtney told her in a friendly voice, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"This is so unfair! I miss you Katie!" Sadie wailed again, not seeming to respond to Courtney's attempt of comfort as Courtney led her away toward their team.
"Oh I miss you too!" Katie called back, overdramatic tears in her eyes.
"You guys will officially be known as, The Killer Bass," Chris announced, throwing a red flag with a fish on it at Harold.
"It's awesome. It's like…..amazing," Harold stated, staring at the flag.
"Alright campers, you and your team will be on camera in all public areas during the competition. You will also be able to share your innermost thoughts on tape with video diaries anytime you want. Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking. Or, just get something off your chest," Chris gestured toward an outhouse.
"An…outhouse," Sierra stated lamely. Chris simply shrugged and gave her a grin. Gwen, Lindsey, and Owen headed over toward the outhouse to do a short video diary.
"Alright, any questions? Cool. Let's find your cabins," Chris continued, walking toward the cabins nearby.
"Sure you wouldn't wanna share a bunk?" Duncan flirted to Sierra. She narrowed her eyes and flipped him the bird over her shoulder as she began walking with the rest of the group toward the cabins. Duncan chuckled and glanced at a nearby camera. "I love a girl who's feisty," Duncan whispered to the camera, wiggling his eyebrows. A small rock promptly nailed Duncan in the side of the head followed by a shout from Sierra saying, "Come on loser! Otherwise you'll end up sleeping outside." Duncan scowled at Sierra before rolling his eyes and catching up to the group.
"Gophers, you're in the east cabin, Bass you're in the west," Chris informed them, pointing at each cabin. With that, he left them to get moved into their cabins. All the girls on the Gophers ran to get their bags so they could get a prime pick of the beds. Sierra took her time, but noticed that several of the guys were eyeing her out of the corners of their eyes.
'Great impression I've already made,' Sierra thought wryly, depositing her favorite hoodie on a bed and revealing her corset style top. Harold stumbled over his own feet when she exited the cabin, and Owen, Trent, and Tyler froze in place upon seeing her model thin waist and hourglass curves. Duncan let out a wolf-whistle as Sierra snatched her black duffel bag and her guitar, now walking a little faster back to the cabin.
She placed her things on a bottom bunk, not waiting to see who would be above her. Sierra heard a yelp and a crash. Poking her head out of the cabin, she observed Cody with his chin in the grass at Trent's feet. She made a wild guess and assumed that was the work of Gwen. While her head was poked out, she overheard Chris informing Lindsey that there were some outlets in the communal bathrooms. Which Gwen of course had to explain meant that they all showered together.
"Excuse me, Chris? Is there a chaperone of any kind in this facility?" Geoff asked, eyeing Bridgette's back as she entered the cabin. Sierra was leaning against the railing at this point, observing everyone and rolled her eyes at the party-boy.
"You're all sixteen years old. As old as a councilor in training at a regular summer camp. So, other than myself, you'll be unsupervised. You've got a half-an-hour to unpack and meet me back at the main lodge. Starting, now," Chris answered happily.
"Nice," Geoff answered. A sudden caterwauling scream rang throughout the camp, startling everyone and causing them to look toward the girl's side of the Gopher's cabin where the noise was coming from. Tyler, Gwen, Sierra, DJ, Heather, Harold, Duncan and Lashawna all poked their heads into said cabin, where they saw Lindsey up on a wooden stool and staring at a cockroach as if it was going to eat her.
"Ooo, man that white-girl can scream," Lashawna drawled. Sierra snorted and approached the cockroach and raised an eyebrow at Lindsey.
"What is it? Kill it, kill it," Lindsey whimpered. The bug scuttled toward the group of teenagers and DJ let out a girly scream and jumped into a bunk bed, promptly crushing it. Sierra cackled at him, unable to contain her laughter.
"That, was my bed," Gwen dead-panned. Sierra snickered as Harold tried to step on the bug while Heather was the next one to jump up onto a bed. Sierra simply leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed in front of her, and watched the chaos. By now everyone in the cabin was screaming about the cockroach and several were on the beds, staring at it in horror.
"Oh man! I love it when people do this!" Sierra called, bursting into another fit of laughter. Duncan suddenly came in with an axe and with a loud crash, killed the cockroach by cutting its head off.
"Well that's one way to kill a cockroach," Gwen smirked. Sierra pouted over at Duncan who was leaning on the axe and looking very proud of himself.
"You just had to kill my fun didn't you?" Sierra pouted. "It was hilarious the way everyone was freaking out." Duncan simply shrugged before smiling at her.
"Awesome," Harold wheezed, staring at the two squirming halves of the cockroach.
"If you ever see one of those again, just let me know kay? Cuz," Tyler sniffed in false toughness at Lindsey. "You know, I could do that too." Lindsey stared at him adoringly and Tyler stared back.
"Tch, they always go for the jocks," Duncan scoffed, amused at the same time. Sierra made a gagging noise.
"I don't," she answered. Duncan looked over at her with a wink and tried to put his arm around Sierra's waist. Sierra smacked his hand away before he could reach his goal and simply walked out of the cabin, saying over her shoulder, "I like the TV show hosts. Oh Chris," she sing-songed in a sarcastic voice. Duncan laughed at her teasing and followed her to the mess hall where everyone else was beginning to gather.
They all formed a line around the room to begin getting food. The man that appeared to be the cook for the camp was large, black, and yelled like a general.
"Listen up! I serve it three times a day, and you will eat it three times a day! Grab a tray, get your food, and sit your butts down NOW!" he roared. Sierra stood in front of Duncan in line and glanced back at him to whisper, "I think he's been kicking puppies for a living before this."
Duncan snickered as they stepped up to receive their meals. The slop that Chef slapped on a bun and handed to Sierra made her scowl and slump away to a table. Duncan sat next to her and actually started to try and eat the food. Sierra pushed hers away, catching Duncan's attention.
"What? A pretty girl like you on a diet or something?" he asked.
"Nope, never dieted in my life. I just value the lining on my stomach is all," she answered, looking at the food suspiciously. Duncan moved his tray toward her. Sierra raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" he asked defensively. "I figure giving the pretty girl food should get me in her good graces," he said with a smirk. Sierra smirked back.
"Don't you mean poison the pretty girl," Sierra commented. With a yelp she suddenly pushed at his tray, causing him to look at her like she was crazy. "It. Twitched," she answered his look.
"Ookay then," Duncan drawled and also pushed his food away. "So what are we gonna do? Starve?" he whined, looking longing around at everyone who was also trying to eat their slop.
"Don't worry dude, I packed some chips and stuff so we should be good for a day or two at least," Sierra whispered in a conspiring voice.
"Nice," Duncan complemented, giving Sierra a high-five. She simply smirked at him and gave him a wink. Duncan actually blushed before turning away to look at Chris who entered the room.
"Welcome to the main lodge," he said.
"Yo, ma man," Geoff interrupted. "Can we order a pizza?"
"Bad idea," Sierra muttered in his direction.
"Why?" he asked, confused. A large butcher's knife suddenly flew through the air and embedded itself in the doorway.
"That's why," Sierra snorted as Geoff frantically tried to apologize to Chef.
"Whoa! It's cool G! Brown slop is cool. Right guys?" he sputtered frantically. Chef scowled, his arms crossed and holding another knife. Everyone else nodded and giggled nervously.
"Your first challenge begins, in one hour," Chris informed them, turning and leaving once his job of informing them was done.
"What do you think they'll make us do?" Katie asked DJ worriedly.
"It's our first challenge how hard can it be?" he shrugged.
"We're screwed," Sierra said, thumping her head on the table. Duncan raised an eyebrow at her. In answer, she pointed to DJ saying, "He just jinxed us." Duncan just snorted, not believing her.
"Oh, and be at the cliff in an hour in your bathing suits," Chris popped his head back in to inform the group, and then quickly ducked out again.
"So…cliff huh?" Sierra cocked an eyebrow at Duncan now, thoroughly pleased with herself now.
"Oh shuddup," he grumbled teasingly, then smirked widely. "I get to see you in a bathing suit," he chuckled. Sierra blushed and glared at him, reaching to tug on one of his earrings. He pouted, then grew wary as she smirked at him. "What?" he asked defensively.
"I get to see you in a bathing suit too," she answered, and stood up to leave. "Just remember Duncan," she called, making him glance back at her. She stood in the doorway, her back to him and her face peaking over her shoulder at him. "Looky looky all you want, but no touchy touchy," she sing-songed, sticking her tongue out at him playfully before she left.
Duncan snorted at the childish way Sierra had delivered her warning, finding it endearingly weird. But a sudden fantasy of him standing behind Sierra in a sexy black bikini entered his mind. He had his arms around her waist, one hand resting daringly on one of her thighs.
Duncan groaned at the image and let his head fall to the table with a loud thunk. It didn't occur to him till he heard Sierra laughing at him outside, that she probably had said something like her supposedly innocent taunt to make him have his own fantasies. Making him the dirty one. But that was impossible…..
How could anyone be that devious.
"You have no idea Duncan," Sierra muttered to herself, a mischievous glint in her eyes. It was almost like she had read his mind as she glanced at him through the lodge window.
Sierra's interest had been sparked by Duncan. And along with that spark, her old personality was now being sparked through her grief.
Entering her cabin, Sierra saw Bridgette finish changing into a wetsuit. Eva and Courtney were either already finished or hadn't changed yet because neither was in sight. Snatching her duffel bag, Sierra pulled out the bathing suit ensemble she had put together. It consisted of checkerboard patterned board shorts that were neon yellow, gray, and black. The top was a white string bikini top with black peace signs all over it. Sierra quickly changed.
"Nice shorts," Bridgette complemented, nodding her head at Sierra's short-shorts.
"Thanks," she answered. "You'll have to teach me some moves on that surfboard of yours if we get a chance. You ever wanted to learn how to skateboard? We could trade off skills," Sierra offered, trying to make a friend.
Bridgette donned a friendly smiled and nodded, "Sure," she said. Eva and Courtney came in at that time to change, Courtney staring pointedly at Sierra's brightly colored shorts.
"Thought you were one of those people who only liked black," she stated arrogantly, her hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised, looking as if Sierra had committed some sort of crime in wearing a neon color so opposite to the black she normally wore, therefore throwing Courtney off her stereotypical assumptions.
"It's just a different style than yours Courtney, it doesn't mean my sense of style is wrong," Sierra answered, her voice level and her emotions retreating behind a new wall. Sierra stood and left without a word to anyone else in the cabin. Once outside, she noticed groups of campers heading up toward the cliff they had been told to meet Chris at.
"Hey Sierra!" Duncan waved her over. Courtney was forgotten for the time being as Sierra ran over to the green-mohawked teen. Walking beside Duncan, who kept looking at her out of the corner of his eyes, Sierra and the others soon arrived at the top of the cliff. Glancing around her, Sierra noticed that once again, most of the guys were staring at her.
"You have got to be kidding," Gwen commented, looking at the water below.
"You took the words out of my mouth," Sierra grumbled, the dual meaning in her tone including the gawking boys and insane cliff.
"Okay, today's challenge is three-fold," Chris started the explanation of their first challenge. "Your first task is to jump off this 1,000 foot high cliff, into the lake."
"Piece of cake," Bridgette said.
"There's gotta be a catch," Sierra answered snidely, glaring at Chris.
"Right on the mark Sierra," Chris answered. "If you look down, you will see two target areas. The wider area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with, psychotic, man-eating sharks," Chris explained, starting to chuckle. "Inside that area is a safe zone. That's, your target area. Which, we're pretty sure is shark-free."
"'Xcuse me?" Lashawna interrupted.
"For each member of you team that jumps, and actually, survives," Chris paused. "There will be a crate of supplies waiting below. Inside each crate, are supplies you'll need for the second part of the challenge. Building, a hot tub. The team with the best one gets to have a wicked, hot tub party tonight. The losers, will be sending someone home.
"Let's see, Killer Bass, you're up first," Chris concluded, and left the team to make their choices and take their time.
"You going over with me?" Duncan asked Sierra.
"Wouldn't do it otherwise," Sierra answered with a smirk and grabbed Duncan's hand. He glanced down at their joined hands and smiled goofily, thrilled he was finally making progress with this girl he definitely had a crush on now.
"Oh, wow. So, who wants to go first?" Bridgette asked, looking straight over the edge. Silence from both teams.
"So, who's up?" Eva asked the team.
"Ladies first," Duncan answered lewdly, looking at Courtney. Sierra laughed at the disgusted look she threw his way. She tugged Duncan forward, causing a slight look of alarm to go over his face as Sierra lined them up next to Bridgette.
"Fine, I'll go. It's no big deal. Just an insane cliff dive into a circle of angry sharks," she stated before she leaped over and landed with a dive into the safe-zone.
"She did it! Yeah!" Tyler cheered as they watched Bridgette wave and get picked up by a boat. "Yeah! I'm next," he stated, and went for a running start. "Kawabonga!" he cheered, making his jump. He connected hard, with a buoy. Everyone winced in sympathy while Sierra's lips twitched with laughter she held in. Geoff was next, followed by Eva. Sierra pushed Duncan over next and jumped immediately after. Duncan fell without a sound, Sierra purposefully yelled, "I wanna live!" to freak out the other team, which actually succeeded as Beth started to tremble along with Lindsay.
Once on the boat, Duncan pouted over at Sierra. "You pushed me," he said blandly. She simply shrugged and looked as innocent as possible. Duncan groaned as he rolled his eyes and smiled in exasperation. He couldn't stay mad at Sierra for long when she managed to pull off the innocent look. Not to mention she was smoking hot with her wet hair and bathing suit.
DJ was next and he chickened out. Chris put the most ridiculous hat on his head, so that when Sierra saw it she busted out laughing then told him, "Hey dude at least you can help us with the rest of the challenge. The hat suits you by the way, makes you look smokin' hot," she teased. DJ knew she was just teasing, but Sierra was very attractive and he blushed. Duncan on the other hand glared at DJ in jealousy which Sierra rolled her eyes at and flicked him on the nose.
Ezekiel jumped next, everyone cheering for him when he managed to land in the safe zone after hitting a ledge of rock on the way down. Harold followed, and landed with a bone-jarring split in the water. The team on the beach winced as his yell echoed.
Courtney chickened out, which Sierra had expected and snorted at. Sadie didn't jump for the Killer Bass, Izzy volunteering to switch teams so the Katie and Sadie could be together. At least once the switch was made they both jumped. Which was better than nothing. The team was then informed that if the other team could beat their number of jumpers, they got a cart. Upon hearing the news, Sierra wandered over to it and went to loosen a wheel. The distant call of Chris using a megaphone stopped her though. "No sabotaging in this challenge Sierra! Maybe the next one!" Sierra blew a raspberry at him, even though he couldn't hear it, and threw a giant scowl at the host.
There was a long pause before the Killer Bass witnessed Lashawna throw Heather in. Lashawna, Lindsay, Gwen, Cody, Izzy and Justin followed. The sharks becoming so enamored with Justin they gave him a ride to shore. Even Sierra had to admit he was sexy with his hair wet, but at least she wasn't hypnotized like the rest of the girls. Beth chickened out, Noah jumped and Trent was the second to last to jump. Owen was left as the last one.
"Okay campers, there's only one person left, you guys need this jump for the win," Chris called to the two teams on the beach through his megaphone.
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"I just wanted him to chicken out. I'm in this for my team. Plus Heather's on the other one. I don't like her," Sierra later said in her confessional.
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Everyone on the beach looked up at Owen as he made his decision and stared as he made the jump. A huge tidal wave drenched everyone as Owen splashed down. "Yes! Yeah! Oh, yeah! Who's the man!" Owen hollered from the water. Beth cheered from the beach and Lashawna gave a, "yes," of victory.
"The winners! The Screaming Gophers!" Chris called through the megaphone. The atmosphere of victory and excitement coming from the other team made the Killer Bass jealous as all the contestants were allowed to change and the Gophers got their carts for the crates. They walked away cheerfully singing as a group.
Sierra and her team set out to start moving their crates, Duncan kicking it along, DJ flipping his forward over and over again. Being only 5"4 and petite at that, Sierra was pushing and kicking her crate forward with difficulty, but she wasn't very fast. Faster than Katie, Sadie, and Courtney at least though.
"Ow, I think I just got a splinter," Courtney complained. Eva walked over and picked the crate up easily. "Shut up, and pick up your crate," she demanded, setting it back down. "Chicken," she patronized, her eyes narrowed at Courtney.
"Hey," Courtney protested. "I'm the only one with C.I.T camping experience here. You need me." DJ and Eva glanced at each other skeptically.
"I think we can survive without you Miss C.I.T," Sierra called back, still trying to push her crate. Duncan noticed her difficulty and fell back to help her push her crate next to his. She gave him a smile of gratitude as they pushed her crate up to where his was. "Thanks for the help Duncan," Sierra said with a smile while she panted from the effort. She gave him a brief peck on the cheek before continuing her battle with her crate. Duncan's eyes glazed over and DJ helped him out by nudging him.
Nearby, Tyler dropped his crate he had been carrying over his head. "Uh, I've gotta take a whizz," he stated in annoyance as he walked off to do his business.
"Hurry up, we're already behind," Eva stated as he passed her.
"Oo, I have to go too," Katie said to Sadie. They were pushing one crate together.
"You do? Oh my gosh, me too," Sadie answered. They grinned at each other and followed Tyler out of sight. Sierra noticed a bug land on Courtney's eye, and in the process of getting rid of it, she hit her own eye. "Ow, I think something just bit me," she complained.
"Our team sucks," Sierra told Duncan. He glanced back to see that Katie and Sadie had returned, and were complaining about being itchy and Courtney's eye had swelled up.
"Yep," he answered evenly, and their struggle with the crates continued. Chris showed up on a large red quad to notice Katie and Sadie furiously scratching at their bright red butts.
"You guys are way behind the other team. Like, way behind," he stated. "What's the problem?"
"Their butts, are itchy," Courtney answered. When Chris saw her eye, which was now puffy and bright pink, he started. "Gah! Oh my boxers that's bad," he exclaimed.
"Couldn't have just let me break their carts," Sierra mumbled in annoyance at Chris. After being informed by Bridgette that they had probably squatted in poison ivy, Katie and Sadie started wailing in distress and dragging their butts in the sand to relieve the itch.
Some time later, Sierra and her team finally reached the camp where the other team already had their crates open. "Finally," Harold groaned.
"Hey, what's up guys?" Trent greeted them.
"Hey aren't you missin' a couple-a white girls?" Lashawna asked. Everyone glanced around, noticing Katie and Sadie were gone. They were seen with their pants pulled down and their butts in the water a ways down the beach.
"They're getting a drink," Courtney bit out.
"Yeah, if they drink with their butts," Harold said out of the corner of his mouth to Ezekiel. Ezekiel laughed dumbly. Lashawna's eyes widened in horror at the appearance of Courtney's eye when she approached her.
"Ooooo, what happened to your eye girl?" Lashawna asked.
"Nothing, just an allergy," she assured her sweetly.
"Think it's gettin' worse," Ezekiel commented.
"Shut up, we don't want them to know that," Courtney hissed.
"They already do Miss C.I.T," Sierra rolled her eyes. "It looks like someone wanted to give you a puffy pink polka dot on your eye."
"It does not!" Courtney shrieked. Sierra just blew a raspberry at her and tried to open her crate.
"Dudes, it's not too late, we can do this!" Geoff insisted, perched on top of several crates. Everyone on the team looked at him blandly, already seeming to have given up. Ezekiel was picking his nose.
"Ewwww!" Courtney said, grossed out.
"That's really gross," Bridgette commented, cringing.
"Okay look guys," Courtney started. "We have a hot-tub to complete, and we need a project manager. Since I've actually been a C.I.T before, I'm electing myself. Any objections?"
"Where do we begin? Cyclops," Duncan asked blandly.
"Open the crates," she gritted out. "Bridgette, go find those itchy girls. We need all the help we can get." Sierra sat back and watched every now and then as her team attempted to assemble their hot tub with several missing parts. The Gophers' had evenly set boards, the Bass' fell apart after the boards became too crooked. She noticed Heather pass a hammer helpfully to a teammate. When Duncan tried to do the same to Tyler, they started doing tug of war with it till it flew through the air and nailed Harold in the crotch. While he was hunched over, Bridgette picked up a board and smacked him in the head twice in picking it up and turning around.
"Note to self, Bridgette…accident prone," Sierra mumbled as she positioned a board and nailed it in place, using the last of the very few nails they had. The Gophers soon created a bucket line from the beach to their hot tub to fill it with water. Sierra examined their team's tub and was doubtful it would hold anything. They had been forced to use duck tape since they were missing a crate with much needed supplies like nails.
When it was finally time to judge, Chris quickly pronounced after a few moments of tense silence, "This is an awesome hot tub," he said to the Gophers. A chorus of yeah went up among the group and Owen appeared in the tub with a "Nice!" and what seemed to be not a stitch of clothes on. Sierra cringed as Chris approached theirs, knowing they were going to lose. Upon tapping it and a gasp from the Bass, the tub sprayed Chris due to a leak and promptly fell apart. "Well, I think we have a winner here," Chris stated with a pause. "The Screaming Gophers!"
The proud team cheered again as Chris informed them that they were safe from elimination and they got to keep their hot tub for the rest of the summer. The mood was sharply different on the Killer Bass. "I vote we bust the thing after elimination tonight," Sierra muttered to Duncan after Chris informed them that he would see them at the bonfire that night.
"It's a date," he agreed. Sierra rolled her eyes at his choice of words and victorious smirk.
When the cast headed toward the mess hall, Sierra quickly snatched Duncan's arm and pulled him into her cabin. Releasing his arm and turning her back on him, she reached into her duffel bag and began to rummage around. Duncan in the mean time admired Sierra's backside as she bent over.
With a smack, a pillow caught Duncan in the face before he could duck as Sierra swung around and caught him red-handed staring at her.
"Tsk, tsk, Duncan," Sierra clucked her tongue at him. "You wouldn't want me withholding these from you would you?" she asked innocently, her eyes alight with teasing as she held up a bag of chips and two granola bars.
"You weren't kidding when you said you had food," he answered in delight as he tore into the bag of chips, sitting beside her on the bed.
"Why would I want to starve my favorite guy?" she answered cheekily, finishing off her granola bar and stealing the chips from him.
"F-favorite guy?" he stuttered. "So you do like me. Wish I'd known for sure earlier," he said more evenly.
"How could you? We've been around each other only a half-day," she answered with a shrug, avoiding his eyes shyly for the first time. Duncan took the initiative and put his arm around her shoulders, giving her a warm hug as he finished his food.
"Guess we have a good alliance now?" he asked uncertainly, very much wanting her answer to be yes. Sierra's eyes looked uncertain as she hid them from Duncan's view. She had only known him for a short time, but she was certain he could be her only possibility of ever healing the wounds of losing her two favorite guys. He was so like them, she of course wasn't sure about him completely, but she was comfortable around him, and he did like her.
Sierra exhaled slowly before removing Duncan's arm from her shoulder, and, hiding her eyes beneath her lowered gaze, she walked to the entrance of the cabin, her back to him. She had made her decision, and was ready to start acting like her old self. Why not start it out with what she did best? Tricks, and with that thought, Sierra smirked to herself.
Duncan looked frustrated with himself, assuming that her actions of standing and walking away had been her answer. Staring at his shoes, looking defeated, he wasn't prepared whatsoever for the pebble that nailed him in the head sharply.
"Ouch!" he grunted, glaring at Sierra who was now smiling playfully.
"You're so cute when you pout," Sierra teased, pouting her lips out mockingly. "Let's go see who our team wants to vote out tonight. We can't have us being out of the loop can we?" She gave him a wink that was all the answer he needed. A yes!
"I outta throw you in the lake for that trick," Duncan grumbled, walking up to ruffle Sierra's hair. She quickly dodged him and flicked him in the face with her hair before she darted toward the mess hall. She managed to get a seat next to Bridgette before Duncan caught her. He calmly sat down between Courtney and DJ, giving Sierra a look that promised redemption.
"Nice of you two to join us," Courtney said snidely with a glare at Sierra and Duncan. Sierra simply flipped her the bird before she began to toy with her hair, looking boredly at Courtney's angry response. Which only managed to make Courtney hate her more, she was sure.
"So, uh, what do we do now?" Katie asked, sounding lost.
"We have to figure out who we're gonna vote off," Courtney answered quickly.
"Well, I think it should be Princess, or the Brickhouse here," Duncan cut in, pointing to Courtney and DJ.
"What! Why?" Courtney protested.
"Because, unless I'm mistaken, you two are the only ones here wearing chicken hats. And if we ever have to lift a truck, I like our odds with the big guy," Duncan answered.
"Y-you guys need me," Courtney argued. "I-I'm the only one‒,"
"We know," Bridgette cut her off. "You used to be a real C.I.T," she stressed the words, making it obvious they had all heard it multiple times before.
"I for one think that experience didn't do much. We still lost today, even though we were under miss C.I.T's direction. If it really mattered all that much, we wouldn't have lost under your leadership and C.I.T. management," Sierra put in.
"So who would you pick?" Bridgette asked. Courtney looked around, lost for a second, before choosing a victim.
"What about, him?" she demanded, pointing to Tyler. In the distance, Lindsay was heard saying no to that demand, but Sierra ignored her.
"Hey-hey, at least he jumped off the cliff chicken wing," Duncan retorted.
"Shut up!" Courtney snapped.
"Then don't pick a random victim Princess," Sierra snapped back.
"Oookay, let's just chill out. This is gettin' way too heavy," Geoff reassured. Sierra blew a raspberry at that comment.
"I've had enough prison food for one day. I'm gonna go have a nap," Duncan said, walking away from Courtney's glaring match. Before he left, he caught Sierra's eye and they shared a knowing look. She could make whatever input she wanted, he was probably voting for Courtney like she was.
"Y-you can't do that!" Courtney argued. "We haven't decided who's going yet."
"Well I just don't get why we lost, eh. They're the ones that have six girls," Ezekiel said, pointing to the other team. Katie and Sadie gasped, and everyone gave him a look of disbelief that he had actually dared to say that. Sierra narrowed a killing look at him, reaching for her lighter in her pocket. She, Eva, and Bridgette surrounded Ezekiel, Sierra flicking her lighter on and off absent mindedly behind him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette demanded.
"Yeah home school. Enlighten us," Eva pounded the table.
"Chose those words of yours carefully buddy, or you're likely to lose your eyebrows," Sierra said with a flick of her lighter, absently waving the flame back and forth. It always pissed her off when boys at her school made comments like that. She refused to deal with it while she was at this place.
"Well, guys are much stronger and better at sports than girls are," he answered with a shrug.
"Oh snap, he did not just say that," Geoff said.
"You would think you would want those parts of yours that makes you a boy undamaged," Sierra threatened.
"My dad told me to look out for the girls here, eh. And help 'em in case they can't keep up," Ezekiel continued obliviously to the danger.
Eva wasted no time in lifting him by his neck. "Still thinking we need your help keeping up?" she asked.
"Uh, not, really," he stuttered.
"Okay, guys, let's give him a break," Geoff started to play peacemaker. Eva dropped him. Sierra put her lighter away. "I mean, at least he doesn't think that guys are smarter than girls," Geoff stated, trying to calm Sierra, Eva, and Bridgette down.
"But, they are," Ezekiel stated.
"That's it," Sierra muttered. She reeled back with her foot, and nailed Ezekiel where the sun doesn't shine. He squeaked and fell over, holding himself. She gave Bridgette a high five before turning to the other guys on her team.
"For the record, I don't do cheap shots like that. Unless you start talking like him," Sierra informed her now scared male teammates. With that, she left to inform Duncan that they were gonna have to change their votes tonight.
The entire team was gathered on stumps around the flickering bonfire once night fell.
"Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world," Duncan said to Ezekiel when he noticed every female on their team glaring at the home-schooled nitwit. After being relayed as to what Ezekiel had said, and then been subjected to by Sierra, Duncan had made a mental note not to piss Sierra off the way he had. He valued his manhood.
"Killer Bass," Chris stated ominously. "At camp, marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp, marshmallows represent life."
The teens weren't impressed.
"You've all cast your votes and made your decision. There are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up, and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight, must immediately return to the Dock of Shame to catch the Boat of Losers. That means, you are out of the contest. And you can't come back. Ev-errrr."
That got their attentions a bit more.
"The first marshmallow goes to…Geoff," Chris stated, and Geoff approached to get his marshmallow impaled on a stick. The other campers whose names were called soon followed.
"Tyler."
"Katie."
"Bridgette."
"Sierra."
"DJ."
"Harold."
"Sadie."
"Eva."
"Duncan." Sierra and Duncan knuckle-touched.
"Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening." Chris gave a lengthy pause, during which both Courtney and Ezekiel looked scared out of their minds. Chris than began to dramatically point his finger back and forth between the two.
"Courtney," he finally stated. She ran up and claimed her marshmallow.
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"Yeah, I hate Courtney. But after what that nitwit said, could any of us let him stay?" Sierra stated in a confessional.
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"Can't say I'm shocked. Saw you picking your nose dude. Not cool," he said, shaking his head. "Dock of Shame is that way bro."
Ezekiel walked down the dock, boarded the boat, and didn't look back.
"The rest of you, enjoy your marshmallows. You're all safe. For tonight."
Sierra and Duncan both shared a glance.
"Sabotage the hot tub?" he whispered to her, beginning to walk back to camp.
"Sabotage the hot tub," she repeated in answer.
And the two new friends snuck away to cause trouble. But what else is expected of two delinquents?