Chyna POV

The next morning, Chyna searched for her enemies. She searched the game room, but only found Steven and Paul.

The cafeteria was filled with strangers and Angus.

The library just had strangers and Olive.

Chyna finally found them at the outdoor pool.

Yes, the hotel had two pools. One indoor, one outdoor.

"What do you want?" Jasmine asked, when she saw Chyna walking towards them.

"I wanted to talk to you." Chyna said.

"About?" Amber asked.

Chyna took a deep breath. "I'm tired of you guys pushing me around. I got twelfth place yesterday, and there were only thirteen contestants."

"Was the guy in thirteenth place, the guy who trained his monkeys to sing?" Molly asked.

"Never mind that… but yes…" Chyna said. She shuddered. Monkeys singing, was just a whole lot of screeching and wailing. Chyna turned to Jasmine. "Look, I've decided that I'll do anything as long as you leave me alone."

Jasmine placed a manicured finger on her chin and thought. "Let us think about it. We must talk to Stella first."

"Fine."

"Fine."

Olive POV

"My blueberry dream pie is complete." Olive announced as Chyna entered the front door.

"Great. When do we get to go to the actual fair?" Angus said, eyeing the pie.

"Another hour. I also baked a cake, and I need Fletcher to decorate it." Olive pulled her cake out of the oven.

Fletcher grinned. "Hand over the icing."

Olive gave him the icing. "I better go change." She ran out of the room.

Chyna POV

Angus stood up. "I have to go look for my biggest fork."

"You brought a big fork?" Chyna asked.

"Get your own." Angus yelled.

"Calm down. I didn't say I wanted to use it."

Angus left the room. Chyna walked into the kitchen. She grabbed a granola bar and peered over Fletcher's shoulder, at the cake.

"That's nice." Chyna said. The cake was frosted white, with swirls of color. It reminded of her of marbles. The white and rainbow ones.

Fletcher smiled at her, and Chyna's heart melted. She remembered her first kiss. Their first kiss.

"Thanks. Frosting and cake are just another form of art." Fletcher replied proudly.

Chyna nodded, not sure what to say after that.

Fletcher POV

The awkward silence was driving Fletcher nuts. He slammed his tube of icing down with a slap.

"Listen Chyna, I can't take all this awkwardness any more. It's driving me crazy. I. Like. You. What's your reaction?"

Chyna just stood there. Fletcher's face turned red with anger.

"Answer me, Chyna." Fletcher's voice softened. "I can take rejection."

Chyna smiled. "Well, you're not going to get rejection because, I like you too." She said it softly, avoiding his eyes.

"That's ok Chyna. I didn't think you'd like- wait what?"

"I said I like you too."

It was Fletcher's turn to stand there, dumbfounded.

Chyna gave Fletcher an awkward hug and kissed his cheek. He just stood there, blushing.

"I need to go get ready so, see ya." Chyna gave a small smile, her face also red, and walked into her room and plopped down on Olive's bed.

Olive looked at Chyna's flushed face curiously.

Olive POV

Olive could not believe that Fletcher had admitted his feelings for Chyna.

Well, it had always been obvious he had a crush. The whole school knew that Fletcher was Chyna obsessed, but he had never strait out said it to her face. Normally, he just ran away.

It wasn't like him. Fletcher was the quiet, shy, stupid one.

Olive congratulated her friend, but couldn't help feel jealous. Not jealous of Fletcher, of course.

She was jealous of how Chyna had a fairytale ending but she didn't.

Chyna sighed, a smile playing on her lips.

Olive stood up. "We should really get going."

Chyna also got up. "Yeah, let's go."

The two girls collected the boys and walked to the fair.

"Oh my gosh! I smell sausages!" Angus cried. He ran towards one of the booths.

Fletcher sniffed the air. "I don't smell sausages."

"I smell a lot of things, but not sausages." Chyna said.

"The map says the sausage stand is all the way on the other side of this fair." Olive told the others.

"How do you know? You're not holding a map." Fletcher said.

Olive just stared at him. "Hello, photographic memory. So stupid…" Olive muttered the last part under her breath.

Fletcher still heard her. "Hey!"

Chyna shot Olive a look.

"Anyways, the pie contest is first, so we should head that way." Olive said.

The kids headed towards the pie booth. Olive could smell wonderful smells coming from the booths. People were bustling around getting ready to win prizes, and the atmosphere excited her.

A long table was set up, and people holding pies were sitting around it. Olive found her nametag and set down her blueberry pie.

Amber POV

"So are we going to take up Chyna's offer?" Amber asked Jasmine.

Jasmine sighed. "No, not yet. Stella said to mess with the food fair, and then accept the offer."

"So one more prank?" Molly looked up from her cherry pie.

"Yes." Jasmine answered.

Amber grinned. This was an awesome trip! "So can we go to the fair now?"

"Yes, let's go." Jasmine slipped on her coat.

"What prank are we doing, anyway?" Molly wrapped her pie with tin foil.

Jasmine smirked. She slipped her hand in her pocket and pulled out a tiny container.

Amber leaned in closer to read the label.

Spicy Red Hot Ground Pepper

France's spiciest pepper.

Amber's eyes widened.

Jasmine gave an evil laugh.

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