A/N: This is a pretty long chapter. But it's also one of my favorites.

Well, I spotted Trent leaning on a maple tree by the outskirts of the forest that served as the eastern wall of the set. I was about to finally break up with him when I felt nervous. Instead, I sat outside of the guy's trailer until I decided to actually do this.

All the while, Duncan was walking up to the trailer.

Once he saw me, he asked, "Um, do you want to come inside?"

I looked up and said, "Sure."

Once inside, I sat down on his bunk (I could tell by the skull carving on one of the supports) as he sat next to me. I looked at him and said, "I really don't know how to break up with him. I need a REALLY good excuse."

"Clearly the stress of not being on the same team is stressful." He said. "If you deal with it anymore, it'll take a toll on your relationship and mental health."

I looked at him. Was he a psychologist or something?

"Where did you get that?" I asked.

"Gwen, truthfully, I have no idea where I come up with this bullshit." He came out.

I smiled. Typical, typical.

I laughed and as I did so, my hand slowly slid underneath his pillow. I felt some paper. I pulled it out to find a picture of Courtney. During a 2008 School President election. I looked at him and asked, "You have a picture of Courtney under your pillow. Really."

He shrugged and asked, "Did you happen to see the back?"

I turned it to the back to see a list of insults written on the back of her. And about she abandoned people for a simple buck, how she was a bitch, etc.

"Wow. Just…wow." I smirked.

"I used to think she was amazing." He grinned. "She was absolutely everything."

I scooted closer to him. The last thing I wanted him to do was to think he loved Courtney and abandon me. I highly doubted it, but anything could happen. He was a piñata full of surprises.

"Really?" I asked.

"I think I just loved the fact she followed me on everything." He smiled. "You know what I mean? We robbed the mess hall together, went for the million together…and then that bitch abandoned me for the money."

He laid down on his back. I put my head on his chest and said, "She's not worth it."

I then paused and quietly asked, "What do you think of me?"

He grinned and simply went, "Hm."

"What does that mean?" I raised an eyebrow in curiosity. I didn't know if that was a good "hm" or a bad "hm".

"Well…" he thought for a minute. "You're smart, beautiful, amazingly talented...truthfully, I could go on for hours."

I held him tighter.

"You're daring, charming, clever…and I could go on for hours, too." I said.

Suddenly, I heard the doorknob rattle.

"Oh, shit!" I shrieked. Duncan immediately ran up to the door, locked it, and exclaimed, "Who is it?"

"Harold," the person on the other side of the door answered.

"Harold, do you have a ballpoint pen?" Duncan awkwardly asked. I looked at him with a bewildered expression on my face. He turned and shrugged. He pleaned in towards me and whispered, "Babe, play along."

I nodded, jumped up, and opened the door.

"Hi," I said. "I've been looking everywhere for a ballpoint pen."

He was skeptical. Crap.

"Uh…sorry, I don't have one?" he said back.

"Oh, that sucks." I fake-sighed. I turned back and said, "See you two."

I walked out of the trailer towards Trent. He walked up to me and said, "I know you weren't there today, but Heather's performance spoke to me today."

I looked up at him and went, "M-hm?"

"I've loved…I've lost…but the one thing I want most is my darling goat, Gwen."

What the fuck?

"Um…Trent…I have to talk to you about something." I looked down at the ground, and back up again. "I don't think we should be together anymore. The stress of being on different teams has gotten to me. We can't see each other. I'm sorry."

He began tearing up. "I get it…I'm sorry it didn't work out."

"It's not you…or even me. It's this damned show. But for now, I'd rather be single."

"Okay. It's fine. I'll see you around."

I rushed away, but realized that the cold chain that usually hung on my neck wasn't there anymore.

My necklace was gone. Again. I knew I went in the guys' trailer with it, but its location perplexed me. I walked up to the trailer and pounded on the door. Nobody answered. I rushed over to the side and peeked through the window. There was nobody in there. I decided to just wait in my trailer.

I walked over the girls' trailer. I got on my top bunk, and dropped my head on the pillow. I felt something crumble underneath.

I picked up the pillow. Nothing was there. I reached inside the pillowcase to find an envelope. I tilted my head, wondering at what it was. I opened it, and read what was inside:

"Gwens.

Hi. Guess who.

Okay, there's a dirt path behind the Mess Hall. There will be multiple intersections: go left, right, right, left, and you will come up to an 8x6' patch of green grass surrounded by white flowers.

How I find this shit, I really don't know. Come by at around ten.

Love you.

Duncan.

Oh, and get a better chain on your necklace."

I giggled and checked the time. It was five. We were eating in ten minutes. Not until I pulled my necklace out of the envelope. I held it to my chest and sighed dreamily. Like a love-struck idiot.

I put the envelope and necklace in my suitcase and sprinted to the Mess Hall. I rushed up to Duncan who just got in line.

"Hi," I greeted him.

"Hi," he replied. "You left your necklace at the trailer…so I returned it. Did you get it?"

"Mm-hm." I nodded. "Thanks. The note was nice too."

"Oh, it was nothing." He looked up at Chef, who reluctantly dropped a very rare flank steak on his tray and a handful of fries.

"Can you cook this more? Like, medium-well?" Duncan crossed his arms and handed the tray back.

Chef pushed it towards him and said, "Just take the goddamned steak."

Duncan narrowed his eyes and took the steak.

I went up and said, "Don't worry, I like it rare."

He gave me the steak and fries. I sat next to Duncan and grinned. He just pointed to Trent.

Trent's face was buried in his hands. I had a look of guilt on my face, but instead, I began eating my steak. Duncan looked at me and said, "Do you want to trade your fries for my steak?"

I wasn't really planning on eating them. And, surprisingly, the steak was pretty good.

"Sure, sounds good." I said. He stabbed his steak with his fork and dropped it on my plate. I brushed my fries on his plate.

"So…" I said. I looked around to see if anyone was listening in. Nobody was. I whispered, "…does that place look as beautiful as it sounds?"

"It's unique…" he started. He then said quickly, "…in a good way!"

"Cool." I nodded. I looked over at Trent. "I feel bad. He looks so disheartened."

"Don't feel bad, Gwens. He'll be over it soon." Duncan grinned.

I did feel better. I had Duncan now. I still felt a little guilty, but not as.

After finishing my two steaks and after he finished his huge plate of fries, we walked back to the trailer. It was five forty-five. The Killer Grips' ceremony started at six. The team began chatting, occasionally glancing over at Trent, Izzy, or Beth.

The outcome of the elimination was unclear. So, I listened to my iPod and occasionally chatted with LeShawna or Duncan until eight.

At that point, I just laid in bed waiting for ten.