She went into her room to shower, and instantly ignored the other 4. She came out of the washroom in her robe, and changed into a robe that was given to her. Heather was still angry from his betrayal, and being the 5th eliminated is the worst feeling ever, "Ugh, this is my worst season."
The doorbell rang, and she ran to open it, only to see a bunch of her suitcases, and an intern, "Here are your suitcases that we delivered after you took the Flush," before turning around to leave.
Heather brought in the bags, and as soon as she opened one of them, the journal that she stole from Alejandro was the first thing that she saw. She picked up the book, and was debating with herself, "Should I read his diary? When he realizes that it is gone, it will be too late." It was wrong to go through someone's privacy, but she soon ignored it, "It is me. I read Gwen's diary aloud. I can definitely read his diary to myself."
She quickly opened up his diary, and skipped to the most recent diary entry, which was from yesterday, "It sucks that I feel bad for having to get rid of her soon, but I know that if I do not get rid of her soon, she will get rid of me. It is weird that I actually feel less lonely when she is around. The easiest person to speak to. Well, I am not in the competition to socialize or to make love to someone. I am used to loneliness anyways."
He woke up after a bad dream to do his daily ritual of writing in his journal (refuses to call it a diary), and he got up to go into his suitcase, only to realize it is missing, "Oh no. Where is my journal? I am SURE I packed it into my suitcase." Alejandro went through his suitcase, with more impatience as each second went on, throwing his clothes out of the bag.
Cameron and Scott soon woke up to Alejandro's rumblings, which pissed Scott off especially, "Holy shit Fakeajandro. I have not been able to sleep on a proper bed for ALMOST A WEEK from being on Boney Island, and the LAST THING I need is to be awoken up early by you."
Alejandro continued to ignore Scott's complaining, as he continued to look for his diary, only to find nothing, "Have any of you seen my dia... I mean... journal?"
"Sorry Alejandro, no I have not," Cameron responded.
The redhead growled, "Like I have any interest in anyone's pansy diaries. That is something that Heather would do."
That comment brought him right back to the lovely woman he eliminated the night before, and their encounter when all of their luggage fell out when they were leaving the spa hotel. It all makes sense, "Ugh, Heather. That reina devil took my journal. Even when she is gone she tortures me. She does not need to read all of my personal issues. Whatever, I have other nightmares to deal with."
"Ugh, I really do not want to speak to any of you," grumbled Heather, as she is forced to sit in the master dining room at Playa de Losers. She drank some of her water, clearly very bitter. "I cannot believe I had a dream about that jerk," she unconsciously spoke aloud, only for Lindsay, Jo, Lightning, and Sam to give her a weird look.
Lindsay drank her tea, and her entire face gleamed, knowing that there was a lot of drama and gossip that happened since the 2 episodes since Sam left, "So, we watched the last episode last night, but we all know that there is like... a lot more that happens that is not like... shown on the show. What happened?"
Heather refused to eat her food, before she bluntly answered, "Alejandro offered me a deal, tricked me, and got me out. There is nothing else to it."
Jo smirked at Heather, knowing that she is clearly lying, "I bet he fucked you and left your ass. There is no way in hell you two would have been so comfortable. I DO know that he campaigned to keep you, and to get rid of me, so I am sure that you would not be so mad if he did not fuck you."
"Sha-YEAH. From what the team told Lightning, he would moan you in his sleep. It was sha-obvy that he liked you. Now tell Lightning da real truth about what happened?"
"Whatever. In the episode after Sam left, I pretended to be nice to trick him, and it worked. Something happened, and then we formed an alliance, and he back-stabbed me. Such a dumb move, since he will have no allies left in that game. I am over it. What has been going on here?"
Sam shrugged, as he talked with food in his mouth, "Well, Lindsay and I have been really close. We both started talking about our significant others, and apparently Tyler taught her to play a lot of the video games that I have played, so that is cool. Jo and Lightning have been fighting and working out together as usual."
Heather grabbed her plate, and got up, "Well, if that is it, than I am going to go to the lounge, my room, the jacuzzi, and...anywhere else that is not here," before leaving the table, as she was completely uninterested in speaking to any of them.
Alejandro decided to change into his speedo, and laid on the beech chair, to get a nice tan, "It is about time that my skin gets to the caramel that it was before I had that accident. The lack of vitamin C lightened my skin." His eyes were closed to enjoy the heat of the sun hitting him, only for his thoughts to vary from Heather to his brother. Images of an angry and saddened Heather popped up on his mind, and he instantly shook them off, "Why is that popping up in my head. I should not be thinking about someone who is not in my presence so often," speaking to himself quietly.
He slowly inhaled, closed his eyes. and lent back to let the tan soak in his skin. His older brother, who had lighter and shorter hair, better grooming, and a more muscular body than he did. Images of the brutal beatings that his brother would give him, the publishing of his personal diary at a family dinner, the constant girlfriend stealing, the money stealing, attempts to kill...or at least brutally hurt him, and more popped up in his day dream, and he shook himself to open his eyes, "UUUGGGHHH."
"Dude, are you cool? Do you need a smoke?" asked Duncan, as he started to light a cigarette. He looked at the remaining villains, Gwen, Scott, Courtney, and Cameron playing volleyball, and advised Alejandro, "You might want to do something about those 4, or you are the next one out; that I guarantee you. And you should really stop talking to yourself out loud."
Alejandro turned to his left, and saw that Duncan was smoking right beside him, with the wind blowing to Duncan's left. He got up to scoot his chair from Duncan, complaining, "Can you NOT smoke near me? I actually appreciate my temple of a body, unlike you giving a crap about your body. And I am not worried about my placement on my team..." He looked at his remaining teammates, and a sneer formed on his face from the sudden closeness of all of them, and that he is the outcast.
"I am sure that they are not friends... that... That cannot be possible. Anyways, I would rather be by myself than kiss any of their asses. I have never had to stoop that low, and I will not stoop that low now," he spoke with pride, turning from his teammates. "They are a lot more boring than the Villains who left. It must feel uncomfortable of the girl that you were with for well over a year ditching you for your other ex, who does not even like her."
"Whatever happened between Gwen and I was a bunch of crap, but she does not want it to be mentioned on the show; to clean her fucking "clean rep" that she thinks she has," Duncan complained, before deflecting from his issues. "This ain't about me. There is a lot of talk that you and Heather fucked, which is why you got rid of her. Is that true?"
Alejandro gulped, and turned away, not turning to Duncan and see the blush on his face, "I cannot confirm or deny that."
Heather was in the hot tub in the evening, reading more and more of Alejandro's journal, "This is really juicy. I have to admit." She flipped through the book, and went to a journal entry from a year or two ago; clearly after they recently finished Total Drama World Tour. The Queen Bee read aloud to herself his journal entry, "I've been in physiotherapy for a few weeks, after having those countless surgeries. I am still trying to remember everything that I had to get done. I had surgery on my legs to recover and to fix my muscle tissues, and a few sprains in the bone, third to fourth degree burns, foot surgery to repair my bones, a popped shoulder and elbow, and recovering from a concussion. I believe that they told me that I had at the least 40 surgeries performed on me. It... It STILL does not make sense to me. I offer her the WORLD, and like the bitch that she wants to be, she... she not only rejected... I cannot even write it down. My life as I know it, is pretty much. Us Burromeurtos pride ourselves on our health, and bodies, which she knew of, and she... she ripped that from me. I have never been so... depressed, humiliated, and just... useless in my life."
She dropped the diary on the floor, and started to reevaluate out loud to herself. Her insides started to feel really bad, and her conscience was still bothered by the catastrophe that neither of them really talk about, "Gosh, that... I... I actually feel bad for him. I wish I was in the game, and not here, so I had more to do than to wallow in my thoughts."
An intern walked to her, with a drink in his hand, which he offered to her, "Heather. Would you like a margarita? We had a few left over, and it is never good to waste a glass."
The snob grabbed the drink from the intern, before shooing him off, "Goodbye now." When the intern left, she took a sip of her margarita, liking the tarty and sweet taste, "Maybe this is better than being at Wawanakwa. The stress from the game is done, and I never really got to enjoy being here for more than a few days first season. Prediction, if the Villains lose, than the rock hard Al will be joining me. Do not want that to happen. Don't know if the Wanted Sierra or Duncan will be next if their team loses."
It is the next morning, and Alejandro was returning from a walk, and groaned when he saw all of his other teammates, chilling on their cabin stairs, "Now they`re BFFs now? What a bunch of falsificación."
The Villainous Vultures saw the now walking Alejandro approach them. Scott felt the need to say what everyone on the team was thinking, "Well, well. Wakey wakey, legs a fakey."
"It is truly a miracle my legs finally woke up. Now they can be put to great use for our team," trying to ignore the negativity, and pretend like he was not faking the entire time.
Courtney stated the obvious, "After today, there won`t be any teams."
"What are you talking about?"
"There is only 9 players left. We have to merge soon. And after what you did to Heather, good luck finding an ally, Al," the CIT threatened, as she explained what she meant.
"Who in the hell does this uptight, used up perra think she is? I do not need a reminder how bitter and lonely it has been since Heather left," he thought to himself, after she called him the name the entire viewing audience knows he hates. Instead of lashing out at her, he calmly (but irritatingly) replied, "I`d prefer it if you do not call me that name." It is even worse, since he has been dreaming about his older brother for the past 2 nights.
Scott put down his trash (i.e. food), and walked to him, since he felt like he needed to confront Alejandro, "What`s wrong with the name Al? My sister`s named Al, short for Albertha." He did not even listen to Scott after he continued his ramble, "She`s the county hog caller. SuEE. SuEE."
A pig went to jump on Scott, which shocked all of them, and causing Alejandro to mumble under his breath, "Thank the lord."
Chris soon spoke through the bullhorn, "Good soon to be painful morning everyone. Head to the Chrissiseum pronto. Today`s challenge ain`t going to hurt itself."
Heather, as well as Sam, Jo, Lightning, and Lindsay were forced (by production) to be in the living room to watch the next episode of the season (though it is live), and they saw the contestants walking to the Chrississeum. Jo had to make a snide remark to bug Heather and Lightning, "Mmph. Alejandro is looking soo good today. Those clothes show of those huge guns he has. He has more muscle than anyone to EVER be on the show."
"Shut the heck up Joseph. It is clear that you need glasses, because...SHA BAM," Lightning bragged, as he flexed his muscles, to prove that he is the best, "Lightning is the most toned."
Heather turned to Jo, with a huge glare on her face, "I know what you are trying to do Eva 2.0, and it is not working. We left the show. Stop trying to stir things up."
"SHHHHH. We cannot hear," Sam shushed, as him and Lindsay were in tune with watching the challenge. Apparently, Chris had already explained the challenge, and Scott got beat up by Fang within a minute, causing all of them to laugh, "AHAHAHHA. Those two will never stop. I thought that I was getting tired of this epic battle in ROTI, but I can`t get enough of it."
From the TV, it was shown that Courtney and Gwen rushed to help an injured Scott. Cameron was with the heroes, and Alejandro was rolling his eyes, and giving Scott a dirty look. Heather could not help but smirk and then yell at the TV, "You see. THIS is why you should NOT have eliminated me, you devil."
It was Sierra`s turn to fight, and the person she had to fight, were her pet`s mother. Lindsay noticed that Chef was stepping on something as the wheel was turned, "Don`t you all know that Chef lady person is stepping on a button thingy each time the wheel is turned?"
Jo sneered from Lindsay stating the obvious, "It is clear that Chef is rigging it, so the person the contestant is paired with to fight has a personal connection to them."
All of them were silent, when Sierra tried to fight the mutant`s mother, only to get incessantly pummeled, which Heather laughed at, "AHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA. I am not sorry, but that was hilarious as hell."
Alejandro soon went up to prepare for a battle, which Sam was thrilled about, "I cannot wait for that cheap Alejandro to get his ass kicked. He got saved twice from elimination."
After Scott got pummeled, Alejandro knew that he had something to prove to the team, and that he really needed to avoid elimination, so he volunteered, "I`ll earn us a point." He went to the wheel spinner, and spun it.
The wheel continued to spin, and Courtney "whispered" to Gwen, "I think it`s Heather," only for Gwen to laugh.
Alejandro had a worried look on his face, the last thing that he needed was to see Heather, especially after the way things ended, and in this atmosphere. When the spinner landed on a blue figure that was clearly his brother, he panicked; fighting the one person that is worse than Heather, "NO. IT CAN`T BE!"
A puff of smoke appeared on the boxing ring, and a tall, muscular figure of a Burromeurto in his early to mid 20s, and with short brown hair taking the place of the smoke, causing everyone to gasp, and for Alejandro to hiss angrily, "Jose."
"Ooh DOGGY. Does Al have what it takes to stick up to his bro? Or will family fallout go boom? Find out after the break on Total Drama All-Stars," Chris concluded for the soon as the bell rang to signal that they have stopped filming, Alejandro paced around. That is all he did for the minutes of the break, not paying any attention to, or looking at anyone. Chris went to tap him, and handed him gloves, "It is time for you to battle it out with your brother. Don`t be afraid to spill some juicy family secrets for all of the ratings."
The two brothers were soon in the boxing ring, with Chris chanting until they are filming again, "Break done in 5. 4. 3. 2. and 1."
Jose did not waste any time to mockingly sneer at his younger brother, "Buenos dias Al. You look tired, and in need of exfoliation."
"I exfoliate once a week, and the only thing I'm tired of, is you."
Since Chris was not getting the goods that he needs, he angrily demanded, "ENOUGH with the touchy family reunion. START PUNCHING EACH OTHER."
The brothers that clearly hold a great resentment towards one another soon did that, with Jose sending the first punch. Both of them started fighting, though there were no hits to the face.
At Playa de Losers, they were watching this exact scene, and both Lightning and Jo were laughing, "What SHA-PANSIES and SHA-SISSIES. They are punching like girly girls."
"I have to agree. No uppercuts, and no hits to the face. HAHAHAHAHHA. You chose a nice, manly, protective man who knows hit to f... fight Heather. HAHAHAHAHHAHA, laughed and mocked Jo.
Heather glared at the two of them, and snapped, "SHUT UP," before turning to the TV to see Jose dodging every single one of Alejandro's punches. "Are you serious? Even I have to admit that this is pathetic. Jose is not even as good looking as him."
Sam was tired of them speaking, so he shushed them "Can you guys please be quiet? I cannot hear the TV over your talking and laughing."
They all paid attention to the TV to see Alejandro continuously fail to hit his brother, who only rubbed it in to him, "Your technique is almost as embarrassing as the way your girlfriend with the unattractive personality burned you on national television."
Jo and Lightning continued to laugh, Lindsay and Sam were biting their lip, and Heather's face was froze, thinking, "Was it that obvious to everyone? Why is he so mad? Aww, it is kind of cute seeing him vulnerable. Why am I thinking about this? Why in the hell is he letting this ugly guy get to him."
Lindsay started to get worried when she saw a dark glare from Alejandro, "Uh...what is he doing?"
It was extremely humiliating, having to fight the one person you hated the most, and the one that legit beat you in everything. All of his punches were missed, and his brother had to rub it in, "Your technique is almost as embarrassing as the way your girlfriend with the unattractive personality burned you on national television."
Alejandro immediately grew angry, and his face turned red when he had the nerve to bring up the girl he was overly infatuated with, and that incident. Jose crossed the line this time. He lunged forward to punch him in the abs, "THAT's for calling me Al." He ran behind his brother, and sent him a powerful punch in the back, that sent the older Burromeurto flying, "THAT's for always hogging the bathroom mirror! And replacing my soap with urinal cake!" He punched his brother another time, before spinning his arms in a frantic state, only seeing red, and only seeing destruction, "AND THIS is for calling ANY aspect of Heather unattractive," running to ram Jose with his fists, which sent his older brother flying to the end of the ring, and falling on his face. Jose damn well knew that he was sensitive when it came to Heather overall. An uplifting feeling came over Alejandro, like he conquered the world.
Chris was clearly impressed, "WOAH. The Villains get a point. Now we know how Alejandro really feels about Heather."
"She knew a long time ago how I felt, and it was not like it was a secret," Alejandro verbalized like it was nothing. He looked at his unconscious brother, and smirked, before telling Chris, "I am going to record a confessional, since you refused to let me leave, and there is nothing else for me to do here." He did not wait for Chris to respond, and walked past Courtney, Cameron, and Gwen in a cocky manner, "You three better win this challenge. I just proved that I am the most competent member on our team, and that it is you three who need me."
"You have GOT to be kidding me. They cut off the challenge, so us here at Playa can see these crappy confessionals? They did this with the last episode. I swear they show us the confessionals instead of the rest of the challenge, so we won't know which team wins or loses, and who goes home until someone comes out of the toilet," complained Sam.
Duncan is in his confessional, and Lindsay is awwing, "I am liking hearing Duncan deal with secretly being a good guy. It is so sweet."
The TV screen changed to Alejandro being in the confessional, "I know that many of you are wondering as to why my brother and I were not sending punches to the face," before grabbing his mirror, "It is the family code. Not the face. Never the face. I thought that I was going to have another humiliating loss, but then he mentioned Heather, like I have not been dealing with the aftermath of her beautiful and exhilarating presence being gone. Enough about the brother that I beat." He soon groomed his hair, brushed off his clothing, and gave the husky eyes to the camera, "Heather, I know you're watching. Call me."
The TV screen changed to Zoey ranting about Mike/Mal, and Heather was not even paying attention, biting her lip and blushing the entire time, thinking that she was thinking to herself, only to say aloud, "Mmmph, how hot. Maybe I will reconsider him..."
"Sha-Lightning ain't dumb enough to know that you were gonna end up with him already. Sha-Nothing new," Lightning shrugged off.
A message was sent from the speakers, "May the five of you please head to the Flush of Shame."
The door was unlocked, and they instantly went to the Flush of shame. None of them really made predictions at the moment, but wen they heard noise from the toilet, Lindsay started to cheer, "EEEEEE. I wonder who is coming. I think it is Dave or Casey."
"Duncan and Cameron?" Heather corrected. "All I know is that Alejandro is clearly safe. The way he pummeled his brother impressed everyone."
Sam bitterly retaliated to her comment, "Him being a huge threat might be why he gets the toss right before the merge. He got saved twice, and is lucky that he has not been eliminated yet." He was still very annoyed that Alejandro was not eliminated instead of Sam.
Noise from the toilet was heard, causing all of them to turn to the toilet. Anxiety was filling in the 5 of them, as to see who will be joining them soon. Whines and tears were heard from the hole, and the tall, purple haired girl Sierra splattered on the dock, and left the toilet. The hurt teenager dried her tears, and stood up, "They... they didn't give me a REASON to boot me off. Some... I did not deserve that."
"What happened?" asked Lindsay, as she went to hug and console a saddened, and frustrated Sierra.
The tall woman started to speak without hiccupping, "They... The Villains got to vo... vote off a Hero, and they... they chose me. They did not even give me a proper reason as to why they voted me off... And the H...Heroes got to choose someone to go to Exile, and we chose Alejandro. Heather, he told me to t... tell you to me... meet him on Boney Island during the next two days."
A part of Heather grew butterflies, but another part was minorly disgusted, "Wha...why would he want me to go over there? He thinks I am some desperate woman who will forget what he did, and beg for him just because he defended my honor."
Both Lightning and Jo rolled their eyes, "I am tired of this. I need someone to box. Let's go Muscle Head." The two soon walked off, and they all went their separate ways.