A.N: I'm so sorry for not updating in a week! This week was my graduation for middle school, and I had no time whatsoever. Yesterday I graduated, and believe me, it was so hectic. I'm probably not gonna see some people for the rest of my life, so I spent the week hanging out and having an amazing time. For any of you that has graduated this year, Congratulations! And hope you people enjoy!

Oh yeah, just a question. Anyone going to the Demi Lovato Concert tonight (June 25)? I am! So I'll see you there (maybe) :D

Game On!

Chapter 4: Challenge 1 Overnight

There are three things I absolutely hate.

1. Cockiness

2. Idiotness

3. Chad

And when you put those three things together, you aren't going to get something I love...Or enjoy. You're actually insane if you're thinking that right now.

I was walking back to the tent from the bathroom, attempting not to trip over anything. I managed to take a shower. The warm water felt good on my tense muscles. I couldn't wait to settle down after the long day.

But then again, I was the idiot who brought light clothes for pajamas. I was only allowed to pack the clothes I needed for this challenge in the small back packs we were given. So I could only hold my pajamas, clothes for tomorrow, and various other items I needed.

Stupid me didn't think about how the desert doesn't hold heat. So that meant tonight was going to be freezing cold.

Oh lucky me.

I really hope those sleeping bags were warm. I would hate to half to-ugh. I can't even think those thoughts with out having the want to throw up. And believe me, throwing up on camera isn't exactly the most graceful thing that can go out there.

"Oh, ew!" I screamed, managing to shut my eyes from having them scarred further. "Put a shirt on!" The image of his chest was still blazing in my mind. Chad Dylan Cooper. Shirtless. Those two things didn't exactly go together well, either. Ew. Ew. Ew.

"You know you could knock," he replied, scrunching my nose up in disgust. I could picture him shrugging his shoulders at me, not really caring.

"It's a tent," I stated. I was still afraid of opening my eyes. "Is it safe yet?"

"I don't know. Why don't you take a look and see for yourself?" Something about his voice made me unsure. It was so worth not being able to see anything for a few more minutes then to see him again...

Screw my perfect vision.

Thankfully, I opened my eyes back to a fully clothed Chad. I let out a sigh of relief as I took a seat on my sleeping bag. The fabring squished under me. Hmm, I wasn't able to feel the ground through the bottom of the tent, so that must have been a really good sign.

It was close to nine, and I could already feel the chill of night. Not only was it cold, but my muscles were sore. Hiking for the whole day made your whole body hurt like heck. The only good part of right now was that there was no way they could be filming. There was no way to look inside the tent with out coming in.

"That's so much better," I stated, pulling the sleeping bag cover over my cold feet. My shorts came about three fourths above my knee. Which meant they were considered short shorts. I should have known better not only because it was cold, but also because I was stuck in a confined area with a teenage boy.

"What are you talking about?" Chad asked, eying the cover. I almost scrunched up my nose in distaste again, but stopped myself.

"I'm cold. And it's warm under here," I said. The sleeping bag was big enough for two people, but just barely. We were serious side by side, with no room to walk. If we wanted to get up, you had to step on the sleeping bags. There was no extra space. We were actually considering sleeping sitting up. If I lied down and turned my head to the right, I would be facing Chad.

"It's not that cold."

I rolled my eyes at him. "You're the one with shorts and a short sleeved shirt on. I'm wearing a tank top and short shorts. Yeah, it's not cold at all." I dripped a little extra sarcasm into my sentence. I hope that he would have enough brain cells to get it.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "I can tell." What was that supposed to mean? You know what, I don't really wanna know. "But don't be such a baby about it. It's not that bad." Where did that come from?

"Whatever." I laid down, resting my head against a shirt I had rolled up into a ball. We didn't have enough sense to bring pillows, and we obviously weren't given any. This was uncomfortable, but what could I do? All of the funds made off of the Games were going to a good cause.

Silence took over. I just stared up to the top of the tent, thinking of nothing. Eventually Chad laid down too. It was pretty early for me to go to bed, so I probably wouldn't be out for another hour. There was nothing to occupy ourselves with, so we were forced to think about anything. "So who do you think is going to win this challenge?" Chad's voice pulled me out of my trance.

"Hmm...Maybe Tawni and Portlyn. They're the two that hates being out here the most, so they'll want to be done first just to get it over." There were so many of us, I don't even remember who was paired up with who for some people. All of us were famous, and I've heard of the other contestants before. I even watched their shows.

"Or Dylan and Cole Sprouse. I can see them winning," he added, getting that look he has when he's attempting to think. Now that I think about it, those two could possibly win.

"Even Miley Cyrus and Emily Osment could get this. Miley Cyrus is from the south right? She might know how to camp and hike and do all kind of things. She sounds like an outdoorsy person," I replied. Hmm, now that I think of it, plenty of the contestants could show any of us up.

He didn't reply, so I turned to face him to see his blue eyes staring straight back at me. What was he doing? "Eh. Oh well. As long as we're not last, I don't really care."

I shrugged my shoulders, some what replying. I don't know about him, but I wanted to win this. It wasn't exactly going to be easy and things weren't going to go our way anytime soon...Oh yeah, let me not forget that my partner was drama-pants himself. Oh how lucky I was.

I closed my eyes, seeing the hot sun. That was what we were facing again tomorrow...Well, at least it would be over after that hike.

Good.

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