Hey guys! Sorry for the late update, but I've been busy with other stuff like drawing, and enjoying summer while I can. So…without further delay, the much wanted Broken Strings chapter! And all shall be revealed…


This sucks. Really sucks. I mean, I know I'm so over him, and I've got someone new, but… I can't help but still feel awful about what went down between us.

No matter. What's done is done.

Speaking of done, I felt the corners of my mouth curl into a tiny smirk as I continued to continue with our plan. Those two would be done by the time we're finished with them.

I blew my bangs out of my face, and gasped when I felt someone grab me from behind. I turned around and looked up at him, and smirked.

"Almost done. By the end of the week, she'll have gained at least ten pounds. Then phase two will-" I explained, before soft familiar lips came crashing down onto mine, catching me off guard. I kissed back, before he pulled back and smirked.

"Do you know how incredibly hot you are when you're scheming?" He murmured, shaking his head.

I rolled my eyes smiling, before finishing off adding the fattening solution into her meal, "Duncan, stop. I need to go make the switch." I chuckled. I unwrapped his arms from around my waist, and stuck my head out the doorway. Coast clear.

I quickly grabbed her plate of food and switched it with the one with the…special ingredient.

"You sure this'll work?" Duncan questioned.

My smirk fell, as I sent him a look. I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the support, ye of little faith. Of course it'll work." I scoffed. I sighed, knowing I'd have to go over the plan once again.

Boys. I swear there's nothing but cobwebs up there.

"This," I said, gesturing to the empty bottle of lard, "is nothing put pure fat, which will result in her weight gain. And because of how bad it is for you, she'll start feeling sick, slow, and sluggish, causing her to mistake it as morning sickness. Once she starts to question if she's pregnant, I'll start the next part of our plan. Giving her the prank test. Once she finds out she's "pregnant", they'll be SO splitsville!"

"I dunno… Courtney is miss rule book, remember?"

"Psh more like miss Heather clone, she's horrible and awful and evil and-"

"I get it." Duncan growled, through clenched teeth. I raised an eyebrow, but decided not to pursue anything.

The dining hall had erupted into chatter and laughter, replacing the once sickening yet somewhat serene silence. I turned around, and stood up on my tiptoes and peered through the porthole. Just barely able to get my eyesight high enough to see.

My eyes narrowed when I saw them. Ugh, just eating and smiling at each other like lovesick fools. Disgusting! I smirked, while she continued to eat her… Heh, meal.

"That's right bitch. Eat it all up so you can get even more of a fat ass." I snickered, before laughing a bit louder when she gagged a bit.

Trent, the timeless romantic he is, sent his puppy dog beautiful turtle green eyes of concern at her. She smiled back, making me scowl. They then went into a conversation, which ended in laughter and Courtney kissing his cheek.

My scowl then became a glare. Who does she think she is! She has no right to just…just… Put her manicured little paws all over him!

He is-was, mine.

But I ended it.

What's done is done.

"Uh, hello, earth to Gwen." Duncan said, making me tear my gaze away from the porthole to him.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Courtney and Trent have finished eating and have left. Let's go." I replied, walking out of the closet and running out of the dining hall before anyone could notice where I was.


I caught my breath, and looked out the door, and saw Courtney and Trent hug before going separate ways. I smirked, before pulling Courtney's PDA out of my pocket. Yeah, the one I pocketed a few weeks ago when I visited Trent.

After finishing reading what she wrote about everyone else, I had finally read her opinion on Duncan, Trent, and me.

Gwen; Goth, snappy, cynical, mean, boyfriend stealer-I chuckled at that one-stupid, good competitor, lack of curves- I frowned at that one- and bad fashion sense. Status: Hate.

Duncan: Neanderthal, dumb, charming, has his moments although they are rare, good kisser-oh yes Courtney, he definitely is-idiot, cheater, liar, rockin' bod-hell yes-kissing him makes me feel as if I'm kissing a tackle box, strong, and a jerk. Status: Hate.

Trent: Sweet, romantic, cliché, pathetic loser-by choice!, Gwen's ex, musically talented, cute, pretty good kisser, pretty eyes, hates mimes, good build, stutters when nervous, athletic, and has an adorable laugh. Status: Love?

When I saw that status for the fist time, I felt incredibly…

Jealous?

NO! And who the hell are you?

You of course,

That's…weird. And why are you here?

To prevent you from fucking up our life,

Wait a second- OUR life?

Gwen, I'm you. It's my life too. You're just the one living it.

I make no sense.

Don't blame me, blame yourself,

I thought you were me!

I'm your conscience. Speaking of which, you and I BOTH know this is wrong.

The hell? It's not wrong, it's simply doing-

Something not right to get 'even'. Which is wrong! What did Courtney ever do to you!

…You're joking.

Fine. Let me rephrase that; What did Trent ever do to you?

…Date that witch?

Because he likes her, and you broke his heart, and Courtney and Trent are perfect together.

They are not! Duncan and Courtney were perfect together!

But you just had to go and ruin it, didn't you. What's done is done.

I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair. I guess my inner self is right. But there's no going back now. I smirked as I jammed Courtney's PDA back into my pocket, and headed back to my room.

What's done is done.


Duncan and I chuckled as we raced to the lobby, and I froze. My face lightened up as I dragged Duncan behind a wall and spied on them.

"What the hell?" Duncan asked, before I held up my hand shushing him. My smile widened, then dropped when Trent escorted Courtney towards the restrooms.

Duncan growled at the sight, and he turned and scowled at me.

"You said this was going to work! That they'd be 'splitsville'" He scoffed.

I rolled my eyes before scowling back at him. "Don't get your panties in a twist, she just hasn't taken the test yet!"

Duncan sighed, and stared off after them. He shook his head. "She's too smart for this; I knew it wasn't going to work!"

Ugh! Enough with the criticism, this is getting to be more than annoying. "DUNCAN! Shut! Up!" I hissed.

"That was a lame comeback." He snorted.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "The stress is just making me less focused on my excellent witty remarks, that's all." I pouted. More like my stupid conscience has been making my living hell even more of a living hell.

Duncan's expression softened, and he sighed again as he wrapped an arm around my waist and wrapped the other around my shoulders. He spun me around so I would face him.

"As much as I love Princess…I still got a lotta room for my gothic Princess." He smiled.

I smiled back, before smirking. "But, our top priority right now is breaking them up!" I instructed, slamming a fist into the palm of my hand.

"For breaking our hearts."

I smirked and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know you were deep…"

Duncan shrugged. "Me neither." He chuckled.

I looked back to the lobby, and saw Trent and Courtney returning from the bathroom. I yanked Duncan back behind the wall. "Shut up, I need to listen." I mumbled, pressing my ear against the wall. I couldn't hear a thing, so I poked my head slightly out in the open so their words would become more audible.

"Sheesh woman, not even Court is this demanding." Duncan scoffed.

"And that's why you like me." I smirked.

He smirked back and hugged me from behind, and leaned in close to my ear. "Hell yes…you make a lot more fun in bed." He whispered huskily, making me giggle like an idiot.

My stomach suddenly felt kind of…weird. It made me feel bad.

You should feel bad!

Ugh…Fine. This wrong, and mean, and selfish, blah blah blah can I go now?

Whatever. Fine. Ruin Courtney and Trent's love life even more.

Uh, that was the entire plan? I finished arguing with myself-which is really lame and dumb-and sighed. Okay, I guess I do feel a bit guilty… "I just wish Trent and…even Courtney weren't hurt, y'know?"

"Ah…First timers guilt." Duncan remarked, draping an arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry, it'll pass."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, before trying to listen in on Trent and Courtney.

"…force of habit from….you know." Courtney said.

"Oh." Trent replied. I glared when I saw him wrap his arms around her from behind and rest his chin on her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll be there for you."

Courtney leaned her head against his, and I scoffed.

Duncan sighed in disgust, obviously thinking the same thing I was. "It's sickening."

"I know right? Totally gag worthy." I agreed.

"Wanna go make out?" He smirked. I sighed and rolled my eyes, before walking off to get ready for the next step.

"You know you want to!" Duncan called after me.


After changing, and adding the final touches, I waited for Duncan to text me with the signal. I paced, the butterflies in my stomach making it very hard to concentrate on the task at hand. With my stupid conscience bitching at me, it's making it even more difficult to concentrate! I sighed and adjusted the stupid hat I was wearing to hide my hair and the dumb glasses were making it hard to see! When my cellphone went off full blast, I jumped.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn

But it's all right because I like the way it hurts.

Just gonna stand there and watch me cry

But it's all right because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie.

I quickly answered the text.

Princess is crying and Elvis is calming her down, I think she confessed. You better get your sweet ass down to the gift shop before it's too late.

-Duncan

K.

-Me

I grabbed my room key, the test, and dashed out of my room and locked the door behind me. I fast walked down the hall, and to the elevator. Once it reached the lobby, I ran into the gift shop.

Ugh, just my luck, someone's at the cash. I groaned, then plastered on a fake smile as I walked to the counter with the test behind my back.

"Uhm hi, I…" I greeted awkwardly.

"Oh my god, you're Gwen from Total Drama, right?" She exclaimed.

"Yeah!"

The cashier glared at me. "I HATE her." She spat.

I frowned, and then I glared at her. "Listen you little-"

"No, YOU listen! I'm sick of your 'Oh I'm so cool and I'm a goth woe is me!' act. I-"

Ugh! I don't have time for this! I looked around, then thought up a distraction. "Uh, Chris McLean was looking for you in the basement uh…" I said, squinting. I lifted up my glasses and read her name tag. "Lori."

"Really!" She gasped.

"Yeah! But you gotta leave, right now!"

"But I can't just leave the shop…"

"I-I'll watch it for you!"

"Eeeeeeii! Thanks goth girl!" She squealed, before running off like the annoying fan girl she is. I dashed behind the counter, and put one of those employee aprons over my head, and grabbed a name tag. 'Brianna'. Huh. Not bad, but not completely horrible.

About a minute later, I saw Trent come in the store shaking and breathing heavily. I furrowed my brow at how scared he was… He looked so…not like himself…

Feeling guilty yet?

Shut up! No need to rub it in!

Trent nervously greeted me, and was barely able to hold his wallet still enough to take out some money…Oh I longed to just wrap him in his arms and tell him everything would be okay, and tell him to forget cut-throat Courtney…But I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I'm weak.

"Bonjourno…" I said, with my best French accent. Trent eyed me weirdly, but didn't pursue anything. "Uh wha can I get you monsieur?"

"P-pregnancy test." He squeaked.

"R-really!" I exclaimed, smiling and forgetting about the accent. I cleared my throat and spoke with it again. "I-I… Ahem, ouais… Coming right up!" I ducked behind the counter, grabbed the test, and handed it to him.

"Thanks." He said as he shakily handing me the cash. I smirked while he bolted out of here.

"No, thank you." I murmured. My smirk fell into a frown. "I feel evil…" I remarked, while my conscience erupted into frantic 'I told you so's.

"I blame corporate America." I said, glaring at nothing in particular, before walking off and back to my room.


After changing out of my 'disguise' I walked up to the guys floor to meet with Duncan. He sighed, and walked over to me.

"The deed has been done…" I said. I hugged him and buried my face in his chest. "This feels so wrong…" I whispered.

"What, Gwen?" He asked concerned.

"I dunno…I feel…awful for this."

"Yeah…well join the club."

"Duncan? Actually feeling BAD?" I gasped, feigning shock.

Duncan chuckled and smirked, before forcing it into a frown. "I do feel bad, actually."

We both sighed in unison, and our moment of self-pity was interrupted by the sound of crying.

"This is all YOUR fault!" I heard Courtney scream. I furrowed my brow, as her sobs became louder. She hastily opened the door to Trent's room, and zoomed past us crying pretty hard. I actually felt bad now, really bad… And not in a good way.

I turned and faced Trent's room, and saw him sadly get up, and shut the door.

If I felt really bad before, right now…

I felt despicable.

But it's too late now.

What's done is done.


Dun dun DUUUN! As I said before, all has been revealed. BUT IN A DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW! It was a real challenge to write in Gwen's point of view trying to connect all of the events of the previous chapter and some from before. It seems we have finally found out where Courtney's PDA has been this whole time, and also that Trent's fear of her not loving him back may be false. Please review! They make me update faster! I will try update soon!