I KNOW. I KNOW. Super late! No, I'm not disappearing for another two years again. Just working literally everyday since it's Christmas time. Plus managing my new Youtube channel. If anyone wants, there'll be more details of that at the end of this chapter! (Swear I won't promote it anyore after this). But anyways, please enjoy chapter thirteen!
"He looks so good! Doesn't he look good?", Courtney said in a dreamy sigh. "He looks great! I'm so happy...", the goth replied, before realizing what she had just said. "...For you... Happy for you!", she finished. Courtney's smile lit up the whole room. It made Gwen feel like shit to see how happy she was after what she did... Damnit... And right as her and Courtney started to become friends... What was wrong with her? Courtney voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Don't get me wrong, he's not perfect.", she started, pulling out a tightly fold paper from her shirt. "I made a little list of the things that need to change. But... once I change these forty-seven things about him, he will be perfect!", the CIT finished.
That was it, right there. This is why Duncan didn't want to further his relationship with the brunette any longer. She was never happy with just HIM. Courtney wanted him to be better. But HER version of better. And without his consent. He was tired of it. It hurt Gwen more to know that aside from the fact that he had cheated on her, she was pushing him away even more with her 'perfectionist' problem.
"Can you imagine if you, me and Duncan end up in the final three?!", Courtney asked excitedly. Gwen gasped. "That'd be crazy!", she said, trying to get the knot in her stomach to go away. The CIT continued. "Just you, me, and my boyfriend.", she started, putting emphasis on that last part of her statement. Her smile came back once more. "What do you think Chris would do to turn us against each other?", she asked. "Oh, let's not guess! I'd rather it be a surprise!", Gwen replied, letting out a nervous laugh.
Alejandro's mind was racing. His heart was pounding rapidly. He wasn't sure if he had ever felt this angry before. And staring straight ahead to the sleeping punk across the room from him didn't help. He didn't know how to calm himself down, but at this point, he didn't care. The Latin knew he would definitely be able to use this newfound anger to his advantage in today's challenge. But Alejandro's expression toward's the punk didn't go unnoticed by Tyler.
"You okay, bro?", the jock asked. Alejandro plastered a fake grin on his face. "Oh, just fine amigo. I just have a little something that will we can use to our advantage when need be.", he said. Tyler's expression contorted to confusion. "What is it?", he asked, rather curiously. "Ah, no, no, no. Patience my dear friend.
The two teams met Chris in the common area, gathering around the table. "Prepre yourself for challenges of an amateur callibor. Because we're recreating the original olympics!", Chris started, the contestants all groaned in unison. "And we're heading to the birth place of the olympics right now, in...", "Greece!", "Atlantis!", "Mount Olympics?", a few of the players shouted out. "Wrong, fictional, and... what? We're going to Rome, Italy!", he continued, before Alejandro interjected. "But Courtney was correct, the olympics originated in Greece.", "No. They originated-", "Greece! They're right!", Gwen jumped in, sending a smile Alejandro's way, who kindly returned with a glare. What...?
Chris began to flip through his notes. "Interns!", he shouted, as two men showed up at his side in a flash. Everyone should probably hang onto something. Everyone except you.", he said, as he pointed to the intern on his left. And at that moment. the plane tilted completely on its side, sending that intern right out of the plane. Their host shoved the notes towards the other intern. "You might want to find some info on Greece... Quickly...", He started. "Greece it is... Heh heh...", he finished, making his way out of the common area.
The contestants stood up from floor, Sierra speaking up. "Prepare yourself for battle!", she said, pointing towards the opposing team. "Child's play. There's no way us atheletes will lose an olympic challenge to a team with no men.", Alejandro, Cody sighing in response... Sometimes he hated being on a basically all girls team. Heather made her way up to the Latin. "Hope you look good in silver. I'm GREAT in gold.", she said, boasting about her atheletic abilities.
Duncan turned his attention to a certain goth, waggling his eyebrow at her. Gwen felt the blush creep to her cheeks, as well as that damn knot in her stomach which got tighter as she noticed Courtney's glare on her. She tried to make her way out of there, but to no avail as the CIT firmly put her hand on the goth's shoulder. "What was that?", the CIT asked. "What was what?", "You were staring at Duncan!", Courtney said. That knot had just gotten super tight. "Oh! I was just... Uh...", she started as she scoffed. "You really gotta do something about that mohawk...", Courtney's glare then turned to a smile. "That was number seven on the list of things to change but... now I kinda like it! Love does funny things!", she said, making her way out of the common area. Gwen continued to herself. "Oh yeah... Love is hysterical...", she finished, slapping her hand over her face.
"Welcome to the Acropolis in Athens, Greece! Home to many of the very first Olympians! Who, as my intern has informed me, competed naked.", Chris started, drawing out that last part. At that moment, Owen had begun unbuckling his belt, taking a tight grip on his pants. "Alright, time to drop the laundry.", he said, causing everyone to gag. Chris' arms flailed in front of him as he spoke up once again. "No, no, no! That ws just a corky fact not an order! There's no need to be a hundred percent accurate. Stay dressed. Very. Dressed. We only have to resort to nudity if there's a tie breaker.", he started.
"Today we're gonna do things a bit differently since Team Chris is Really, Really, Really, Really, Hot are down a man, and Team Amazon is an all girl team. In order to make things fair, all of today's challenges will be one on one matches. Every victory gets you a gold medal. The team with the most gold wins first class tickets to our next destination. Second place wins a brutal elimantion ceremony.", Owen interrupted once again. "And silver medals! ... Right? Second place gets silver?", "There are silvers medals. Just gold.", "But at the olympics-", "Just gold. Thats it.", Chris finished.
The teams were then guided to, what looked like to be, a ruin area. Their host began to speak. "Our first historical event... is a Greecian scavenger hunt!", he started. "The inside Odium of Paraclase is filled with maze like rows of huge columns. Players must search through this ancient forest of columns and return with the Greecian treasure that awaits you inside. First one to do so takes the gold! So, who's going in?", Chris finished.
At that moment, Gwen just wanted to get her portion of the challenge over with. She volunteered. But a certain someone did as well.
"Me.", both Gwen and Duncan said in unison. At that moment, they both froze up. "What?!", a fuming Courtney yelled. The two began to go back and forth about one of them just sitting out for it. Until their lovely host spoke up.
"Gwen versus Duncan it is!", he said. The CIT nervously spoke up once more. "Wow... That is so... fun!", she said, trying to hide how uncomfortable she actually felt.
The goth tensed up. It was bad enough Courtney had caught her giving the punk looks. "What's the big deal? Just let someone else do this event!", the punk's voice snapped her out of her thoughts as he continued to banter to Chris. "My decision is final, Duncan.", God he wanted to kill Chris sometimes. There was no way he could be alone with Gwen again. Especially during a challenge. He's gonna get distracted for sure.
Chris grabbed two trash can lids, tossing them Duncan and Gwen's way. The goth felt herself tense up a bit more. "Uh, why do we need these?", "These authentic spartan shields will help you in your treasure hunt. For the treasure you seek, is tied to an Urmanthian Boar! Good luck to you both!", he started. "The rest of you, follow me!"
Courtney's eyes widened. "We're not going to stay..? And watch? Closely? At all times?", "Nope! Time to flip channels. Just like the real olympics!", he replied. The CIT looked back, worry written on her features. They'd never hurt her like that... right? Duncan loved her. And she loved him. And will love him more once he becomes the perfect guy. And he was willing to do that for her... right?
Alejandro couldn't help but also leav cautiously. Why did he care? Maybe he should have vonlunteered. HE should be doing that challenge. HE wouldn't get distracted. Gwen had to go. The more she's there, the more the Latin gets worked up. Time for her to pay.
Gwen slowly made her way around the columns, taking in her environment. The boar didn't seem to be in plain sight. How could she lose a giant boar?! God, this sucked. Duncan was also no where to be seen. That was no surprise. This was a rather big area. He was probably doing his best to avoid her.
That was until she felt her back press up against a figure behind her. Both gasped in fright, soon finding themselves not being able to wipe the smiles off of their faces. Hers dropped immediately. She didn't want him thinking that what they did was accpetable. She took notice of the punk, who was now looking at her like she was a fresh piece of meat. The blush creeped to her cheeks. "Damn, you look sexy when you play hard to get.", the punk said as she tried to kiss her once again. Against her better judgement, she resisted her urges and pushed him off. "Duncan, no! What we did was... a mistake..", she didn't want to do this... But it was the right thing to do.
"Maybe to you, sweetheart. No matter what you say, it's not gonna change that it happened. And it's not change what I'm about to do.", he then placed his hands on each side of her face, forcing their lip to collide once again. She tried her best to push him off, but to no avail. Damnit, why did he have to be so strong? She instantly melted like puddy in his arms, his hands moving to her hips. Her hands now moved to his face, deepening the kiss. Just like last night, the kiss was full of want, all demanding. If they weren't almost completely in public, she knew where this would go.
A loud growl snapped them both away from each other. They slowly turned their heads to a very angry boar standing in front of them. Gwen quickly ran, the boar not hesitating scoop the punk up in its mouth. Gwen had to think. Did she go to save him? ... Or did she grab the medal and win this challenge?
She hopped on the boar's back, looking down at that bruised up punk. She then smiled, sending a wink his way, the medal in her grip as she ripped it off the boar. She held the gold up in the air in triumph, looking to the side to see the teams arrived. She quickly made her way over to the Amazons.
"You won? Good job, Gwen!", Courtney exclaimed happily, high-fiving her 'frenemy'. She continued on. "Is Duncan okay? How long were you two alone together before we got here?", could Courtney's questions get anymore uncomfortable? "Amazon's take the gold!", Chris started. "Moving on to the next challenge.", the CIT's face was laced with concern. "What about Duncan? Shouldn't we help him?", "Chef will do that. Moving on!", their sadistic host yelled.
"For our next challenge... the hurdle race!", Chris started. "Two players will race their to the finish line, jumping each hurdle to grab the gold. Who's going up?", at that moment, both Heather and Alejandro stepped forward. Gwen had taken noticed of the Latin constantly trying to get away from her. She had a feeling it was from THEIR kiss... Damn... Two guys in a span of less than two days... The goth spoke up, thinking Alejandro would appreciate her teasing.
"Don't mess up your hair, 'Al'!", she said with a chuckle. The Latin turned his eyes to her with a glare, but no response. Her stomach turned for the twentieth time. Did he really think kissing her was a mistake...?
"And... GO!", both players took off. Equally matching each other in speed. They both got over the hurdles with ease. The Amazons took notice of Heather beginning to fall slightly behind. The Latin took this moment to taunt the queen bee. "Don't worry! I'll let you borrow my medal when you want to look like a winner!", he said, but the showing off didn't stop there. He then hopped into a handstand, somehow STILL matching Heather's speed. Was there anything this guy couldn't do? Owen could be hear yelling from the back.
"Dude... come on! COME ON!", he said, taking notice of the Latin getting a bit too carried away. Alejandro turned his head back to his head towards him team. "Relax my friends! Victory is at han- AH!", he screamed in pain as his head collided with the hurdle. His taunting had distracted him... Just like his team knew would happen. He quickly tried to catch up with the raven-haired teen, but just barely lost to her. "Yes!", Heather yelled proudly.
"A gold for the Amazons!", Chris announced, team Amazon cheering victoriously. "Moving on to the next challenge!"
The goth caught sight of Alejandro. She quickly made her way over, tightly grabbing his wrist. "Hey, what the hell is your deal?", Gwen asked, a little more harsh than intended. "What ever do you mean?", "Don't play dumb with me. Why are completely avoiding. Or more or less being an ass.", she asked. He raised his brow in confusion. "I am not sure what you're talking about, senorita. I'm just simply playing the game. And play, I shall.", he yanked his hand away from hers, leaving her completely frozen. What the hell was up with him?
"Okay, seriously! Where is Duncan?", the CIT asked with concern. Chris responded. "Duncan will join us as soon as he can. You know, if he's still aliv-", "If?! What does that mean?!", a fuming goth blurted out. Why did she do that? Why the hell would she open her mouth? Oh god damnit, why was she so dumb? Courtney's glare on her eas evident. "Can we focus on the game, please? It's time for the dreaded tie breaker!". At that moment, Courtney held up her finger, indicating she was about to interrupt their host once again.
"One sec, Chris!", she started before turning her attention to Gwen. "You sounded really concerned there...", The goth's eyes widened. The Latin decided to also jump in. "Yes, Gwen. You did sound quite concerned. Care to tell us why?", oh no... Did he know about Duncan? No. There was no way. She had no clue what to say or do at this point. She was just spouting out nonsense. ""Well, I-I know how you feel... so-", "Know how I feel? Like... You get it? Or like you feel the same way.", the CIT asked menacingly. Gwen looked around or anything to change this uncomfortable subject. She blurted out the first thing that came in sight. "Uh... Look! Wings!", no. She wasn't crazy. Chef was actually wheeling out wings for what seemed to be our next challenge. Chris clapped his hands together to gain the competitors' attention.
"Attention, please!", Chris started. "Chef spent over one hour building two sets of wings out of wax and the feathers we find in the plane's engine. One member from each team must strap on the wings, and take flight. All the way up there.", he said, pointing to the medal dangling off of a hook high in the sky. He continued. "Whoever snags the gold medal out of the sky wins the olympics and first class passage for their team."
"Uh... Sounds kind of dangerous...", Owen said. "Not at all.", their host replied. At that moment, both sets of wings collapsed into a pile of melted wax. "We're gonna need some more wax! So, who's going up?", Cody stepped up to the plate. "I'll do it! For all of... you.", he said, directing that last part at a disgusted goth. Why, of all people, did HE have to have a huge crush on her.
"Team me? Super hot me? Who's going?", Tyler stood proudly. "I'll do it! To the extreme!", the jock said. "Strap on your wings, and get ready to fly!", Chris said.
Tyler stood close to his team as they helped him get strapped in. An idea popped in the Latin's head. He quickly grabbed Tyler, moving himself and the jock closer to both Gwen and Courtney, right in an ear shot away.
"Tyler, mi amigo. Ii thought I might confess the reason I was feeling a bit down this morning. You see, it is because of an injustice that I witnessed upon both of our teams. Catching Gwen and Duncan kissing in the confessional last night made me feel much anger for our fellow opponent Courtney.", the Latin said, just loud enough for both girls to hear.
Courtney's eyes widened, feeling her anger stirring. She screamed out in anger. "WHAT?!", Gwen's eyes widened in fear. Her stomach was in a completey knot, now. Alejandro did see... But why did he care? Did their kiss really mean something to him?
"Courtney... You weren't suppose to hear that... Sorry, senorita. It just pained me to watch knowing you hadn't a clue about this.", Alejandro said, grabbing her hand and pulling her in a bit. "Just know, I would never lie to you.", she couldn't even focus on the hot Spanish guy flirting with her as she was too focused on a certain goth. She yanked her hand away, turning her attention to Gwen. Sierra doing her best to hold her back. "HOW COULD YOU?! I thought we were friend... ish... I hate you... I HATE YOU!", Courtney said, her arms flailing in the air in an attempt to escape Sierra's grasp. Sierra turned her attention to Cody. "Fly, Cody! Fly-", "Cody, stay where you are.", the CIT interrupted her. Sierra spoke up again. "But we'll lose.", she took noticed of Courtney's glare on the goth, then got the idea. "Oh... Cody! Stay where you are!", the CIT pointed her finger toward the goth. "You, are so... Elim-in-a-ted!", Gwen felt her eyes well up with tears as she heard the rest of her team agree. She turned her head towards the Latin, who smiled deviously at her. She was gone... she was so gone...
Cody looked over to her, then took off in the air. Gwens eyes widened. Was he trying to win for her? He was right behind Tyler, gasping for breath as he flapped his wings as fast as he can. Tyler made his way to the gold, but wasn't able to reach in time as his wings completely fell apart. "Their wings are multing!", Alejandro said. Owen jumped in. "Maybe it's seasonal...?", "Come on, Cody...", Gwen pleaded quietly. But not so quiet that Courtney couldn't hear. She got right in the goth's face. "YOU. DON'T. GET TO CHEER.", she yelled. Damnit... She screwed up... Bad.
All of a sudden Cody fell to the ground, medal in mouth. Was she... Was she not going home tonight?
"Amazons win! And the losers can meet me in the elimination room, for the second time.", Gwen wasn't going home! Not tonight, at least... Now she just had to gain her teams' trust again... And avoid losing. Damn. This wasn't going to be easy...
And Alejandro... What a traitor. How did she ever even fall for him? That was all out the window now. No more games. This wasn't a petty game anymore, Al. This was a war. That Gwen knew, she was going to win.
Hope you all enjoyed! Not too much happened in this chapter, but enough to progress the story did! Hoping to have the next update in a week and half or two weeks. Depending on how much free time I'll have. Also, for any WWE fans, I have a youtube channel strictly based around custom titantrons for the superstars. It's under the name 'Cheri Lee', so if you want, don't hesitate to check it out! As I have been an avid WWE fan since I was about five years old. Okay, no more promoting, I swear. I will see you all in the next one!
~Cheri