Total Drama Academy

Year One

a Total Drama fan fiction story

by Lord Akiyama


Author's Note: Just remember that this story is created under the assumption that Total Drama Action does not happen. Though I may consider throwing in elements that I like. Meaning this story should be considered alternate universe. Strange how that works, don't you think?

Total Drama and its characters are copyright © of Fresh TV, Teletoon and Cartoon Network. This story was created purely out of sheer enjoyment so please don't sue. Or throw me off a thousand-foot high cliff into a shark-infested lake. That would so smarts.


Chapter Seven

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(Week 2, Day 2 - Sunday)

Trent was the first to awaken. Upon opening his eyes, he beheld a sight he decided right then and there he wanted to wake up to every morning for the rest of his life. With a smile on his face, he gently brought his hand over to brush the teal streaks on the dark hair of the pale skinned beauty snuggled up to him.

Moments later, Gwen opened her eyes. She smiled upon seeing the handsome face before her. Sensing that he was brushing her hair, she teased being shy in burying half her face in her pillow while still fixing her eyes at him. They both let out very light, barely audible sighs of gentle laughter.

"Morning, beautiful," he said in his sleepy tone.

"Morning, handsome," she said back in her own sleepy tone.

"I had a dream last night," he said.

"Oh?" she teased in a giggle. "What about?"

"You, me," he began to answer. "Doing our own little duet to the songs played at our dinner. In each other's arms."

"Sounds like a nice dream," she said with a smile.

"It sure was," he responded. They both exhaled softly and brought their foreheads together ever so gently. They stared into one another's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. "I've never felt so blessed than to have you."

Gwen let out a light giggle. "Not many guys would be so embracing to the concept of romance," she noted.

"Blame my parents," Trent responded with a light chuckle. "Whenever mom took me to the movies, we'd watch chick flicks instead of the action films dad didn't mind letting me watch. It wasn't pleasant at first. Didn't help that a lot of the movies were pretty bad. Mom wanted me to have better appreciation, so dad gave me the advice of watching older movies. That's when I realized 'Princess Bride' was a romance film disguised as a swashbuckling adventure. I started watching other movies like 'Casablanca' and 'City Lights'. 'Singin' in the Rain' was what did it for me. With that one movie, I was bit with the love bug."

"What a surprise," she giggled. "A musical making a music man fall in love."

"Seems perfectly obvious, huh," he chuckled. "That was a few years ago. In the time since then, it was one of three things that had ever been on my mind next to motorcycles and music. Listening to all kinds of romance songs to get the right tune to play, coming up with the words to sing or say." He brought the hand he had been brushing her hair with down to cup her cheek. "Then I met you. Ever since I laid eyes on you, all the feelings I've been waiting for emerged inside me."

"I'm sure your friends thought you had lost your mind falling for a goth girl at first sight," Gwen commented.

"Just about all of them did," Trent noted. "But looks didn't really matter to me. I just had this gut instinct that this girl was a wonderful person. Someone who was real and true to herself. In my eyes, you were the girl I had been looking for."

"Trent," she teased whining. "You're making me feel all girly."

"And you're making me feel all mushy," he said. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Me neither," she responded. She leaned in to give him a loving kiss on the lips. "I have to say that the first time I saw you, I did feel same for you as you did me. You weren't pretending to be friendly or understanding. That's who you were and still are through and through. Honest and caring. That's what really attracted me the most about you."

No more words were spoken. There didn't need to be any more. Their eyes did all the speaking for them. In seconds their lips came together in an ever gentle kiss as they snuggled up to one another for a loving embrace. They didn't care that they were continuing the wrinkle the fancy clothes they had been wearing since their dinner date.

They were so lost in their love for each other, nothing else really seemed to matter.


(Confession Cam)

Chris - "I know you guys like all the lovey dovey going on with those two. Hell, we get some good ratings from it so I have no real problem with it. But this show is called 'Total Drama' for a reason. Let's get some drama rolling here, shall we?"


"This is how the election works at Richmore," Chelsea said to Heather as she began laying down various papers, folders, and packets on the table in the cafeteria. "There are four main offices and eight student council representatives. Each class gets one office and two representatives. Senior class is President, junior class is Vice President, sophomore class is Secretary, and freshman class is Treasury. With me so far?"

"Yes," Heather nodded. "You obviously want me to get you into being Vice President."

"Getting into office is actually a lot tricker," Chelsea noted. "The school officials are the ones who can vote for who goes into office. After that, the students elect their representatives. Your job is to get me into student council, so it doesn't really matter if I'm Vice President or a representative just as long as I get in. Alright?"

"Got it," Heather replied.

"That still doesn't mean the focus of my campaign shouldn't be my becoming Vice President," Chelsea explained. "Running just to be a representative makes you look like you're not really serious about being in politics. I'm dead serious with my political ambitions. But I do know were the tides turn and what likelihood I have of placing a position I want."

"Understood," Heather nodded.

"Good," Chelsea said. "Now then, here's how the schedule goes. A week from Monday is when everyone wanting to run for council begins to campaign. There's two weeks of solid campaigning before the third Sunday. School officials interview each candidate for each position. Those who are called in early for interview are generally the favorites not only in the election, but also whom the officials appear to like best for the position."

"So in the first two weeks of campaigning, I need to make you look favorable so that you are among the first interviewed by the school officials," Heather summarized.

"Correct," Chelsea responded. "Campaigning continues for another week, though this time it becomes clearer who the frontrunners are following the interviews. By this point, the weakest candidates drop out. On the fourth Sunday, each class run debates in one of four randomly selected hall amphitheaters. This is more to appease for votes into student council."

"Do the selection of the amphitheater play a role in swaying votes?" Heather asked.

"Not necessarily," Chelsea answered. "It's the students we should be concerned with most. After the debates, there's one more day of campaigning before the elections on Tuesday. Students have all day to vote. Halfway through the day, the school officials will announce who they voted into office. This is so that the students can switch their votes for who they then want in student council since their original pick is already in office. Voting closes at 9pm and the next day is when the results are posted."

"Any problems in tampering with the votes?" Heather asked.

"Don't even try," Chelsea replied. "The votes are under lock and key with so many security measures an ant could get caught. Each vote is calculated into the computer system, which is monitored with all kinds of anti-hacking programs. The votes are also recorded on camera, the tapes behind guarded by the officials themselves. Any attempt to tamper with the votes is automatic expulsion for those responsible and for the candidate they were favoring. And that is a risk we cannot afford to take since it means taking everyone down."

"Tampering with the votes is out of the question, got it," Heather nodded in a bit of disappointment.

"Just concentrate on manipulating the students," Chelsea stated. "That's all we want from you in accomplishing your objective. How you go about doing the manipulating we really don't care. Get me elected and we'll reward you beautifully."

"Consider your place on the student council secured," Heather said with a grin.


(Confession Cam)

Heather - "I guess I won't be clashing with Courtney as much as I thought. Three viable positions in the council. This means every candidate as three chances to get in. Chelsea will be a lock for one, I'll make sure of it. So that means Courtney can get one of the other two. Just as long as she doesn't go up against two stronger candidates. ... But just to be on the safe side..."


"There's our favorite know-it-all," Duncan announced as he leaned up against the living space couch, right behind here Noah was sitting. "You're just the man princess and I have been looking for."

Noah sighed as he looked up from his book and turned just enough to catch sight of the delinquent. "What do you want?"

"It's me who wants to speak with you, Noah," Courtney spoke. "Not Duncan." Noah looked over to see the overachiever sit herself on the couch in a spot next to him. "But he is right when he said that your the person we've been looking for."

"Oh, joy," Noah said sarcastically. "Fortune vomits on my eiderdown once more."

"I'm going to ignore that ridicules display of cynical behavior," Courtney said, slightly biting the inside of her mouth to keep from reacting more violently. "Because I have a proposition for you."

"You want me to help you get elected into student council, don't you," Noah summarized with a raised brow.

Courtney sat quietly in disbelief for a second. Then she remembered what kind of person she was talking to and managed to take a deep breath to regain her composure. "I want you to be my campaign manager," she said.

"I think I'll pass," Noah said, returning his attention to his book.

"What do you mean you'll pass?" Duncan asked. "You thinking of running for a spot in student council yourself or something?"

"Not really," the know-it-all replied. "I'm afraid my ambitions stretch slightly further than professional idiocy in West Kitchener."

"The hell that's supposed to mean?" Duncan questioned with a confused brow raised.

"It means no longer possesses an interest in politics," Courtney answered her boyfriend with a sigh.

"Glad to see your relationship is healthy enough for you to willingly translate the English language for your lap dog," Noah commented. In a flash, the book in his hands was violently swatted to the ground. He slowly turned to guilty figure and gave her a cold glare. One that was returned equally. "I assume there's a good reason for that."

"It's to warn you that you're definitely getting on my nerves," Courtney said. "I came to you in an act of kindness and all you've done in return is be nothing more than a stuck up twit. Proceed any further with such an attitude and you'll be begging that you were feeling Duncan's wrath as opposed to mine."

Noah sighed, knowing the statement to be true. "Fine," he said, crossing his arms. "I'll entertain your proposition further. After which, I will return to my previous state of being left alone for no other reason than to be exactly that."

"Whatever," Courtney responded before clearing her voice. "So you are not interested in running for student council. Alright. I am. Though it is not something I quite used to, I need some help with my campaign. Help from someone who knows the game and be able to play from the sidelines. I like to run the ship all myself in the past, but I believe coming into a new school puts me at a bit of a disadvantage despite having had by image exposed nationally on television. There's a lot I need to do if I have any chance at getting in and, as much as I hate to admit it, the load is too much for me to handle alone. Since you claimed to have been Student President at your school before coming onto the show, you're the best person for me to call on for help."

Noah remained silent for a moment before slowly leaning down to pick up his book. "So you're swallowing your pride and asking me to be your campaign manager because you would otherwise be overwhelmed in this unknown arena in which you find yourself," he said. "What's in it for me?"

Courtney took a deep breath. "If I'm elected, you'll be my Chief of Staff," she answered.

"What?" Duncan practically cried.

"Which will certain come in handy if by luck the school officials elect me to be Vice President," Courtney added, ignoring her boyfriend's surprise. "And... you will have important say on whatever issues we deal with."

The only movement Noah made throughout the whole revelation was to simply blink once. He stared at Courtney in a very nonchalant way. Then he spoke. "You have your word that I'm not a personal monkey, but rather a key voice of reason to make sure whatever campaign pledges you make are achieved?" he asked.

Courtney nodded. "Yes," she replied.

Duncan was in a state of shock. He never figured Courtney to be the kind to relinquish a great deal of control unless it was in a completely desperate situation. He didn't think this was desperate enough for her to offer Noah to be her Chief of Staff.

Noah stared at Courtney somemore before turning his gaze back to his book. "Pathetic," he said. "Absolutely pathetic. Contemptible. ... Worth a try."


(Confession Cam)

Noah - "So Katie asks me to help with her studies. Then Courtney comes to me to be her campaign manager and then her Chief of Staff if she gets elected. My talents are being recognized at last."

Courtney - "I had a long, hard thought about the decision I made to offer him the Chief of Staff position. There really wasn't much else I could give him in return for being my campaign manager. I really didn't want to do it, but I knew that I would certainly be having a difficult time being able to run everything by myself. Besides... he would be the one person who could suggest something to be done with discretion and not have it trail back to me. Like having Duncan dirty his hands for me."

Duncan - "When I suggested Noah be considered as campaign manager, I didn't expect her to offer him a spot at being literally her right hand man. Is she really that concerned about the people she's going up against?"


(Week 2, Day 3 - Monday)

(The Others)

"... from fourteen years ago, when ozone depletion was just at ten percent of its current level," the science professor spoke. He pressed the button on the mouse, causing the image projected on the screen to change. "By the time you are thirty years old, average global temperature will have risen two and a half degrees."

Tyler sighed blissfully as his attention was fixated on Lindsay, who was playing with her hair in front of her face. He found her to be really cute when she did that. Duncan and DJ had their heads propped up on the desk with their hands, looking as though they were learning when in fact they were bored.

Sadie was quite passing notes to Katie on how to best approach the latter's crush. Katie kept blushing and writing replies of how she wasn't ready yet. Eventually, Eva got annoyed watching them and snatched one of the notes. But instead of reading it, she simply ate it. This certainly intimidated the BFFFLs to find something else to do.

Justin had managed to strategically place a mirror on his desk in such a way that it wouldn't be noticeable. More time for him to admire his handsome looks instead of being bored to death by school. Owen was staring with his mouth open, unable to comprehend most of what was being taught. Heather was filing her nails and avoiding LeShawna's cold glances, as if trying to tell the queen bee to at least act interested or suffer the consequences.

The only three students who were actually paying full attention and taking notes were Bridgette, Geoff, and Trent. Being a motorcycle enthusiast, Trent would always learn information when it came to global warming so that he could retune his bike to make it more eco-friendly. Bridgette was a natural in the subject and took notes simply to compare with what she already knew. Geoff studied simply to look good for his girlfriend.

"The results causing such catastrophic consequences as typhoons, floods, widespread drought, and famine," the science professor continued. "Any one care to explain what famine is exactly?"


(Week 2, Day 4 - Tuesday)

(The Smarty Pants)

"Receive any hugs from girls today, Zeke?" Izzy asked rather cheerfully.

"Um... no..." Ezekiel nervously said, shaking his head.

"No?" Izzy whined. "But it's almost lunch time. We'll be behind on the quota."

"I'll give him a hug," Beth offered with a giggle and a snort. She then gently wrapped her arms around the prairie boy and gave him a comfortable hug. "There. Your first hug of the day."

"Uh, thanks," Ezekiel said, scratching the back of his head. He smiled a little, thankful that he received a relatively less embarrassing hug. At least compared to ones Izzy gives him.

"Woo hoo!" Izzy cheered. "We're back on track!"

"If you were so concerned about ensuring he gets hugged three times a day by a girl as you've pledged, why don't you give him the hugs all by yourself?" Cody asked curiously. Ezekiel considered pulling his toque down over his eyes upon hearing this.

"Izzy wants Zeke to be shared amongst other girls too," Izzy replied with a cackle.

"It's best not to dwell on that which is Izzy," Gwen noted to a confused looking Harold.

"Oh, okay," Harold nodded. "I guess we'll never know why she is the way she is, huh."

"Years from now, people will be talking about her the same way they talk about Ogopogo, Windigo, and the Trapper's Ghost," Noah commented in his cynical manner.

Izzy heard this and yet giggled with delight. "I once met the Trapper's Ghost, uh huh," she said. "He had the cutest Huskies! It was really cool, he was looking for this one guy who got lost in the forest. I wasn't lost, I was just playing a funny little game with my cousin. Any way, so I decided to help him look for this guy..."

As Izzy continued to talk, Ezekiel sighed as looked down at the ground his was walking on. They had left a lecture and were taking their time heading toward the next class on their schedule. His body language did not go unnoticed.

"Feeling alright there, Zeke?" Gwen asked the prairie boy.

"I dunno, eh," he replied after a sigh. "That lecture just... conf'oosed me a little. I never really th'oot ab'oot havin' to find a job, eh. My mom said I'd be w'ootever I wanted to be and dad said that if thin's didn't work out I c'ood always work on the farm."

"What that lecture was about is letting you know how there's no guarantee getting the job you want," Courtney tried to explain. "Think of it this way. You're not the only one trying to get the job you want. Therefore, you got to show the people who decide who gets the job that you're better than the other person. Having good grades help a great deal."

"It helps, but there are other factors as well," Gwen noted. "References also help. Having a reliable person have your back gives the impression that you yourself are reliable. But most importantly, its the ability to do what you're trying to do and to be able to do it well that works best."

"But even then, there's no guarantee you'll get to do what you want to do," Harold added. "It's like, you may one day be want to be a scientist. But then you'll end up being an engineer. And sometimes what job you get will effect your living conditions. Like you'll want to live in a mansion, yet you'll end up living in a condo."

"And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack," Izzy added in rather suddenly. "And you may find yourself in another part of the world. And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile. And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife. And you may ask yourself, 'Well... How did I get here?'"

Everyone came to a stop. Izzy just stood still, smiling in an unassuming manner. The other seven just stared at her, each with different forms of expression on their faces.


(Confession Cam)

Ezekiel - "N'oo I'm really conf'oosed, eh! Shotg'oon shack, an'oother part of the world, large automobile, b'ootiful house, b'ootiful wife. What does that all mean?"

Beth - "I'm hoping that by being her roommate and now being her classmate that I might get to understand Izzy a little better. So far, I'm still not getting a lot of the things she says."

Noah - "As smart as I am, even I don't know what Izzy was talking about."

Izzy - /Shakes her head./ "Same as it ever was..."


(Week 2, Day 5 - Wednesday)

(The Others)

"Any one wanting a shot at making the school wrestling team, please report to the mat in the center of the gym," the wrestling coach announced after the final hour of classes ended. "If you want to simply watch, sit your butts over in the bleachers. Everyone else, hit the shows and move long."

"This outta be a fun show," Duncan chuckled while stretching his arms out. "You guys wanna watch."

"I'm game," Geoff said.

"Got nothing else planned," DJ shrugged.

"What, you're not gonna try out for the team?" Duncan asked as the trio made their way to the bleachers.

"Dude is as tame as Bunny, remember," Geoff joked.

"I would actually be surprised if any one from the show actually would try out for the team, though," DJ said, taking the verbal jab in stride as the trio took their seats. "Those guys are really tough."

"You can say that again," Duncan nodded. "My back is still going to feel sore tomorrow morning."

"Sh'yeah, bra," Geoff agreed. "My arms have never been so stiff."

"And that was from the guys whose bodies aren't ripped," DJ pointed out. "Never thought a kid skinnier than Noah could throw me as if I were a feather, man."

"This place is surprising me more and more," Duncan sighed. "I get my butt handed to me by a kid geekier than Harold with relative ease. Starting to make me think twice about the people I pick on."

"Really?" DJ asked curiously.

"Nope," Duncan grinned. "I just have to be cautious now of which battles to fight."

"Speaking of which battles to fight cautiously," Geoff said. "I think things are about to get interesting."

"Oh man," Duncan said. "This is definitely not going to be good."

"Do you think they'll actually let her compete?" DJ asked.

"If they value their lives, they will," Duncan replied.

"So, you think you got what it takes to be on the wrestling team, eh?" the wrestling coach asked Eva with a raised brow.

"You let a bunch of skinny twerps on the team," Eva argued. "Why not let a girl have a shot?"

"Bold, yet true words you speak there," the coach said with a nod. "Ah'right, let's see how you do. And to be fair, I'll run you through the same way I run through everyone else. Beat three of the boys on the junior squad in five minutes and you're in. When I say beat 'em, I mean beat 'em. Just because you last five minutes don't mean you beat 'em. That work for you?"

"Fine by me," Eva said, cracking her neck to one side.

"Good girl," the coach said. Then he blew his whistle. "Ah'right! Andrews! You're first against the new girl!"

"Now this'll be fun," Duncan chuckled as he leaned closer for a better view of the action. "I got five that says Eva will wipe the floor with all three they throw at her."

"I'll take some of that," DJ said with a grin.

"You're on, bra," Geoff responded.

The trio watched as Eva took her position against the first opponent. Andrews had a fairly normal look to his body. No real definition or build. But as the boys learned earlier, looks were deceiving. They were about to see if Eva would learn that herself.

The coach blew the whistle and the two wrestlers locked up. Those who were watching began cheering. The majority were rooting for Andrews while there were quite a number cheering for Eva. Andrews tried to slide behind Eva, but she caught him and immediately went to take him down. With a grunt, she began to exert all force to pin his shoulders to the mat while he attempted to lock his legs around one of her arms. She managed to finally push all her weight onto him, resulting in the coach slapping the mat and blowing his whistle to end the match.

"One minute and thirty-nine seconds," the coach announced. "Not bad, girl. Better luck next time, Andrews." Eva was on her knees, taking deep breaths, while Andrews returned to the junior squad and received reassuring pats on the back. "Matthews, you're up next. Go get 'em!"

"I believe that constituted as wiping the floor, boys," Duncan said with a snicker to DJ and Geoff while Matthews jogged up to his position on the mat. "She managed to get the pin in under two minutes."

"He was grounded for the most part, I give you that," Geoff nodded.

"We'll see how she does with this one," DJ noted.

Matthews certainly looked more muscular and toned. He looked straight into Eva's eyes with determination while she returned with fire and intensity. The whistle blew and Matthews immediately dropped to his knees in an attempt to toss her over. She instead dropped her weight onto his nearest shoulder and then pushed him down onto his back.

"Oh, this'll be over quick!" Duncan cheered.

Matthews immediately went into a bridge position to keep his shoulders from dropping to the mat. Eva growled as she began forcing her entire body onto his upper body to try and force it down. Matthews would move his legs inch by inch to either one side of the other, looking to see if he could pull something off. He head could maintain the weight of the position for so long and it didn't help that Eva's weight was being added to the pressure.

Matthews finally swooped his legs in the direction away from Eva. But she seemed prepared for this as she immediately locked her right arm around his head just as he was successfully turning his body so that his stomach would be on the mat. She spread her legs outward and planted her feet firmly upon the mat to ensure he couldn't move her.

"She's got two minutes left, dude," Geoff commented.

As though she happened to hear him, Eva moved her right leg inward and slammed Matthews' head onto the mat. She shifted herself so that she used all of her weight and force to push him over and pin his shoulders down. Upon hearing a slap on the mat and the blowing of a whistle, she knew she had succeeded.

"Works for me as her wipe the floor with him," DJ noted.

"Get ready to pucker up boys," Duncan said confidently. "I'll be ten bucks richer and she'll be on the school wrestling team."

"Three minutes and seventeen seconds," the coach announced. "You're ah'most there, girl. Tough break, Matthews." Eva was back on her knees, her deep breaths being done a little faster than before. Matthews snapped his fingers in disappointment as he rejoined the rest of the junior squad. "Guess the last one will be--"

"Mind if I challenge her, coach?" said a voice. The source of the voice came from where the varsity squad sat. One of the skinniest and virtually plain looking bodies in the group had his hand raised.

"You sure about it, Jackson?" the coach asked with a raised brow.

"Worth a shot, sir," the boy replied.

The coach stared at him for a moment then looked over at Eva. Finally, he shrugged. "Ah'right, if that's what you want, Jackson," he said. "You're her final test."

As Jackson jogged up to position, the trio noticed there was a lot of murmuring going on within the gym. There was anticipation in the air. Obviously there was something to this Jackson fellow or else they wouldn't have been making such a big deal about the whole situation. The trio were now watching with greater interest.

The whistle blew. In the blink of an eye, Jackson locked hands with Eva, dropped onto his left knee, and positioned his right shoulder into her stomach. Eva grunted and tried to pull and push him away and onto the ground. Only she found herself losing balance whenever she did so and returned to a stationary position quickly. She found herself quite in a predicament as she settled on trying to push him forward at the moment.

Jackson then suddenly slid his legs around from the left and wrapped them around both of Eva's ankles, causing her to trip over. As she went down, he immediately floated over and hooked her in a front headlock, spreading his legs out and planting his feet so as to keep her grounded in position.

"Dude, he did that in less than a minute," Geoff commented.

"He took her down as if she was nothing," DJ added.

"This doesn't look good," Duncan noted.

Eva was growling viciously as she looked for a way to get out of the hold. Jackson remained relatively calm, as if waiting for her to do something before making his next move. She hooked her hands over his arms and began to pull. He immediately flew over behind her and rotated his body. He maintained his lock on her head, but now he was doing it from behind. As if to maintain added pressure, his legs were position around her left arm. She dropped the arm carelessly and he locked his legs around it. He turned his body just enough and caused Eva to fall back. Placing all force on her right arm was all that kept her from getting her shoulders pinned to the mat.

"Definitely not good," Duncan groaned. "I'm gonna lose ten bucks!"

"It's only been two minutes and the bra is just dominating her," Geoff said in awe.

"Who would've thought that a guy as skinny as a stick could out wrestle Eva," DJ noted with a slight chuckle.

Eva let out a heavy growl as she moved about her legs. She managed to plant them on the mat, allowing her to be able to gain some ground. With a roar, she lifted herself and all of Jackson up. She had Jackson on her shoulders as she went to stand straight up. Yet just as she did so successfully, Jackson moved his arms over from her head to her right arm while his legs remained locked on her left arm. Jackson then suddenly rolled over, using Eva's momentum to cause her to flip backward off her feet. Eva found herself slamming hard on her stomach as Jackson floated back over to lock her head from the front.

"Where did this kid come from?" Duncan asked.

"Guess he's varsity for a reason," DJ noted, shrugging at the question as well.

Eva grunted and struggled with great frustration. She couldn't remember the last time she had found herself in such a precarious position before. It baffled her that someone with the body shape as this Jackson kid was besting her. This match should have been over a long time ago, and yet she was not running out of time. She needed to do something now.

Eva planted her feet into the mat as well as her hands. With all her might, she pushed off forward and roared as she looked to hoist her opponent over her shoulders. Jackson apparently anticipated this, however, as he flipped around to land on his feet. He then swiftly locked his arms around her waist and pulled back. He went into a bridge position while Eva found herself having been carried over and her shoulders landing on the mat. The shock of having been lifted off her feet was more than enough of a distraction for her to forget that she was being pinned. It wasn't until she heard a slap on the mat followed by the blowing of the whistle that she realized this. She had been beaten.

"Holy cow!" Geoff cried.

"Impossible!" Duncan shouted in disbelief.

"Unbelievable!" DJ yelled.

"Four minutes and two seconds," the coach announced. "Ah'ways have to be the showman, eh Jackson? Sorry girl, but you're not making the team this year. Try again next year if you would like. Next!"

Eva walked off the mat and then just stood still. Stunned and in a great deal of disbelief. She could not believe what had just happened moments ago. She had prided herself in being a tough, strong woman whom no person of any gender could overpower. Yet the skinniest, plainest looking guy in the room had managed to lift her off her feet and pin her in a wrestling match. For the first time in her life, she didn't know what to do.

"Hey there," called a voice at her. She turned to see it was Jackson, the very person who defeated her. He was wiping his face with a towel and offering her an unopened water bottle. "Good effort out there."

Eva was a bit hesitant to even acknowledge his gesture of sportsmanship. In the end, she nodded and slowly took the water bottle. She was a little parched after all.

"Mind if I offer a couple suggestions if you wanna try again next year?" he asked. Eva was once more bewildered by this expression of kindness to her. So she just shrugged. "You have great strength, no question about it. But strength alone is not going to win you the tough matches. Sometimes it's the lack of strength that will work. If you're gonna try again for next time, work on your speed. It's very helpful in using someone's momentum against them."

Eva nodded. That was exactly what he was doing against her. The whole time she was trying to overpower him with her strength, only to find herself being taken over because he was using her momentum against her. She never really took speed into account whenever she was in a physical competition unless she wanted to beat any of her personal best times.

"Other thing," Jackson continued. "I bet you hear this a lot and I apologize if it bothers you. Temper. Wrestling is not a sport you wanna lose your temper in. It takes away your focus and you end up leaving one too many openings for the opponent to easily take you down. Just take your time on the mat, don't rush things, and keep a level head. That's all you need to do."

Eva nodded again. She knew full well that her temper can and usually did get the best of her if something wasn't going the way she wanted. Most especially whenever she was in some sort of competition, physical or not. She always entered with the mindset that she was the best and no one could touch her. Not winning was not an option.

"Jackson!" called out another voice. They looked over. Standing at one of the entrance doors, a grin painted across her face, was Jessica. Eva's Resident Assistance.

Jackson chuckled and turned back to Eva. "If you really want to be on the team, give some thought to what I said, okay?" he said to her. He started backing away a little and threw her a smile before turning and jogging over to Jessica. Eva simply nodded, but now her attention wasn't so much on her abilities. She had very good hearing. Might as well use it.

"Hey, isn't that Jessica?" DJ asked as the trio were getting ready to leave.

"Yeah, dude," Geoff confirmed after squinting his eyes to get clarity. "You think she and Jackson are a couple?"

"Our R.A. got herself a jock boyfriend, eh," Duncan grinned. "This I gotta see."

"Howdy, Jess," Eva managed to hear Jackson say.

"Beating up on my students, huh?" she heard Jessica tease with her arms crossed.

"She's got potential, sweetie," Jackson chuckled. "You've heard me mention a number of times in the past few months how the team needed a strong body. She just needs work on the actual wrestling."

"If that were the case, honey, than shouldn't you be trying to convince your hard-ass coach to consider making an exception for her?" Jessica asked with a smirk.

"It crossed my mind," he answered. "I just need to know if she really wants to be on the team."

"She has a name, you know," Jessica noted.

"My bad," Jackson chuckled. "What's her name?"

"Eva," she replied. "If you want, I can ask her later on in the week. Seeing as how you're busy and all with the rest of the boys."

"Jackson!" the coach called out. "Flirt later! Back on the mat!"

"Speaking of which," Jackson said. "Catch you Saturday?"

"Fine with me," Jessica nodded. She smiled when he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before heading back on the mat. Jessica looked around and noticed that there were some of her students watching. She didn't blush. Instead, her lips curled into a wide grin before gently walking out of the gym.


(Confession Cam)

Jessica - /Smirking./ "Yeah, I have a boyfriend. Is it really that surprising that someone would be in a relationship with me?"

Duncan - /Scoffs./ "That guy cost me ten bucks. Just because he's Jessica's man doesn't mean I'm gonna dislike him any less."

Geoff - "That's pretty gnarly Jessica has a boyfriend, dude. He seems like a pretty stand up guy. But what impresses me the most about him is that he beat Eva in a physical sport. Who would've saw that coming?"

Eva - /Sighs./ "I lost. ... A guy skinnier than potato skin lifted me off the ground and pinned my shoulders. ... I should be embarrassed. ... But I'm not. ... You know why? ... Because he just lit a fire in me. ... He beat me. I accept that. ... But now, I'm more determined than ever to beat him back. ... You better be ready, Jackson." /Cracks her knuckles./

DJ - "You think some of the romance coming off of Gwen and Trent from Saturday still hanging in the air?"

Chris - "I guess I can reward you people for sticking through the drama. So here's a little romance for being such good sports. ... But it's not of Gwen and Trent..."


(Week 2, Day 6 - Thursday)

Lindsay never really disliked her school uniform too much. She just did not like how it didn't expose enough of her belly. Unless the shirt was lifted up just a little bit. Something Tyler did not mind doing as the two teens, fully clothed in their school uniforms, were laying down on his bed. The excuse he gave Trent to leave the room for a moment was that they would be studying. In a small way, he was actually telling the truth.

They just were not studying school work.

"This muscle is called the obliguus externus," Tyler said, placing his finger ever so softly upon the muscle. A loving smile was painted upon on his face.

No matter how gently he was touching, the feeling was quite ticklish for Lindsay. She giggled and squealed anytime his finger started upon her skin. Her shoulders hunched up. Her hands just barely touching her face and nearly covering her mouth. Her knees clenched together as they swayed from side to side every now and then. She was giggling and squeal so hard that it seemed any second tears would start to form in her eyes.

Tyler slowly ran his finger onto the next muscle on her abdomen. Her fits of pleasure continuing as he did so. "And right here is where the obliquus internus is," he said.

Lindsay gently bit one her fingers in a failed attempt to stop giggling. She did this so that she could spend a moment to look over at her boyfriend with her beautiful blue eyes and throw an innocent, shy smile his way. A sign to show that she liked what he was doing. Tyler's loving smile grew just a little wider, seeing that he was making her happy.

He ran his finger to the next muscle. Her giggling and squeal continued in the process. "The muscle over here is called tansversus abdominis," he explained.

Tyler waited a moment, listening to her as she continued her sounds of pleasure, before slowly and gently laying his entire hand onto her belly. Now she was really giggling and squeal. The sensation of his touch actually causing her to shiver a little as the volume of her voice went up a little. He softly rubbed his hand over a particular area of her belly, driving her wild with joy.

"All the muscles here are known as rectus abdominis," he said.

He then lifted his hand just enough so that it was barely hovering over her body. The tips of his fingers still touching the surface of her skin. He then lightly moved them down. Her giggling started to get softer. And her cheeks began to blush hot pink. His fingers came to a stop in an area that was underneath the top of her skirt. Had he dared to go just another inch further, he would have been feeling the silk of her panties.

"And finally, we have the pyramidalis muscle," he said gently. After a moment, he slowly pulled his hand back over her stomach and gently placed it upon her skin. "Those are the abdominal muscles."

Lindsay let out another soft giggle while maintaining the blush on her cheeks. "You're so smart, Tiger," she said. Seconds later, she had her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. His hand that was on her abdomen was now placed upon the small of her back. They continued to make out for a moment until she pulled back and pouted. "I didn't get your name right, did I?"

"That's okay," he assured her. "Besides, I really like being called that."

Lindsay giggled. "It's, like, giving you a pet name," she said. "But that means I need a pet name. It would so be no fair if you got a pet name, but not me."

"Then let's came up with one for me to call you," Tyler responded. "Hmmm... things that start with the letter 'L'..."

"There's 'Lion'," she suggested. "Goes great with me calling you 'Tiger'. But it doesn't rhyme with my name."

"Let's hold on to it just in case we can't come up with something better," he said. "And for you, it would actually be 'Lioness'."

She giggled again. "Um..." she started to think. Normally, that wouldn't be a good thing. But for this particular puzzle, she wanted to try really hard. "Oh, I know. How about 'Lemon'? That almost rhymes."

"Not only that, it goes along with your beautiful blonde hair," Tyler teased.

"You big silly Tiger," she giggled.

"My little sweet Lemon," he said.

It was the perfect match. Sealed with a gentle, loving kiss.


(Confession Cam)

Chris - /Grinning, does a feline pawing motion./ "Rawr... Way to go, Tyler."


Confession Cam Decorations to date:

Dolphin Sticker on the Camera Lens, Heart-Shaped D+C Graffiti, Z Necklace hanging from Gum on the Ceiling, Wing Commander Poster covering Justin Headshot covering Horse Poster, Denzel Washington Poster covering Corey Clark Poster, Portraits of Captains James T. Kirk and Jean-Luc Picard


Sorry for not including any new decorations at the moment. I kind of drew a blank for new ones at this time so I'm open to any suggestions. Hopefully it'll help. Even though I made it seem like the Eva scene would be the primary focus for the chapter, I actually started thinking more and more about the Tyler and Lindsay scene. I guess it's because there just seemed to be so very little stories of them and I think they make a nice couple. So I wanted to give them a little spotlight time, even though I somewhat a storyline for them coming up in the future.

No "Weird Al" reference today, but there's one particular reference in there that's based off my new obsession. The one who figures it out first gets a cookie. So send in those reviews, people!

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