AN: And here it is, readers! The long awaited continuation of Humiliated Hawaiian Flower! Thank you again to everyone who kept reading and reviewing, and especially to those who urged me to continue the story! I thought about this one a lot because I still watch TDWT and I've recently watched nine episodes of Total Drama Revenge of the Island! I really like this season, but I definitely miss Heather and Alejandro…! Anyways, thanks for waiting and here is chapter 7 out of the 25 chapters I planned for this story!

Five weeks.

That's how long it had been according to Alejandro. Five weeks since he threw his pineapple sacrifice into the volcano. Five weeks since he had won Total Drama World Tour and his prize money. Five weeks since he had ruined the life of the one girl he truly had feelings for. Five weeks since he had seen her fiery gaze locked with his icy stare.

Alejandro looked away from his calendar and shifted in his bed with a grumble of annoyance. He was still aggravated with himself for falling back in love with Heather, but he was angrier that he still had not been able to contact Sierra and weasel out information from her. There was no chance that she'd tell him anything willingly, but Alejandro still had methods of getting what he wanted. Sierra would be easy to crack – that is, if he could only find some way of getting through to her besides her Tweeter account.

There were rumors among TD fans that Sierra ran another blog dedicated to Heather, but any evidence of such a blog was traced back to overly enthusiastic fans of the show gossiping online. Completely useless information to his endeavors. There were other rumors Alejandro had heard that Chris McLean was renewing the show for another season, which initially interested Alejandro, but then he heard the original cast mates had a chance of being replaced. Again, useless.

He stood up from his bed and stretched, looking around wearily before looking down at himself. Despite being a tired wreck from trying to find Heather, Alejandro was still clean, crisp, and perfect. He flexed his bad hand gingerly – he had his surgery not long after his date with Courtney and had new skin grafted onto his injuries. The scar tissue was still healing but was in those final stages, leaving a slightly bright and unruly trail of skin that marked what was old and new skin. It was an ugly mark, but for the most part forgettable. His hand could flex with some minimal strains, making the appendage usable once again.

He wondered how Heather was doing. How were her injuries? She had gotten the brunt of all the lava and the smell of her burning flesh was etched in Alejandro's nose forever. The reminiscing caused Alejandro's stomach to flip unpleasantly and he could feel his bile struggle to shoot up his throat. Shakily, he brought his unmarred hand to rub his temple. He breathed deeply until the thoughts were pushed away from his mind.

"Mijo, are you okay?"

Alejandro jerked from his stupor and looked at his door. His mother was staring at him from his bedroom with a concerned look on his face. Once she was noticed, Mrs. Burromuerto stepped inside the room and looked around at the mess her son had accumulated. Across the floor were numerous papers – some computer codes, print outs of the internet rumors Alejandro came across, and official copies of his former cast mate's information from the show. His desk was a similar mess, only covered in a flood of post-it-notes that had quick phrases scribbled on them only Alejandro could understand.

"Mijo, what's going on? Are you doing some kind of research, or something?" The youngest Burromuerto hesitated, unsure of what exactly to tell his mother. From what he knew of, his mother was not the biggest fan of the Total Drama shows, nor was she happy that her son participated in them. She was just elated when he came home with only one injury and a million-dollars richer.

"…Ah…sí, mama. I'm just…trying to look for someone…" Alejandro lamely answered. His mother raised a curious brow.

"¿Quién?" Alejandro winced. He could not lie to this sweet woman…

"…Heather, mama…" At the sound of her name, Mrs. Burromuerto's faced hardened. Her soft face suddenly had tight lines pulling at her lips and her brows furrowed together in a mix of confusion and anger. To her, Heather was a temptress – the snake in the Garden of Eden that tempted her son to do horrible things in order to win. She refused to believe her sons had mean streaks to them. They were just overly competitive, like her husband. People like Heather, on the other hand, were different.

"Heather?" She almost spat the name with distaste. "Why, Alejandro? Ella es una serpiente! She caused nothing but trouble on that show! You and I both know it!"

Alejandro could feel his temper rising as his mother continued to bash Heather. She was not generous with merciful words – she called Heather every harsh name in the book and her face became increasingly red as the words rolled out of her mouth.

"Mama, she's not like that –" Alejandro tried to cut in but his mother held up a finger that silenced him. He bit his lip angrily and his mother's eyes narrowed coldly.

"No, Alejandro, she is. I don't want to hear you say that name in this house again or continue this nonsense of finding her. She will be the end of you. Limpiar este lío ahora." Before Alejandro could get a final word, Mrs. Burromuerto spun on her heel and out the door. Everything felt hot to Alejandro. He was almost sure he could see red from how mad he was.

He suppressed a scream of frustration by kicking a sheet of paper with Chris' face into the air. He quickly turned away from the door and threw himself into his desk chair, trying to calm himself down by checking his resources again.

After he clicked through several sites, his pent up frustration only seemed to build up because there seemed to be no update in his search. Still no word of Sierra and still nothing on where Heather was staying. He was about slam his laptop shut when he heard a disapproving sound from the door. Thinking it was his Mrs. Burromuerto again, Alejandro turned around with an exasperated look on his face. Only it wasn't Mrs. Burromuerto.

His blood ran cold to see José leaning against his doorframe with a lazy smirk on his face. The smirk on his older brother's face widened when Alejandro's mouth closed slowly and his burning eyes turned into an intense glare. José took this as invitation to step inside and he whistled a sound of approval when Alejandro jerked out of his seat defensively.

"Sup, bro?" José said casually. Everything about José was casual; his tight white shirt, wrinkled plaid shirt, and those scruffy jeans that just screamed "I-don't-care-what-you-think-but-you-know-I'm-totally-hot." José examined the room curiously before he picked up a stray piece of paper stuck to his expensive snake-skin boots. "What's this, playing stalker?"

"Get out." It wasn't a request – it was an order. Venom practically dripped from the words. It would have been more menacing if José hadn't laughed hysterically.

"Wow, that's a good one. Way to scare me, Al," José chuckled and tossed the sheet out of his hand to pick up another off the floor. The previous paper only hand a name and information printed on it. The one José was holding now was one of many copies Alejandro had printed out of Heather.

A lump formed in Alejandro's throat as his brother examined the paper up and down. José's face was devoid of any emotion other than sick curiosity, and Alejandro recognized that quick glint of wickedness run through his eyes.

"She's quite a looker. This is what's-her-face, right? The one you fucked over? Oh, pun totally intended, Al," Alejandro's eyes flashed dangerously at his brother's vulgarity and he wanted to ram his body into José's. He wanted to inflict as much pain as possible on the older man for speaking of Heather in such a way but his body was glued to the ground. José smirked and tossed the paper into the air.

"Why are you doing this? Another juego demente of yours?"

"I have no reason to tell you, basura. Get out, now." José made a mock sound of shock and acted scandalized, crumpling the picture of Heather to his chest and bring a hand to his forehead daintily.

"Al, how could you say that to me? Your favorite brother, of all people!" The strength suddenly reappeared in Alejandro and he felt himself lunge towards José. There was a surprised yelp and a clatter as furniture fell from the two Burromuertos tangling themselves around each other angrily.

Alejandro didn't think, he just acted. He pulled his right fist back and connected it square into José's nose. He felt his brother struggle under him and then there was a blinding pain at the side of his head. He was pretty sure José managed to slam his elbow into the side of skull, but the lines around Alejandro blurred and his body felt numb.

There was a deafening tone in his ears and Alejandro blinked several times to try and make sense of what happened. He could feel himself try to lay more punches into José and could feel his brother thrash violently against him, but then he was being jerked back roughly. He landed harshly on his pelvis and winced, feeling a quick smack upside the head and hearing the low hum of his father's voice.

He blinked once, twice, three times before he could finally see José being held back by Carlos. The middle brother was spitting with rage and screaming obscenities in their native language at Alejandro. He looked up to see his father, anger distorting his handsome face and his lips moving quickly. Alejandro still could not make out the words but he was sure he was being reprimanded by how severe his father looked at him.

"…dro! You hear me! Clean yourself up and get your act together!" Those were the words Alejandro could make out before his father advanced on José, giving the middle child the same angry spiel to Alejandro's satisfaction. José stopped thrashing wildly in Carlos' arms but he was breathing hard and fast, shooting furious glares at his younger brother. Alejandro was pleased to see a thick trail of blood pouring out his nose, but could taste his own coppery fluids in his mouth.

Mr. Burromuero finally dismissed José and left the room quickly. José jerked his body out of Carlos grip and huffed.

"You'll regret this, puta. You'll see." José hissed, spitting blood onto the crumpled picture of Heather that fell to the floor and stomping out in blind fury. Alejandro let an incredulous laugh escape his lips. Carlos looked down at him with disapproval but said nothing, leaving his room like the rest of his family.

Although he was tired from the struggle, Alejandro could still feel rage pulse through his body. He grunted, pulled himself up, and examined his injured hand automatically. He had stretched it a bit too much; there was a searing pain along that unruly path of skin but no visible tear. Gingerly, he massaged it before he begrudgingly walked towards his bathroom to wash his sore face.

The day ended awkwardly to say at the very least. Alejandro felt like a one-man army against the Burromuerto household. His mother was still miffed with the Heather business he mentioned to her, and both his father and José were angry about his reckless antics. Carlos remained to be a neutral party and chose to exchange few words with his family.

No one would look Alejandro in the eye at dinner. In the end, he excused himself from the table after eating very little. It was not a big deal to him – he had more pressing matters to attend to. But despite his avid search and piles of research, Alejandro came up empty handed. He was becoming increasingly frustrated with his results, as well as increasingly desperate.

He wanted badly to just see Heather one last time – to tell her how he really felt and how he'd take it all back if he could. Even if she didn't forgive him, he'd be content with just seeing her, but what if there was the possibility that she returned his feelings? Alejandro wouldn't take his chances and miss an opportunity to find out how Heather felt.

It was five weeks, four days, and thirteen hours since he had last seen her now. He was staring at the glare of his computer screen, not really absorbing anything it had to offer. He was just mulling things in his head, thinking of possible outcomes of reuniting with the feisty manipulator.

In one fantasy, Heather did not forgive him. He expected as much; his fantasy self tried to voice an apology but Heather would have none of it. There was screaming and many things were thrown at him like flower vases, medical contraptions, and whatever else you find in a burn patient's hospital room. He left the room broken hearted and bruised, and he never heard from Heather again.

Alejandro blinked and changed the pace of his daydreaming.

He was back at the start of the fantasy now, a bouquet of exotic flowers in his hands this time around and his heart on his sleeve. He walked into the room without Heather noticing this time, and when she did look up, she was too shocked to say anything. Alejandro quickly took advantage of the situation and poured his heart out to the girl. She said nothing. She listened. And Alejandro just kept talking until his voice ran hoarse and he could say nothing more. His silence was greeted with a smile.

Oh, how wonderful that would be. Alejandro grinned to himself at the thought. He realized once he had stopped daydreaming that he had idly pulled up the official Total Drama website. He was staring at her picture and admiring the confidence in that malicious smirk of hers. The grin widened when Alejandro reconfirmed how much he loved this girl. The resentment he held towards hating her had almost completely disappeared, leaving only immense feeling of devotion to her. Of course there was still that weight of unyielding guilt burdening Alejandro's shoulders. The times he wasn't busy looking for traces of Heather or fantasizing of a happy ending, Alejandro was wracked with remorse. There were times where he had to bring a hand to his face to hold himself together.

But that was an obstacle Alejandro would need to beat in the future. Regardless of how Heather responded to his apology, he would still live knowing she was partially deformed because of him, and he would just need to accept it.

His train of thought was interrupted by the familiar ring of his cellphone. He glanced at the device on his table and recognized the caller as Courtney. He frowned.

That was weird; he hadn't really spoken to Courtney since they had last seen each other. He was so wrapped up with trying to locate Heather that he left little time to communicate with his "supposed" girlfriend. He had thought she had got a clue and just assumed their relationship was over. By the looks of the phone call, however, Alejandro assumed the opposite.

"Hello?" He said into the phone while simultaneously shutting off his computer.

"Hey, you!" Courtney sounded excited – the exact opposite of what an ex-girlfriend sounded like. "Where are you!"

"…Home?" How else was he supposed to answer that? Courtney made a happy squeal and Alejandro could practically see the girl do a small dance in place.

"This is so perfect! I can't believe you went out of your way to do this!"

"Wait, what? What do you mean, 'do this?'" Courtney giggled on the other end.

"Oh, don't try and play coy, Alejandro! Now come down stairs and open the door for me!" Wait – what? Alejandro's heart literally dropped into the pit of his stomach at Courtney's words. Instinctively he ran to his bedroom window and threw the curtains aside. Sure enough, there she was. Miss CIT was standing on his doorstep with two suitcases besides her and an excited look on her face. She was looking around his yard with amazement and to Alejandro's misfortune, she looked up and met his gaze.

He tried to move away from the window but he saw and heard Courtney's reaction; she made a happy giggling sound and he saw her wave at him. There was no chance of avoiding her now. He could hear her urge him to come down stairs again, but his body refused.

The doorbell was ringing now and Alejandro was getting a grasp on how real this sick joke was. He heard the door open and the other line on his phone clicked off. Courtney's voice was echoing inside his large house now.

Before he knew it he was flying down the steps to see who had let her in, and stumbled into the living room to see his confused mother conversing with the girl.

"Mrs. Burromuerto, correct? I'm Courtney Guzman! You don't know how happy I am to finally meet you and the rest of your family!" Courtney was already extending her hand out to shake Mrs. Burromuerto's, and the older woman just looked quizzically at her.

"I'm sorry…Courtney, was it? I don't think I quite understand what's going…" Courtney stared at her blankly before her eyebrows knitted together in a similar bout of confusion.

"…Didn't Alejandro tell you? He planned for me to finally meet the family and said you were okay with me staying for a few weeks…"

Alejandro had planned no such thing and he was about to voice his objections when a figure whizzed past him and next to his mother. It only took him two seconds to recognize who it was and what was going on.

"Mama, it was supposed to be a surprise! Al wanted you and Papa to meet his new girlfriend, so he asked me to help him plan a get together! She lives a little far but it would be too much trouble to get a hotel, so we thought she could stay in the guest bedroom. That's fine, right?" José's voice was working his mother like she was melted butter. There were initial signs of reluctance in her eyes, but once José looked at her earnestly and she looked back at Courtney's hopeful face, the beautiful woman smiled.

"Ah, sí, sí! Of course you can stay Courtney, please come in!" They all exchanged smiles as Courtney pulled in her luggage. When she caught sight of Alejandro, she made a breathless sound before quickly running to the young man and embracing him. Alejandro refrained from shrinking away, trying his hardest to naturally return the hug. But it felt all wrong; Courtney's body didn't mold against his like Heather's.

"I've missed you so much! I was worried when you stopped calling, but now I know you really are serious about us…!" Courtney looked at him affectionately and Alejandro just stared back, flabbergasted. But Courtney didn't seem to care – she simply pecked his cheek and went back to her stuff, following Mrs. Burromuerto in the direction of the guest room.

When the women left, it was just Alejandro and José in their luxurious living room. Alejandro looked back at José to see his brother smirking triumphantly at him. José walked towards him in the direction of his own bedroom, but stopped when he was beside Alejandro. He narrowed his eyes malevolently and whispered so lightly that Alejandro had to strain to make out the words clearly.

"I told you you'd regret our little disagreement, Al. If I were you, I'd hide all your stuff about that whore of yours unless you want Miss CIT to find out how faithful you've really been."

José said nothing more and for once, Alejandro felt too empty to react.

AN: And there you go, folks! It's a little shorter than usual to leave you wanting more...heheh! Thank you for reading this and I hope you all review! Please tell me your thoughts, your predictions, anything! Why not even tell me what you think of the new TD season?

Anyways, hopefully there will be an update next month! I'll try to push out two chapters, but I have midterms coming up and I definitely need to focus on school! I'm just glad to be active again!

Again, thanks for reading and checking up on the story! Until next time!