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Harold's POV...
"AAAAAHHHHH!"
I smiled as I heard the oh-so-familiar voice from the girl's trailer. Wow, that cheese wheel sure did more than smell weird...
I got up from bed and peered out my window just in time to see Courtney race out of her trailer. Whoa, her face looks like Jabba the Hut just consumed the gum Violet had in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory...only pink and uglier.
"Chris!" She shouted angrily as she dashed all around the studio like a crazed maniac. She was a crazed maniac from the start...
I chuckle to myself as I turn away from the window and start getting dressed. After putting my shirt on, I gaze over to the blue suit and slacks laying over on one of the other bunks.
Gosh, that was a really nice night. Heather looked so amazing...It's good to know she's alright after she got voted off.
And I will avenge her.
I was so ticked off when she told me that the stupid CIT faker bribed Chris to vote her off. Courtney has done some really mean, malicious, and stupid things during the Total Drama series...but this really tears a hole in my galaxy and now I want to throw her into a black hole. So lowering my self-esteem wasn't good enough for her, she's trying to break me by having my girlfriend voted off? Suing the show is one thing, but voting off Heather, who's now the better half because Courtney has become the worse half?
Still so angry...still so hurt...but I got to keep going if I want to win this competition...
But still...the million dollars is the whole reason some of the cast has become even more messed up. While others like Gwen and Trent and Owen are still cool whether it's win or lose...jerks like Courtney have turned to the dark side. Truth be told that money is the root of all evil...but I believe Courtney was evil long before that. While I still would like to win the money, it's not really worth it if it turns you cold inside and makes you a jerk to everyone. But I'm no jerk, and I only act cold when I'm insulted. It's alright with me whether win or lose. But considering I'm up against Courtney...I'm considering kill or be killed.
I'm going to get her. I'm going to crush her like she tried to crush me. I won't let her push me around any more.
She will pay.
But what about Leshawna?
Man, Leshawna...my first assumed love. What has happened to her this season? She use to be so nice and supportive and sweet back in TDI...now she seems so manipulative and traitorous...She agreed with Duncan to vote me off...She insulted me behind my back...she took my neverending love for granted.
I almost gave her Granny's ring...I almost made a big mistake. I was too busy listening to my brain than to my heart to realize it had been pumping for someone else this whole time. Well, my heart led me to the right girl in which I gave Granny's ring to...and P.S., my love for Leshawna died a long time ago.
You people assume I hate her. To be honest, I don't think I do.
I'm just...confused.
How the heck did we go from just friends to just enemies? Personally, I blame Duncan...He rubbed his attitude on Courtney, I bet the same thing happened to Leshawna.
I don't really hate her but I don't think I can tolerate well with her if she continues hating my girlfriend. I might, just might...think about making a truce, so we can end this hate battle and just go back to the way we were.
But for now, we got to fight each other to rein supreme. And I doubt things will ever go back to the way they were...
I walk out of my trailer, enjoying the fresh air and sunlight as I make my way over to the mess hall. Okay, yeah Chef's food isn't exactly Grade A quality, but food is food, man. And I accept my overcooked eggs and burnt ham with a smile.
I gaze over to the four remaining people of the show: Courtney, Leshawna, and Beth. Leshawna averts her eyes as I gaze at their direction; Courtney is just giving her usual glare as she rubs her cheeks which are healing nicely after the cheese wheel incident. Beth...Beth is the only one giving me mental thoughts of sympathy and support.
I turn away and just sit at one of the other tables. All by myself...
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Beth's POV...
I don't know what he did last night, but apparently he wishes it had never ended.
Happiness can be short-lived and even the good people are unfairly punished. Like Owen...Courtney just threw him off the show just like that because she has a lawyer and that stupid lawyer said it was okay to remove him. Owen is a great person and it really sucks he's not here in the final four...he would have brought a smile to our faces no matter what; he's done that back in the first season. I hope he's taking care of Heather and not acting like a jerk toward her which I assume Gwen might be doing...
While I do feel bad for Owen, I really feel bad for Harold. Maybe worse than before...
Poor Harold...the only guy here and pinned against by two girls who are out to get him and he's got a lot of work to do if he wants to win this. And he's all by himself...
Time to be a friend, Beth.
I quickly picked up my tray and walked over to his table. I smile at him as I sit down beside him. He smiles back at me.
At least he has one friend here.
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Courtney's POV...
If Beth's trying to form an alliance with Harold, she'll just fail.
Look at them talking and laughing as they eat Chef's disgusting breakfast...geek and geekette. I sometimes assume that they would end up together because of their gross geekiness. But no...Harold ended up with someone who's just as big a loser as he is.
I could care less what Heather's doing right now. Probably crying her eyes out like some big baby or arguing with Duncan, whom she deliberately rigged out of here...
Harold...he's become a hard nut to crack. This competition is going to be tough...and not because Harold has become all he-man.
Wherever Henrietta is right now, I got to watch myself. I'm not afraid of her...okay, maybe a little.
She slapped me, for Pete's sake! Oh, my cute nose...I can't believe she's Harold sister! And she actually loves her brother; that's surprising considering we live in a world where having siblings sucks. Looking into her angry, green eyes is scary...and I'm scared she might 'accidentally' kill me. Oh, why did Chris allow her here? Why couldn't he just bring one of our stupid contestants back like he did back in season one with Izzy and Eva?
But if she's not going to kill me, perhaps her baby brother will.
There's something actually scary about him...and no doubt he'll use it to his advantage as we butt heads.
But fear is all in the mind...a word of advice I gave to pathetic DJ before he finally petted the stupid snake back in season 1.
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Leshawna's POV...
I glance quickly at Harold before returning to my breakfast.
White boy is out to get somebody, and no doubt it might be me.
I can't exactly blame him...I mean, I wasn't exactly all sugar and spice and everything nice since this season started. I admit it, I was harsh.
Why am I harsh? Why do I hate Harold all of a sudden? We were just friends before season 1 ended...where'd the love go? I do know that any chance of love from him is zip, on account of he's got baldy and all...
I remember seeing him kiss her...telling her he loves her...hold her...cry with her...offer her his ring...
What I feel right now...and how this suddenly effects me...I'm not sure...All I know is that we're the final four. Prize or die, I got to have it.
But why do I feel guilty about wanting it so badly?
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Henrietta's POV...
I emerge from the tram vehicle after it stops in front of the studio. Yeah, I've been given a nice room at the resort and brought here everyday for the rest of the season. Though, sometimes I wish I could just stay here because Harold needs me. But he needs me to be his message bird, swapping between him and Heather...
I make my way over to the mess hall and look around the place. Wow, it seems so much quieter now that there were only four people left. I cast a threatening glare at Courtney. She's shaking and hiding herself behind her table in fear. Good. She should be afraid. Very afraid.
"Hey, Harold," I greet my brother as I walk and stand beside his table. I look at his breakfast...Oh, bleh, what are they feeding him?
"Hey, Henry," he greets me. He motions a hand over to a petite brunette chick with glasses. "You remember Beth, right?"
She flashes me the shiniest teeth I have ever seen. Wow, all those years of braces and headgear really were worth it. "Of course, I know her." I smile at her. Really, I think she's an awesome chick and a great role model for all kids. "S'up? I'm Henrietta."
"Oh, wow!" She says. "That is such a nice name! Original and fancy!"
She's even more enthusiastic in person. She's like Lindsey, only she has brains. "Hey, thanks." I smile at her. "And good luck to you in the competition as well. I'm rooting for you as I am for ol' Hare here." I playfully ruffle Harold's hair, he's annoyed but he smiles at me.
"Campers, outside now!" Calls Chris.
"Duty calls," Harold tells me before he gets up from his seat along with Beth. "See you during the challenge." There goes my brave baby brother.
Chris wants me to take out props and get them ready for another wacky challenge. If it involves my brother getting into another burning building, Chris will be in for a world of pain. It scared the crap out of me when both Harold and Heather were in that fire. But my brother the brave saved Heather when she was trying to save his. I swear, if anything way too severe happens to my brother, I will kick Chris's ass on television and you can bet your money that will totally boost the ratings.
But let's try to be positive. I'm on my way to the prop department and dig into a box of fake flowers and hats.
And something catches my eye.
A taser...now what can I use this for?
I'm smirking like a devil just to let you know.
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Harold's POV...
"Hope you guys are full of energy," Chris says as soon as we get outside, "because this challenge will require complete focus as well as the courage to willingly take a crash course." I got both of those! This challenge won't be bad!
"C-crash course?" Beth squeaked. "Are we going to be used as test dummies like they show in those car commercials?" If it is, I hope there are a lot of pillows to use.
"No..." Chris says slowly. "But you're close..."
Henrietta soon appears and I see her holding this huge box full of helmets and jackets and goggles. Wait a minute...are we going to...?
"Racers, start your engines!" Chris proclaims as he takes out the helmets and throws us each one. I caught mine and it was painted red with a lightning bolt on the front. Sweet!
"We're racing?" Beth asked nervously as she caught her helmet. "Isn't that...dangerous?"
"Everything has been dangerous so far," Courtney said as she raised her nose in the air like a snob. No, everything's been dangerous since you came unto the set, you traitor! Sure, I voted her off in the first season, but not only to cheese Duncan off, but because she totally deserved it! Heather, she didn't deserve to be voted off unfairly, but Courtney did it to cheese me off.
"So each of us is going to having our own sweet ride?" Leshawna asked. "I'm down with that."
"Of course you'll have your own car," Chris said, "because you'll be building it!" He motions over to Henrietta who, along with Chef, dragged over huge crates full of junk. Suddenly, this reminds me of the first episode where my team had to build a jacuzzi. But this time, I'm not going to fail. I can build my own sweet ride! No problem!
"Oh, man..." Leshawna groaned. "Wish Izzy was here...she could build one in no seconds flat." Yeah, I remember that episode in which Lindsey was voted off. She got Heather good, and I was sort of supporting on that...of course, that was long before I had feelings for Heather. But I have to admit, the look on Heather's face after Lindsey totally owned her was priceless and she did kind of deserve it. But she's changed, and though Lindsey might never want her back a semi-BFF, I sure hope the blonde has a few brain cells to realize that Heather is indeed a good person.
Man, the thought of Heather...last night was just awesome. Though, I wish it hadn't ended. The little charade can't go on continuously like how Heather and I snuck out of here to do the town, the guys would get suspicious and Henrietta could seriously damage Geoff with those emetics she stole from her health class. But still, it's awesome she's our messenger. She'll tell me how Heather's doing later, right now, I got a car to build.
My gaze catches my sister and she winks at me, telling me good luck and that I can do it.
With a sister like her, I can do anything.
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Leshawna's POV...
Dang it!
I am no mechanic, alright? Man, all these car parts are hard to put together and how am I suppose to make my own engine? I glance over and see Harold helping out Beth with her car. Hoo, boy! The guy is a whiz at mechanics! Look at him using tools and putting stuff together like it's easy stuff!
I'd call him over and ask for help...but you already know why I can't.
Oh, here comes that VIP watcher...maybe she can help, I mean, that's why she's here, right?
"Yo, Little Red!" I call out.
"Leshawna..." She says in this serious tone. Whoa, man, who put salt in her coffee?
"Hey, think you can lay a hand on this?" I ask as what I had stacked immediately fell apart. "This ain't working out, it's too much for me, and I give up..."
"What a coincidence..." She said as she folds her arms. Why is she giving me this weird, angry look? "Like you and Harold..."
Okay, hang on. Who does she think she is to tell me about my past relationship with white boy? Yes, it didn't work out, yeah, he was too much for me...and sure, I gave up on our thing. But she doesn't have to tell me! Seriously, did Chris let her in here because of her attitude or what?
"Okay, easy, girlfriend..." I'm trying to be calm.
"Girlfriend...something you no longer are to Harold," she said. Okay, she is seriously trying to push me over the edge, huh? "Not that I mind, however...I mean, seeing as he's too white for you and differs greatly-"
"I didn't dump him for being white!" I said angrily. Really, I'm no white-hater! "Maybe for some other things, but definitely not color!"
"I know..." She said. "You dumped him because he's different...because he's not like the other guys...because he shows respect for Heather even though you hate her with a passion."
Seriously, who is this chick? Some crazed fan? "Look, Heather and I went to a bad start and it just went down from there," I said right in her face. "She's evil!"
"Evil?" The girl demanded as she glares at me. Man, her green eyes could break stone. "Did she try to vote him off behind his back? Did she make fun of him about his dead grandma? Did she reject his love and used it against him?"
Okay, she got me.
"If anyone's evil around here, it's you," and she points a finger at me. "And Courtney." True that, Courtney has become a little insane...
"Look, we're coming close to the end here!" I was just blabbing on. I'll say anything to get this chick off my back. "So don't blame us if we sort of are out of character. I mean, a million dollars, come on!"
"Wow, money really is the root of all evil..." The chick says, shaking her head at me.
Okay, I've reached my peak. "What the heck is your problem?"
"Watching Harold suffer for just being him," she shot back. "It was bad enough that butthole Duncan is at him, but you! You hurt him bad!"
Typical fangirl, am I right? "Why do you care so much? I mean, as fans go, you're way over your head." Seriously, I can understand that fans can give heated comments about their favorite characters being pushed around, but this girl is giving me grief.
"If you were someone's sister, wouldn't you care as well?" She said angrily.
Oh, snap...
I just looked at her...and I felt like I just wanted to hide in a corner and never come out. She was Harold's fangirl alright. I couldn't say anything, just stood there. Lucky for me, she turned and walked off.
I'm doomed here, aren't I?
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Chef's POV...
Well, another challenge, another easy buck.
Yeah, I just witnessed the 'conversation' between that Henrietta girl and Leshawna. Man, I thought Courtney had it bad. Leshawna is going to have so much to regret once big sister gets through with her.
Honestly, I respect Henrietta for what she's doing. Defending her little brother...that's very rare to see in this generation. My sister and I were always butting heads, always arguing...but we love each other, no doubt. True to word, Harold needs all the support he can have with the season coming close and soon there will be three left after today.
So here we are now, at some lame racing field that Henrietta and I put together. I'm wearing this cool racing outfit and police shades, holding a flag and waiting for the racers to get ready. Though they aren't Honda material, they're pretty good. Aw, look at Beth's car...it's pink and it has smiley faces all over it. Makes you melt and want to puke at the same time...
I glance over at Courtney and Leshawna, who both shudder as Henrietta passes by them over to her brother. It's funny how scared those two girls are. Got to admit, Harold's sister sure is tough and protective. I watch as she hugs Harold, telling him good luck. Then she plants a playful raspberry kiss on his cheek and Harold laughs and pushes her away. Seriously, they must have a really loving family...
"Racers, get ready!" Chris says as he appears before them right at the starting point. "On your mark..."
Courtney's applying her lipstick...
"Get set..."
Beth checks her shiny teeth in the mirror...
"Go!"
And I wave the flag and they're off. Looks like Courtney took the lead...
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Courtney's POV...
I'm going to win! I'm going to win! I'm going to win!
I'm taking the lead, baby! And the other three are far behind. I'm going to make the final three! I'm going to win the million dollars and no one will get in my way!
"Howdy!" I turn just in time to see Harold wave at me before he zooms past. Oh, heck no...
"Not on my watch!" I said as I hit the gas harder. I am not going to lose to some nerd with an angry sister who makes the Hulk innocent!
I come close behind him and ram my bumper unto his rear.
"Hey!" He shouted.
I don't care anymore if his stupid sister hates me and wants to murder me. She may scare me, but not enough to get me out of my desire to win this season. So maybe I'll suffer afterwards once I totally have her brother crash to his death, but who cares? I can use the million dollars to fix all the broken bones in my body easily.
Screw Harold, screw his sister, I'm going to win this!
"You're going to regret ever messing with me!" I shouted as I rammed harder.
He's so dead.
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Harold's POV...
I'm so dead.
Courtney won't get off me! She keeps hitting me from behind! Gosh, hasn't she heard of 'no tailgating'?
Suddenly, she gets beside me...and hits me on the side, nearly sending me off course.
"Hey!" I shouted.
"I won't let you get in the way!" She screamed as she hits me harder. Now her front tire is joined with mine, and like those old movies, she's trying to squeeze against it to give me a flat tire.
I'm really mad now. I jerk my steering wheel and ram into her side, nearly sending her off her seat.
"Oh, you're so going to regret that!" She shouted as she regained her composure and squeezes against me. Paint is flying and we're burning rubber.
"Get off, you total-CIT-failure!" I shouted.
Her eye twitches. I hit a nerve.
"You're going to regret that!" She shouts as she rams again to my side.
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Beth's POV...
Oh, no, Harold!
Courtney's going to hurt him and Henrietta will be so upset! Yes, Harold told me she's his sister, which is pretty cool. And as a big sister, she loves him very much. Oh, she'll be devastated if something so severe happens to him.
Time to go hero, Beth!
I hit the gas harder and speed past Leshawna and straight toward where Courtney and Harold are. Oh, no, she's going to cut him out! I got to do something!"
WHAM!
"What the-" She turns to me and I wave slyly. I rammed my car behind her, giving Harold time to escape. "Oh, you little-"
"See how you like it!" I shouted as I continued bumping behind her.
Suddenly, I see her smile. And that's not good.
"Well, then..." She says as she reaches into her seat. "All that ramming must be making you hungry...?" Huh? Hungry? It's making me angry and more determined! "How about having a snack with some...CONDIMENTS?" She yelled out as she took out a ketchup and mustard bottle and shot out.
"My eyes!" I screamed as the burning liquid got through my glasses and hit my pupils. It burned! It hurts so bad!
"Hope you can 'ketchup'!" She laughs at her lame joke before zooming off.
I release my hands from the steering wheel to try and rub it off. Wait, I shouldn't have done that! I could get-
CRASH!
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Harold's POV...
"Beth!" I cried out as I turned my head just in time to witness Courtney's evil deed.
Beth's car got off course and she crashed into a few trash bins before hitting a prop lightpole. Oh, man, her car is totaled! But luckily I installed that airbag for her. Whoo, she's okay!
What she did for me was noble, and I will return the favor. Now.
"You jerk!" I shouted at Courtney as soon as she was bumper-to-bumper with me. "You could've killed her!"
"Oh, wah..." She says sarcastically before ramming into my side.
I grunted as I gripped my steering wheel before ramming her back. The finish line was near...
"Out of my way, nerd!" She shouted as she hit the gas harder.
"In your dreams!" I shouted as I hit my gas as well. She used condiments against my friend...let's see how she likes it when I use..."Eat green gelatin, man!"
And I take out Chef's paintball gun that he used from that alien episode and shot at her. Instead of paint, I filled it with green gelatin I had mixed this morning before the challenge started. I had a feeling I would use it.
"Eww, no!" She cried as the green globs cover up her uniform before some end up in her hair as well as her face. "Oh, this is disgusting!" She was just screaming her head off. It's pretty funny for someone who has a fear if green gelatin. I believe it's delicious, and sure beats red gelatin.
"That's for Heather!" I have avenged my love.
She quickly wipes her face before glaring at me...
...then she jumps from her vehicle and lands in mine.
"I'll kill you!" She shouted as she grabs my head in a half Nelson and tries to choke the life out of me. "If I'm going down, you're going down with me!"
"Let go!" I shout as I try to break free of her grasp.
"Oh, I know you can't fight me..." She sneered, her grip loosening a bit to whisper harsh words in my ear. "You can't hit a girl!"
Some things change...
PUNCH!
Yeah, I punched her. Harder than I punched Duncan.
Courtney stumbled back against the side of the car, feeling dizzy from the impact of my fist. Her nose was bleeding pretty bad...Never in my life did I think I would ever hit a girl. But Courtney-
"I assume you probably are a a transgender..." I say with a satisfied smirk. Yeah, I'll probably regret having ever punched Courtney, but for the time being I'm going to enjoy the moment.
She flashes her eyes at me, teeth baring and nose bleeding. That blood running down the side of her face made her almost seem like some monstrous beast. Wait, she already is one...
"You little, son of a-" But before she could say anything and reach to grab me, her eyes suddenly bug out and she shrieks.
I was confused, but I didn't have time to wonder as Courtney just tumbled backward and fell of my car. I watched her body roll off to the side of the track. She's not dead, unfortunately...She's just dazed, confused, and a little bit on the shocked side.
Whatever happened to her, I thank the Heavens.
And I'm even more thankful because I just cross the finish line!
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Henrietta's POV...
I smiled as I emerged from the bushes. I looked down at Courtney who's still a bit fazed out and her eyes still wide open.
I gaze at the suction cap that is behind her head, which sent a major jolt into her earlier...
...and I gaze down at the taser in my hands. I knew this new gadget would help a lot.
"No one messes with my brother..." I said. I looked up just in time to see my brother emerge from his vehicle, rooting himself victorious. I smile, happy for him.
You're going to win this season, bro.
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Harold's POV...
I gaze over at Beth, who's rubbing at her sore arm. The crash was horrible, but luckily she didn't get any broken bones and all her teeth were still there.
What Courtney did to her was cruel...and what I did was totally, epically awesome!
We're all sitting around awaiting who will get voted off. I hope it's Courtney...but being Chris, maybe there's a twist?
I hope there's no twist or the guy's going to be seeing stars once I get through with him if he has me voted off. I glance over at my sister, who sits atop the stage and she winks at me. It was just a few moments ago it was because of her I totally owned that race. Something tells me she's going to be keeping the taser...
"Hello, where are you, Chris?" Courtney shouts as she rubs her head from the impact earlier. There's a huge bandage over her nose, making her look like Pinocchio. "Can we hurry this up and get Harold out of here already?" She glares at me. I glare back. She should have seen it coming...well, maybe she couldn't. I, myself, didn't really think before I punched her; all I was thinking about was getting her off me and wanting to avenge Heather.
I totally avenged Heather.
"Okay, I'll speed it up!" Chris shouts out in annoyance as he comes over to us in a bathrobe and shower cap. "I got a warm bath waiting for me!"
Quickly he hands out the Gilded Chrises...
One for Beth...
One for Leshawna...
And one for me!
"Awesome!" I shouted as I held my award close as if it were some fuzzy teddy bear.
"What?" Courtney screeches as she jumps from her seat. She glares at me. "I'm out?"
"Seems like it," Chris says as he smirks. "Now excuse me, my bath awaits."
"You can't do this to me!" She shouts as Chris walks off, totally ignoring her and smiling. "I've come this far! I'm a winner! I. AM. A. WINNER!"
WHACK!
I gazed at Henrietta as she held my Gilded Chris...looking down at a now unconscious Courtney on the floor.
"Is...is she dead?" Beth asked worriedly as we all gazed down at Courtney's body lying on the floor.
Henrietta just smiles as she hands me back my award. "Unfortunately, no..." She leans toward me. "By the way, the message Heather wanted me to send you: She says she loves you." Ditto, man. This day has been awesome.
And both my sister and I took the honor of hauling Courtney's body and throwing her into the lame-o-sine before she was driven off.
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Heather's POV...
Finally, Courtney's out!
I sat from the edge of my bed as me, Sadie, Katie, Trent, and Owen watched the latest episode of TDA. Katie and Sadie were cheering like crazy as they watched Harold and Henrietta throw Courtney's body into the vehicle like some mobster movie and her body was to be sunk into the bottom of the ocean. I dream of that sometimes...
"Wow..." Owen said. "Who would have thought Harold would punch a girl? I mean, it was surprising enough he punched Duncan..."
Yeah, too bad Duncan isn't around the resort right now...He and Goth girl are out making home-made fire bombs. Seriously, since when does Gwen seem interested in delinquency? She's Goth! She's suppose to be all dark and mysterious and stuff!
"It's pretty awesome that Harold's now in the final three..." Trent says as he lightly strums his guitar. "It sucks for us because now Courtney's stuck with us..."
"Oh, yeah..." I sighed. But it's a small price to pay to have the biggest jerk in the show voted off and not get the prize money.
"Oh, no..." Sadie and Katie moan. I know Sadie is especially annoyed with this.
"Come on, we better prepare for the worse," Trent tells us in an unenthusiastic voice as we leave my bedroom and head toward the lobby.
I'm so happy for Harold. He's come so far now, and now he's in the final three. He's overcome obstacles such as having his self-esteem lowered and his feelings hurt, but now he's changed. For the better.
He totally pwned Courtney! I was like really surprised; while I know he would never beat a girl, Courtney is an exception. Maybe he's right about her being transgendered...it's a funny image, really.
Here we are waiting as the vehicle pulls over. But instead of the devil herself coming out and whining about losing the competition, she's wheeled out on a moving bed. Looks like Henrietta knocked her out good, like what I did...
"Oh, wow..." Trent cringed as he looked at the bandaged nose of Courtney.
"Is she dead?" Owen asked nervously.
I roll my eyes. "Unfortunately, no..."
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Bridgette's POV...
Geoff and I are just making out until the sound of wheels interrupted us. I turned around-
"Courtney?" I gasped.
Okay, yeah, I saw the episode, yes, I was beyond words when I saw Courtney knocked out. Twice. I assumed she would have woken up by now. And wow...that nose is a sight to see. I gaze over at Heather, who's smiling, happy Courtney is like this.
"Well, looks like she might as well be in a coma," she said. "Cause' I wouldn't want to be seen on television looking like that!" Wow, I'm starting to see the same Heather from season 1 all over again...
"We're going to bring her to her room," one of the medic guys said as they wheeled her away.
"What happened?" Lindsey said as she stood beside me and Geoff.
"Courtney's here," I said, still worried about her. Look, she may have changed for the worse, but she's still my friend. I think I might be the only friend she has right now...I already know Lindsey doesn't like her.
"She's here?" She cried. "Aw! But we were having so much fun! Now she's going to be a real party-pooper!"
True that...we're in for heck.
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Lindsey's POV...
Wow, I wonder how Courtney will powder her nose now...
While I was busy working on myself in the mirror, I did watch the episode tonight. It was like...wow...
That redhead girl is Harold's sister? Wow, she's so pretty! But kind of scary...
Speaking of Harold, I was like OMG when he like totally punched Courtney. He hits girls now? I thought he was one of those guys who feared girls to the extent of worrying of screwing things up. Maybe it's love that made him do it...
On my opinion with the HxH thing...I think it's cute. I mean, when he and Leshawna were together, I thought it was cute, adoring the goodbye kiss between them back in season 1. But now here's Harold...with Heidi...I mean, Heather!
I remember all too well how our 'friendship' met a sad end back in season 1...I called her a two-faced, backstabbing, lying little **...
But now...maybe she isn't all those things anymore. She's not my BFF anymore, Beth is. But maybe...maybe we could work something out? We could be shopping buddies, hair-styling buddies, lip-waxing buddies...But buddy buddy...I'm not sure.
I never thought she and Harold would become this thing. But now that I see it...I think I can totally understand it. Maybe it's because both their names start with an H...Oh, yeah! No wonder Chris calls them the H-Bombs! That so makes sense to me now!
I will admit that Heather sure is lucky, thought not as lucky as me since I have Tyrone...or is that Terrence? Todd? Oh, well...
Anyway, I don't want to be mean, but I hope Courtney doesn't wake up until the end of the season. It really hurt when she called me brainless. Look, just because I don't know how to use my brain doesn't mean I don't have one. At least, I think I have one...
I walk to my room and continue fixing my hair, having switched my television from our series to the hairstyling channel. I look at myself in the mirror, then gaze over to a picture I taped on the side.
Me and Beth...BFFs. Best Friends Forever.
Soon, we'll be best French friends as we go to France together. I may not have won the prize money, but that's okay. Daddy will loan me the money anyway. A trip to France is not as pricey as was my sweet 16 birthday...speaking of sweet 16s, Beth's is going to have hers soon! I think I'll throw her an expensive party!
Well, I'm rooting for Beth...and for Harold.
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Noah's POV...
I glance up from my book as Courtney wheels past me and Cody. Sheesh, put on a mask! That nose could have the thousand ships Helen of Troy launched go the other way.
Seems Harold has finally reached his limit and got back at Courtney...I will admit I'm proud of him. He may be a twit, but he really impressed me tonight.
What impressed me even more is that the new girl is his sister. Basically, I'm both surprised and not surprised. Red hair, green eyes, dorky attitude...I can't really understand why the other guys are attracted to her. I mean, what kind of name is Henrietta? Sounds like some soap brand...
While I find her completely opposite to what the other guys think, I will say that she has quite the personality that of a mom. She dresses like one, too. Of course, she's like a mom. She's a couple of years older and is in college, though, probably not a very good one if it's from around here. Ah, poor, underachieving, minor-career woman...Though she seems old, she's very good to her annoying but nice brother. Brother and sister love...blech, old cheesy movie reference...
Okay, yes, I'm acting like a total butt. But it's my opinion.
And I have yet another opinion as I gaze over at Cody, who's in another one of his fantasies where he's suppose to be some macho man and a few feet taller with perfect teeth. I can tell he's dreaming of the redhead girl who makes Izzy's unruly hair look even more heinous...that or Gwen.
"She's not your type, man," I said as I continued reading. "Go for someone who doesn't look like she could be your aunt..."
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Cody's POV...
Is there any reason why Noah doesn't have a girlfriend?
I just glare at him before I return to my imagination...which is soon taken over by the events of the episode that has happened today.
Dude, Courtney got owned. Bad. Worse then when Heather totally slammed her tray into her.
But her nose isn't so bad. It's swelling, but for some reason it makes Courtney look kind of cute...the way that bulge known as her nose totally compliments her face...the way her messy hair is covering her sweaty forehead...the puffiness of her lips like she's pouting...the way her eyes close when she's-
Okay, back up, Codester.
I may be a ladies' man, but that ain't no ordinary lady!
She's nuts! Though...a cute kind of nuts...okay, I'm losing my touch, aren't I?
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Duncan's POV...
I just got back from a playdate with Gwen and I just heard that my girlfriend's back. Geoff and Bridgette told me that she's at some half-dead state.
And that Harold was half-responsible for it.
I didn't see the stupid new episode, and I don't really care. I do care, however, of what Harold did. Oh, he punched my girl...I'm going to murder that dude...Courtney's in her room right now. I decided to pop in and see how she's doing as I walk down the hall toward her room.
Hello...I turn around just in time to see the redhead chick known as Henrietta walk past me, heading toward the lobby. Oh, dude, she could melt a popsicle...
"Hey, Henrietta..." I greet as I stroll beside her.
"Oh, Duncan..." She rolls her eyes as she quickens her pace. She can't get rid of me that easily...
"So VIP, huh?" I asked. "Pretty lucky, am I right? I don't let just any girl near me..."
She throws me this look of annoyance before trying to get away from me.
"Hey, come on," I said playfully. "Don't be like that. Hey, you want an autograph?" She stops and turns to look at me. Hmm...I think I'm getting somewhere. "Or would you prefer a kiss?" I winked at her.
SLAP!
Okay, dude, that hurt like heck...
"What the-" I cried as I rubbed my cheek. I glanced at her. She was fuming and trying to keep her angry breathing under control.
"Do you listen to yourself?" She demanded. Dude, she's a tough chick. I like that...
"I've seen myself quite a lot in the WANTED posters as well," I said, folding my arms. Seriously, this chick almost reminds me of how Courtney and I started out back in season 1. Only this chick was even more annoyed and was willing to fight fire with fire. That's pretty hot, man.
"Oh, you are incorrigible!" She tells me. I have no idea what incorrigible means, but I bet she's saying I'm hot.
"And you're irresistible," I shot back with as much smoothness as I can muster. "Though a bit on the crazy side..."
"Oh, buck off!" She shot back.
"Wow, someone's in a mood," I said with a raised eyebrow. "Seriously, what the heck is you problem, babe?"
"Don't you call me babe!" She said. "And the problem is you!" And she points at me as if she already knew of a crime I just made. "And the way you treat Harold!"
Harold? This is all about Harold? Seriously, is this chick blind or is she not that picky? Either way, she has weird taste...
"What about the way I treat Harold?" I asked, not giving a care. "I treat him the way I treat all nerds."
"He's not just a nerd, you stupid moron!" She shouted. "He's nice, he's sweet, he's everything you're not!"
Okay, that really bummed me out. What chick wants nice and sweet over bad and rebellious anymore?
"What generation were you born from, Little Red Biting Mood?" I asked, glaring at her.
"The same generation as Harold's!"
"What's Harold got to do with any of this?" I demanded. She some crazed fangirl of his or something? If so, gross...
"I'm his sister, idiot."
Oh, wow...I'm like...I'm like totally messed up right now. Is she for real? I mean...
Before I could stop myself, the first words to come out of my mouth were, "Harold's adopted?"
WHACK!
Oh...oh...she got me in the skulls, man!
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Owen's POV...
Oh, man! I'd hate to be Duncan right now as I watched him drop to his knees after Henrietta just kicked him in the kiwis.
But really, I'm happy for the girl. Duncan so needed that. And he totally needs to stop flirting with Henrietta. He doesn't deserve her.
But, I'll play hero. I walk beside Henrietta and stare at Duncan suffering once again. I glance back at the fuming redhead. Man, she is pissed out of her mind!
"Um, you seem tensed right now..." I'm trying to do both a favor. "Come on, maybe a nice, friendly stroll and chat will help you out..."
And I link my arm around Henrietta's, and that seemed to calm her a bit as she smiles tiredly at me. I smile back before I take her away. I glance back at Duncan. Man, poor dude...He might not have kids. Of course, maybe not having kids is a good idea...
"Thanks, big guy," Henrietta tells me as her arm tightens to mine, and I can't control my blush.
Man, thank goodness Izzy is out hunting right now!
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Trent's POV...
I'm sitting on my bed and strum my guitar, waiting for Henrietta arrive so she could hear me play.
I'm kind of nervous and don't know why...maybe because I haven't played to anyone in a while since, well, since Gwen and I...yeah...
There's a knock on the door. "It's open," I called.
"Hey, Trent." My eyes go big as I see the friendly redhead pop into my room, arm-in-arm with Owen.
"Oh, hey..." I greet. "Um, still want to listen to me play?"
"She's all yours, man!" Owen replied as he pushes her toward me before exiting out the door. I saw him wink before he left. Thanks, man. You're an awesome bud.
"So..." Henrietta began as she sits next to me. "Let me hear you play."
"Um, um, sure..." Why am I so nervous like some idiot? I nearly stumble on a few strings before I get the sound just right.
Okay, here it goes...
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Henrietta's POV...
Wow, the sound is so beautiful, and I haven't even heard him sing yet...
Trent clears his throat. Then he sings...
Everytime I think I'm closer to the heart
Of what it means to know just who I am
The words...they were just so mesmerizing. And he didn't even write this song. But yet, he can sing and play it better than the person who wrote this.
I think I've finally found a better place to start
But no one ever seems to understand
Wow...somehow, this song seems to relate to him. I can't see why, I mean, this isn't a breakup song.
I need to try to get to where you are
Could it be, you're not that far
Oh, boy...that sounded...that sounded like wow...
You're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta find you
He looks at me as he continues playing. Is he looking at me just like he would do to an audience, or is he...? Nah...
You're the missing piece I need, the song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
His fingers were like magic as they made the acoustic so much more soft and pleasing. And his voice dropped gracefully as he gave his conclusion.
Oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
The song was finished. And Trent smiled at me. "So, what do you think?"
Words couldn't describe how awesome that was. That was just so...so...
"Beautiful," I said. It's all I could say.
"Thanks..." He said. Suddenly, his eyes locked with mine. And we were like staring what seemed like forever. It gave me time to see what a nice shade of green his eyes were. I've never met a boy who has green eyes outside our family. Guys with green eyes is pretty rare.
Trent was a rare guy indeed.
I hadn't realize how close I was to him. I could almost-
"I...uh..." I stuttered as I slowly backed away. "Um..."
"Something wrong?" He asked.
"No...I mean..yes...I mean...I don't know!" I stumbled to the floor. I quickly got up. "Um, I need to run!" I nearly tripped as I stumbled toward the door. Oh, man, I feel like an idiot! Before I reached the knob, I slowly turned back to Trent.
He just smiles at me, though a bit confused, he waves. I smile nervously before waving back. I quickly open the door.
And bump into Gwen.
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Gwen's POV...
"Oh, sorry, Gwen!" Henrietta said before she closed Trent's door. What were they doing in there? I know Trent was playing his guitar...
She quickly walks down the hall, and for some reason, I follow her.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, seeing her face flushed.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine!" She says quickly.
"Okay..." I said slowly. I take a deep breath. "Listen, Henrietta..."
"Yeah?" She asked, seeming to calm down.
I don't why I'm saying this. "I just want to let you know that you might need to watch out for Trent..."
"Um, why?" She asked.
I sighed. "Well, you can recall how my relationship started with him...and then it went downhill. His jealousy, his clinginess, his lack of competition..." Why am I saying this? I'm not making Trent look bad, I'm just giving Henrietta a heads up. "I just want to warn you that if you and Trent ever..." Why was it so hard to say the words 'get together'? "You know...and I don't want you to end up in the exact same situation."
Suddenly, her green eyes flashed angrily at me. Her lips curved in an angry pout.
"Are you calling Trent out?" She said in this angry voice.
"What? No!" Really, I'm not trying to diss Trent or anything! "I'm just saying that having a relationship with him might not be as perfect as you'd think-"
"Who says any relationship is perfect?" She demanded. "Couples have their flaws, even, I admit, so could my brother's. But that doesn't stop him from loving Heather for who she was and who she is now." Yeah, I was a bit surprised when I found out she was related to Harold. She narrowed her eyes at me. "Unlike you..."
Oh, no...
"How could you break up with Trent like that?" She pushed. "He was trying to be a good boyfriend. He was trying to help you, and you immediately rejected it and couldn't take it anymore and so just ended it!"
"I was thinking of breaking up with him even before that!" I blurted out. Okay, that didn't go right...
"I knew it..." She said as she glared at me. "I should've known you had a mean streak, Gwen..."
"I do not have a mean streak!" I retorted. I don't sound mean about Trent...am I? "It just couldn't work about because he-"
"Because he's trying to show he loves you no matter what?" She said.
Okay, she had to go there... Suddenly, I have this tightening feeling in my chest. Like she ripped something from me and stomped all over it.
"At least, he used to love you..." She said quietly.
That hurt, alright...Don't remind me of how much we've been through together...how we got to know each other...what things we had in common...our ups and downs...now things completely went down.
I couldn't say anything. I was just so...so...overwhelmed.
Henrietta just turned away from me and walked off. "You may be trying to 'help me out', Gwen..." She said. "But it's really you that needs help."
Somehow, she's right.
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That song Trent sang is called "Gotta Find You" by Joe Jonas, which he sang in the movie Camp Rock. You can find the song in my profile! ;)