Total Drama Academy
Year One
a Total Drama fan fiction story
by Lord Akiyama
Author's Note: Just remember that this story is created under the assumption that Total Drama Action does not happen. Though I may consider throwing in elements that I like. Meaning this story should be considered alternate universe. Strange how that works, don't you think?
Total Drama and its characters are copyright © of Fresh TV, Teletoon and Cartoon Network. This story was created purely out of sheer enjoyment so please don't sue. Or throw me off a thousand-foot high cliff into a shark-infested lake. That would so smarts.
Chapter Twenty-Five
(Week 8, Day 2 - Sunday)
Chef Hatchet drove the golf cart straight to the front of Riker Hall and dumped the five boys out before any of them could comprehend what was happening. They were just slowly getting to their feet when Chef drove off, leaving them to fend for themselves. Wearing pink nurses uniforms. The boys looked around and noticed that there was no one about within seeing distance. Which was a good thing at the moment. With collective sighs, they turned and walked into their dormitory.
They had barely taken two steps into the living space when they were blinded, albeit briefly, by a flash of light. Once their sense of sight was back to normal seconds later, the five looked to find Gwen sitting on the couch with a big grin on her face. For in her hands was the source of the flash of light. A digital camera.
"Oh sure," Duncan groaned. "Humiliate us even further, why don't you. I bet the Internet would just be exploding seeing the five of us in pink nurses uniforms and wearing fake boobs." Duncan then thought for a moment and looked over at Geoff. Remembering that he was the only one without the fake boobs. "Well... four of us on the latter..."
"Tempting, but I like my idea better," Gwen said. As she continued, she cocked her head to one side of the living space. "I'm blowing this baby up and mounting it on the wall over here. We still need to figure out how we're going to decorate this place and we need more than just a wave machine for Bridge."
"I can only imagine how big it's gonna be," Duncan sighed, hanging his head in the process.
"She is probably going to fill up the entire wall she puts it on," Harold stated with an as-a-matter-of-fact voice.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Duncan muttered.
Quite suddenly, a blurry flash of blue and yellow appeared for half a second in front of the boys and then disappeared just as quickly. It was followed immediately by a thud and Geoff being out of view. It took the familiar sounds of wet kissing and moaning to let everyone know exactly what happened.
"Look what we have here," Gwen laughed. "Girl on girl action." Trent and Harold were the only other ones to chuckle at the joke. Duncan merely rolled his eyes while Ezekiel looked as he felt. Very confused.
"I d'oon't get it, eh," Ezekiel quipped.
"Ah, don't sweat it, short stuff," Gwen said. She had walked over and rubbed the prairie boy's head as she spoke. "After you spend two years hanging around us freaks, geeks, losers, and weirdos, you'll return home all the more wiser about the outside world than when you first arrived on the island."
"Man it feels good to just laugh when I feel like it," Trent said with a relaxed exhale. "That is one challenge I hope to never have to deal with ever again."
"You can say that again," Harold agreed. "My butt is so sore, I do not know if I am going to be able to sit comfortably for a while."
"How did you guys get involved in the challenge?" Trent asked Gwen. "I thought the rest of you were safe from competing."
"We were," Gwen began to explain. "Chris was looking for volunteers to help out in torturing you guys by offering a hundred bucks per laugh. When I heard about what ideas he had for anesthesiology, I couldn't say no."
"A hundred per laugh?" Duncan noted aloud. He blinked as he did the math in his head and then looked over at the goth girl with a stern glare. "I bet you made off with a lotta money for your part."
"Sorry about your soft little bottom, handsome," Gwen said to Trent, ignoring the punk trying to burn a hole in the back of her head. She wrapped her arms around the music man's neck, who in turn wrapped his arms around her waist. "But being able to release all that frustration I had from the island was worth every dollar for making you boys get whacked."
"Well, it would only seem fair for me to return the favor, beautiful," Trent said with a chuckle, a smirk forming on his lips. "A slap for every whack I got from you sounds reasonable enough to me, don't you think?"
Gwen pretended to think about it, bringing one hand over to lightly tap her chin. "I guess I can work with that," she said in a seemingly sensual tone. "As long as it's not all the ones you got overall."
"Okay, that's it," Duncan grumbled, not caring if any of the others were listening or not. "I'm tired as hell. My butt is extremely sore. Geoff and Bridgette have resumed their never ending game of tonsil hockey. Gwen and Trent are teasing the idea of doing in BDSM. I don't know about the rest of you, but that's more than I can handle for a whole week. I'm going to bed."
Duncan had barely taken two steps when he suddenly found himself standing before Courtney. The question of how exactly she appeared without him noticing was dismissed out of his head, replaced by a sense of concern. She looked far from pleased, given the stern look on her face and her arms crossed over her chest
"And where do you think you're going, Duncan?" Courtney demanded.
"To bed," Duncan replied with a raised brow.
"Like hell you're going to bed right now," Courtney stated. The two stared firmly at one another for what seemed like hours. Then, without warning, Courtney pounced onto Duncan and began to kiss passionately. While not quite at the level of Geoff and Bridgette, their make out was just as intense. She pulled her face away long enough to speak again. "Not before I make you feel all better for having to endure such unjust punishment."
"You're the boss," Duncan responded. The tone in his voice was a slight mixture of chuckling, flirtation, and excitement. Seconds later, the two were kissing again as though their last kiss had been ages ago.
"What's BDSM?" Ezekiel quietly asked Harold curiously.
"You probably do not want to know," Harold replied in a whisper.
"As you should," a familiar voice said. The two turned to see LeShawna approaching them. "Them's a whole lotta freaky that's too much for us regula folks." She stopped right next to Harold and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "How ya doin', baby? You feelin' okay?"
Harold let out a heavy sigh. "Not really," he admitted. "Some of the shots I got whacked me really hard. And I lost because I laughed more times than the others. I couldn't help myself laughing at seeing William Shatner give Duncan a physical."
"Don't beat yerself too hard on this, sugar," LeShawna said. "I woulda been laughin' my ass off too seein' that punk get messed with like that. You got nothin' to be ashamed of."
As Harold and LeShawna embraced, Ezekiel stood still looking at the scene surrounding him. Bridgette and Geoff were on the floor making out. Duncan and Courtney were making out. Gwen and Trent were in each other's arms, staring into one another's eyes lovingly. And Harold and LeShawna were locked in a romantic hug. Seeing all this love on display made the prairie boy sigh.
"Zeke!" a familiar shriek cried, pulling all of the attention to it.
Too familiar to Ezekiel as he immediately screamed and dropped down to the ground, trying to roll up into a ball and pull his nurse sweater over his head. He then shook and whimpered in fear. He had already been nervous enough being around Izzy. After what happened in the challenge, that nervousness transformed into fright.
"Zeke?" Izzy asked, scratching her head in a bewildered state before hopping up and landing in a cross-legged siting position on the prairie boy's back. "What's wrong with Zeke?"
"What's wrong is that you scared the living hell outta him, crazy girl," Duncan firmly stated.
"How'd I do that?" Izzy asked, seemingly oblivious to how this was the case.
"Oh, it was real simple," Duncan began to explain. "He gets tied down to a table so he can't move, is slowly inserted into the MRI machine, which is a heavily enclosed space to begin with, you're face suddenly appears above him, you're giggling, the table raises on its own, and you plant a kiss on him. That's sure to scare someone as socially handicap as Zeke is."
"Wait a second!" Courtney yelled. She looked far from pleased. "Are you saying that Izzy kissed you too?"
"I got it way worse," Duncan sternly proclaimed. "She tried to slip me the tongue! I'm gonna have nightmares for a very long time because of it. Hell, I had one of it last night."
"Wimp!" Izzy hollered, pointing a finger at the punk for added effect.
"How dare you steal a kiss from Duncan!" Courtney cried. It took all of Duncan's strength to keep her from leaping at the crazy redhead in violent fashion. "I'll tear your eyes out!"
"I didn't scare you, did I Zeke?" Izzy asked in a babying tone. Ezekiel's continued whimpers and his further attempt to shrink into himself gave her an answer she wasn't expecting. The redhead pouted.
"Zeke?" Bridgette asked as she crawled over to be in the prairie boy's line of sight. "Zeke, I'm sure Izzy wasn't trying to scare you at all. She was just trying to make you laugh."
"Regardless, I highly doubt a lot of what happened in the challenge could be looked upon fondly in a positive manner," Harold noted aloud. "While seeing Izzy's face in the MRI machine did make us chuckle, the whole notion of being forced against our will to kiss her left a rather horrifying impression on us."
"Damn, girl," LeShawna said. "That's messed up."
"Let's not forget that the pipsqueak is nervous enough around girls as it is," Duncan added, still trying to hold Courtney back. "Thanks to you, Izzy, I think you just set him back. At this rate, he's never gonna hook up with a girl."
"Dude, that's a harsh thing to say, bra," Geoff said.
"Set him back?" Izzy gasped. She then jumped to her feet with a look of determination on her face. "Unacceptable!" She scooped the prairie boy in her arms, causing him to squeak in terror, and held him while looking as though she was standing at attention. "Izzy will not fail in getting Zeke a girlfriend! Izzy will dedicate herself to make it so!"
"Some one might wanna free Zeke from Izzy's clutches before she does any more damage to him mentally and emotionally," Duncan suggested, still occupied with keeping his girlfriend back.
"That would be me," a new voice announced. Everyone looked over just in time to see Jessica, their Resident Assistant, gently remove the pale white Ezekiel away from Izzy. "After all, he won the challenge and therefore is required to receive his prize. Which will be done privately in the Marshmallow."
"Ooo, a private prize," Izzy mused. "Can I come?"
"No!" Duncan and Courtney yelled at the same time.
"It's called private for a reason, Izzy," Courtney stated. "It means the rest of us don't get to see."
"Aww, poo," Izzy pouted.
(Confession Cam)
Izzy - "Duncan says that I've set Zeke back. I don't think so. Nevertheless, I'm now more determined than ever to get Zeke some lovin'!" /Pulls out a clipboard and a pen./ "Now lemme see here... He likes Bridgette, but she's already taken." /Checks off Bridgette's name on the clipboard./
Bridgette - "My poor schmoopy-boo! I'm so sorry I intentionally made you laugh so that they would whack your adorable little hiney. I just missed you so much and I wanted to see you in that cute female nurses uniform."
Izzy - "Courtney's taken. Besides, she's too much of a meanie for Zeke to like." /Checks off Courtney's name./
Courtney - "What the hell is up with Izzy lately? She's been acting so perverted that it's disturbing. Whenever she and Owen... do it... they literally destroy his room. And now she dares to give Duncan the tongue? Against his will? How dare she get away with that! Only I get to strap him down and force kiss him!"
Izzy - "Gwen's taken. She'd probably scare him any way." /Checks off Gwen's name./
Gwen - "Duncan wishes Trent and I engaged in BSDM. I bet he fantasizes about doing that with Courtney on a nightly basis. And if that were the case, I'd have no trouble imagining her being the dominant one."
Izzy - "LeShawna's taken. She'd probably be..." /Pauses and thinks for a moment./ "Hmmm... She'd probably be... too much woman for him?" /Thinks about it and then shrugs before checking off LeShawna's name./
LeShawna - /Sighs./ "We're gettin' there. Gwen is poolin' the money she got from makin' the boys crack up towards the double date. Now we just need a time and place."
Izzy - "Izzy's taken." /Giggles and then checks off her name./ "Katie's taken." /Checks off Katie's name then studies it for a moment./ "Now why is Katie dating a stupid git like Noah?"
Katie - /Swoons./ "He's so handsome."
Sadie - "Ohmygosh! You're, like, so head over heels for him."
Katie - "I know, right? But he's just so irresistible. The way he talks, the way he walks, the way he stands, the way he reads."
Sadie - "He's, like, such a gentleman! EEEEEEEEEE!"
Katie - "EEEEE-" /Stops and gasps, then she blushes and bites her bottom lip./
Sadie - "Katie?" /Looks at Katie for a second then gasps./ "No!" /Watches Katie nod./ "Oh! My! God! You're, like, really in love with Noah, aren't you?" /Resumes squealing./
Izzy - "Lindsay's taken." /Checks off Lindsay's name./ "Besides, he'd have a hard time climbing over those mountains just to even kiss her." /Cackles at the thought./ "That leaves Beth, Eva, Heather, and Sadie. I think Cody has his eyes on Beth even though he has hundreds of shirt-ripping fan girls to choose from. Hmmm..." /Studies the list some more./ "Maybe I should look outside the box. Too bad Jessica is already taken. Otherwise, I would've put her on the list immediately."
Jessica - "In case you were wondering, Zeke's prize was a nice, private massage from a trio of girls I know in town. After the whipping he suffered from the challenge, I figured it was the least I could do for him winning the damned thing. I have no doubt these girls would make his bottom feel so much better than before."
Ezekiel - /Relaxes and exhales./ "S'oo s'ooft..."
Jessica - "And I threw in the same amount Gwen got from making the boys laugh during the challenge as a bonus."
(Week 8, Day 3 - Monday)
(The Others)
"Class, I thought today we'd take a break from the tragedy of 'Romeo and Juliet' to discuss the real life tragedy that happened the other night here in Kitchener," the professor announced. Unlike the other English professors at the school, the specific one chosen for the Others preached a lot about sensitivity. To the point that it was really annoying and highly unnecessary. "Let's share out feelings of violation following the loss of our beloved cybercafé, .ca. Who would like to start? Omar?" The professor looked at Owen, but found that the big guy was staring into space. "Omar, did you hear me?"
"You mean Owen?" Geoff noted.
The professor looked at Geoff, blinking once and then raising a confused brow before looking over the seating chart. "Owen, heh," he said, letting out a nervous chuckle. "I'm sorry. You, uh... look like somebody else. What do you have to say about the other night's horrible event?"
"Something horrible happened the other night?" Owen asked in shock.
"Some computer got snagged from the cybercafé across from the school, dude," Tyler explained in a bored tone.
"How did the theft make you feel?" the professor asked.
"Um..." Owen uttered, thinking about how to answer such a tough question. "Sad?"
"Are you asking me or telling me?" the professor questioned further.
Owen blinked and thought about a different answer to use. "Angry?" he asked.
"Hmmm..." the professor sighed aloud. He then turned to another student. "Bridgette, how about you?"
Bridgette merely shrugged and sighed. Like virtually all of the other students, she really did not want to participate all that much in the class. Because it meant the professor would keep talking nonsense. "I think the cybercafé served one very particular segment of the community," she said. "But it still pisses me off when people take what isn't theirs."
"That's how I feel!" Owen proclaimed.
"Thank you, Owen," the professor said with a raised brow. He then turned his attention back to the class. "Bridgette, about that word, 'community.' Isn't that the whole idea of a cybercafé? To jack us into the global community? I think what's most disturbing about this crime is the symbolism involved. Don't you agree, Eva?"
"No," Eva grunted bluntly.
"Suddenly, we're cut off," the professor continued, seemingly ignoring Eva's answer. "We can't hail our friends across the globe and say, 'It's a beautiful day in the cyberhood.' They didn't just take a few computers. They took the symbol of our virtual community. To visit .ca was to come together with the planet!"
"Oh, come on," Heather scoffed.
"Yes?" the professor asked.
"Come together with the planet?" Heather repeated sarcastically. "By staring at a screen for hours? Sitting in a room full of people you never say a word to?"
"Hmmm..." the professor noted, scratching his chin and thinking about what Heather was saying. "Interesting point, Heather. You believe that while connecting Kitchener citizens to our global neighbors, the cafe was alienating us from each other."
Heather rolled her eyes in disbelief and annoyance before giving out a reluctant sigh. "I'm saying if you really miss the place, put a Mr. Coffee in the computer lab," she stated.
"So, in your opinion, what we really need is a return to the traditional coffee house of yore," the professor summarized. "Where you'd watch some performers and share a cup with your friends, face to face."
"Yer a visionary," LeShawna said to Heather sarcastically. Heather sent her a death glare in response.
"Right here and now, let's pledge to make Heather's dream a reality," the professor stated.
"You mean the one where people walking down the street burst into flames?" Duncan asked to numerous chuckles. He too received a death glare from Heather.
"The coffee house!" the professor proclaimed. "We'll plan it, locate it, raise the money, and open it!"
"Would that qualify as an extracurricular activity?" Geoff asked curiously.
"Of course," the professor answered with excitement.
"Then I'd like to register as a conscientious objector," Duncan announced.
(Confession Cam)
Heather - /Scoffs./ "Coffee house. My idea? Please. That professor is more wacko than the losers I'm stuck with. What kind of classes does he usually teach? Special ed? This is embarrassment to the nth degree."
Owen - "This professor is so confusing. He asks questions and I give him answers, but he doesn't tell me if I'm right or wrong. That means I don't know if I'm passing is class!" /Screams in terror./
Trent - "I think I'm going to have to revise my previous prediction. Instead of the whole school going mental in a month's time, I think it's going to be us as a result of these strange professors they have teaching us."
Duncan - "Bizarre teachers wanting us to express our feelings every single second of the day. Morons like Owen and Lindsay not failing. Yep, I think I'm walking on the edge of sanity here."
(Week 8, Day 4 - Tuesday)
(The Smarty Pants)
The students all stared at the board. Confusion painted all over their faces. They were asked by the professor to figure out how to solve the equation. Even Izzy and Noah could not figure it out as the students simply sat in their seats with brows raised and their mouths shaped like circles. After it seemed as though hours had passed, the professor spoke with a chuckle.
"Let me show you how to construct the map S, which is the fun of the lemma any how, okay?" he said. He moved over to the bored and pointed out specific points of the equation as he spoke. "So you assume you have an element in the kernel of gamma. That is, an element in C, such that gamma takes you to 0 in C-prime. You pull it back to B, via map G, which is subjective-"
"Hold it, hold it, hold it," Courtney said suddenly, her hand having been raised for effect. "That's... that's not unique."
"Yes, it is unique, Courtney," the professor calmly responded. He then continued to explain the equation. "Up to an element of the image of f, all right? So we've pulled it back to a fixed B here. Then you take beta of B, which takes you to 0 in C-prime, by the commutativity of the diagram. It's therefore in the kernel of the map g-prime, hence is in the image of the map f-prime, by the exactness of the lower sequence..."
"No," Courtney muttered as she aggressively looked through her notes.
"...so we can pull it back..." the professor had continued uninterrupted.
"No," Courtney muttered again, still skimming through her notes.
"...to an element in A-prime-" the professor kept speaking until he truly was interrupted.
"It's not well defined," Courtney stated. He looked up from her notes and pointed at the board with a pencil in hand, as though accusing it over something.
"Which it turns out is well defined modulo the image of alpha," the professor continued to explain calmly. That last statement halted any further attempt by Courtney to question the method of the equation. She and the rest of the students realized just what kind of problem they were dealing with and how unconventional it was. "And thus defines the element in the co-kernel of alpha." After pointing out another point in the equation, the professor drew a snaking line around the numbers. "And that's the 'snake!' And on Monday, we'll address ourselves to the co-homology of groups..." He paused for a moment upon seeing a hand raised before him. "... and Courtney's next objections."
Courtney dropped her hand and pouted in embarrassment while some of the other students chuckled lightly at the comment. The bell rang, signifying the end of the class period, and resulting in the students immediately scooping up all of their belongings and getting out of the room as quickly as possible.
"Maybe you should think carefully about how exactly to question the method of explaining a problem before making a fool out of yourself," Gwen suggested with a smirk on her face.
"Oh, bite me, Gwen!" Courtney hissed.
"I should have known it was the Snake lemma," Izzy proclaimed in a rather excited tone. "That's my kind of homological algebra."
"Why am I not surprised?" Noah questioned sarcastically. "Izzy's fancy perked by something that has any remote form of resemblance or similarities to snakes."
Izzy glared at Noah for a moment. "You're just lucky we're not in a science classroom," she stated. "I know forensic science and I could boil you from the inside out and never leave a trace."
(Confession Cam)
Courtney - "Okay, so I goofed pretty good in math class. There's nothing wrong with my grades, they're at where I want them to be. But I've been feeling... uncomfortable... from time to time because Izzy and Noah have taken over voicing the answers before the rest of us have time to really digest the problems we're being taught. I'm not used to sitting on the sidelines." /Thinks for a moment./ "I wonder if that's how all those students from my previous schools felt when they were in the same classes with me."
Gwen - "Courtney just needs to sit back and relax a little. There's no need to try to compete in getting the answers first under some feeble belief that it will some how help enhance her resume down the road. Not when you've got Izzy and Noah duking it out for one-up's-manship for our pleasure."
Noah - "One would think I'm engaged in this feud of mine with Izzy to prove that I'm smarter than her. That's just part of the reason why. The primary reason is because she's talking when she answers. Having to speak before her is the best way I can think of to keep her yap shut as much as possible during classes."
Izzy - "Milton O'Shaunessey may be the world's most cutthroat corporate raider, but that doesn't mean he's not a fun guy. Like, remember the hostile takeover of the lingerie company? How he called it the panty raid? Hilarious! Milton personally put a thong into each employee's severance envelope. Now that's comedy! Or that other time, when he acquired that brokerage firm after a brutal proxy fight, and promised shareholders he wasn't going to liquidate all the company's assets, and then did it any way? Classic!" /Sits and smiles in silence for a very long moment, staring at the camera./ "Well... Maybe you had to be there for that one. But it was really funny at the time."
(Week 8, Day 5 - Wednesday)
"And your professor really wants to go through with the coffee house idea?" Gwen asked with a curious brow raised. She was more interested in the conversation at hand than the lunch that had been rested in front of her for the last five minutes.
"He said that it would 'build character and self-esteem through hard work and cooperation,'" Duncan explained, after which he rolled his eyes. "I get the feeling whatever happened to him as a child that caused him to end up like this is more disturbing than the things Izzy and Owen do alone in the latter's room."
"That is such a beautiful mental image you just painted there, Duncan," Noah noted. "You should be proud of yourself knowing that some of us are going to have a hard time sleeping at night with that thought stuck in our heads."
"At least I won't be the only one, then," Duncan responded. He then felt a sharp elbow to the stomach suddenly. "Ah. What the was that for, Princess?"
"Because now I'm going to have that image in my head too, you pig," Courtney answered sternly.
"Is that so?" Duncan asked with a raised bow. One that was suspiciously sensual in nature. "Perhaps I can help you come up with something better to think about when you sleep at night."
"Can't you think about any thing other than trying to finally get me out of my panties for five seconds?" Courtney nearly cried. Her cheeks were burning bright pink even before she responded to the punk's statement. The shade became deeper upon realizing just how loud she was when she spoke.
"Oh, come on," Duncan said. "I'm trying to be romantic here. Before I can even get the ball rolling, you start objecting. At least try to tease me in some fashion. I mean, look at everyone else around here."
Courtney stared at Duncan for a moment before finally looking around as he suggested. She first spotted Trent and Gwen loosely cuddled up together as they went about eating their lunch. The music man having one arm around the shoulders of the goth girl. Courtney then looked over to see Bridgette and Geoff engaged in what truly was a seemingly never ending session of tonsil hockey, as Duncan would put it. Harold and LeShawna were holding hands, one of their few true moments of affection on display. Lindsay was spoon-feeding Tyler while sitting on his lap. Even Noah had a rather romantic moment of his own going, even if all he was doing was merely eating his lunch while Katie wrapped herself all over one of his arms and kissed his cheek ever two seconds.
Then she found herself suddenly bringing her attention to something very odd. A few tables over, Izzy was standing before a rather frightened looking girl who appeared to be either a freshman or sophomore. What was scaring the girl was how Izzy was literally trying to force an equally scared looking Ezekiel into the poor girl's face.
"You gotta admit that he looks so cute wearing a toque," Izzy stated in a strange attempt to sell her words. "So much so that you'll wanna hug him and squeeze him into itty-bitty pieces!"
"Help me..." Ezekiel squeaked.
"Please," the girl begged, nearly on the verge of tears. "I'm not interested in a boyfriend right now. I'm trying to study for the history exam and I'm really behind."
"That's okay," Izzy proclaimed. "Zeke here is really smart, uh-huh. He can help you with your studies if you ever run into problems. So what do you say, huh?"
"For crying out loud, Izzy!" Duncan yelled. "Leave them alone. Both the girl and Zeke."
"You stay out of this!" Izzy yelled back. She turned back and was shocked to find that the girl she had been speaking to had suddenly disappeared. "Hey, where did she go?" She looked around before turning back to Duncan and looked rather furious. "You scared her off! She could've been Zeke's girlfriend!"
"Can't you take the hint that no girl is going to want to be his girlfriend whenever you're around?" Noah pointed out.
"Blasphemy!" Izzy screamed. As she continued to speak, she started waving Ezekiel around like a rag doll, causing him to turn pale white with sickness. "How dare you condescend my helping poor little Zeke here in getting him some lovin'! You two should be ashamed of yourselves! In fact, your girlfriends should be ashamed of you!"
Courtney and Katie both looked at Izzy with confused brows raised in response.
"Changing the subject quickly," Duncan stated. "Any one hear about that kid that got dropped from the swim team this morning?"
"What about him?" Noah asked, decided very quickly to join the punk to deviating away from the crazy redhead.
"Something about him being caught with a photo of him smoking pot with a group of freshman," Duncan answered. "They're not getting expelled, because of the strike policy and all. But the guy's off the team. Which is funny, too, because he was their best swimmer. To the point that some of the other guys were jealous."
"I can imagine there would be at least one who would be jealous," Noah muttered quietly to himself. He then slowly turned his attention toward Heather, who was sitting alone at her end of the table, eating her lunch.
(Confession Cam)
Noah - "Color me curious, but I think this whole Dodekatheon crap is going to be a thorn on our sides for the months to come while we're here. It's bad enough to deal with Heather on her own. Now she has a clique backing her up."
Heather - /Filing her nails./ "A real shame for that kid to be caught smoking pot, thereby getting kicked off the swim team. Poseidon said that he had so much talent that was now going to waste."
Ezekiel - /Worried expression on his face./ "I d'oon'oo what t'oo d'oo whenever I'm ar'oond Izzy. She's j'oompin' 'oon me and carryin' me ar'oond all 'oover the place, eh. And n'oo she wants t'oo find me a girlfriend. I have this bad feelin' that she g'oona make girls hate me again bec'oose she'll tryin' t'oo f'oorce them t'oo date me against our will. W'oot am I g'oona d'oo, eh?"
(Week 8, Day 6 - Thursday)
"Well, let me be the first to say how glad I am that you people have been able to finally find time away from all the studies, politics, pranks, lip service, and hiding under beds from Izzy so that we can spend the producers' money in decorating this here living space," Gwen announced to Bridgette, Courtney, Duncan, and Ezekiel with a pen and a pad of paper in her hands. "As of right now, we only have two items that for sure will be in here. A wave machine, as suggested by Bridgette. And a nice, blown up portrait of some of the boys looking quite dashing in pink nurses uniforms."
"I can't believe you're actually going to hang that up in here," Courtney said. The tone in her voice made it unclear whether she was upset or amused. Nevertheless, the subject was not discussed any further.
"You sure there's going to be enough space once we get that wave machine in here?" Duncan asked with a curious brow raised. His tone of voice made it seem as though he was trying to make a disapproving statement toward the surfer girl.
"We don't have to make sure there's enough space," Gwen said rather gleefully. "We're not the ones flipping the bill to make this place up. All we're doing is list the decorations that are going in."
"Aren't you just a little concerned about possibly going overboard with all this, Gwen?" Bridgette asked. "I mean, you sound as though you want to go as far as bankrupting the production."
"And that's a bad thing because..." Gwen retorted.
The others stared at Gwen for a moment. It took that one moment for a flood of memories to flash before their eyes. Unpleasant memories that resulted from their time on the island and even at the school.
"I think in this case the bad they've caused outweigh the good," Duncan noted with a shrug.
"It would be nice to come back here every day and enjoy some sort of luxurious peace," Courtney added.
"We c'ood 'oose m'oore c'ootches and chairs, eh," Ezekiel suggested. "There's barely en'oogh seats f'oor the five 'oof 'oos."
"Good point, Zeke," Gwen said, writing down the suggestion onto the notepad. "We should look up some really comfortable couches and chair sets. Throw in a few coffee tables while we're at it."
"Well, since we're in the spirit of blowing someone else's money, I suggest a big screen TV to put Owen's to shame and a PS3," Duncan declared. "Just so the rest of the guys can play and lose to me and Zeke."
"B'oot I still d'oono h'oow t'oo play, eh," Ezekiel noted in a slight whimper.
"Trust me," Duncan said. "You'll get plenty of practice through us before the present term ends."
"Okay," Gwen said, scribbling some more on the notepad. "Giant widescreen TV with a PS3. If you boys are going to bash each other in through multiplayer games, we might as well add multiple controllers and multiple copies of such games. You can get me a list of games you boys plan on playing, right Duncan?"
"Sure," Duncan replied with a shrug.
"You know, the PS3 plays Blu Ray movies," Bridgette noted. "Maybe we can throw in some movies that we can watch."
"Write down a list and we'll add them to the budget," Gwen said. She then turned to Courtney. "You got a suggestion we can run with in decorating this place, Courtney?"
Courtney thought for a moment, tapping her chin periodically. "Well..." she began to say. And then she shrugged. "We might as well throw in a Jacuzzi. What with all the luxury we already have listed."
"Only seems reasonable," Gwen agreed, writing down the suggestion on the notepad. "So we got a wave machine, blown up picture of the boys in drag, a lotta couches and chairs long with coffee tables, giant widescreen TV with PS3, and a Jacuzzi. I think we're off to a good start indeed."
"You want to add more?" Courtney asked. "You just listed what could seriously be the dream living space of any and all college dormitories. Except for the picture, that's only for girl dorms."
"Like I said, we're not paying for it," Gwen said with a wicked grin. "We should take full advantage of this opportunity to blow the production's money while we have the chance."
"You're just really hoping that by doing this we're gonna diminish Chris' pay, aren't you," Bridgette pointed out.
"That would be the goal," Gwen admitted shamelessly.
Confession Cam Decorations to date:
Dolphin Sticker on the Camera Lens, Heart-Shaped D+C Graffiti, Electric Fish on top of Z Necklace hanging from Gum on the Ceiling, Kitten Inside a Mug with Face of a Kitten Picture covering Wing Commander Poster covering Justin Headshot covering Horse Poster, 9 Movie Poster, Picture of Janet covering "Courtney vs. Harold" Flyer covering Denzel Washington Poster covering Corey Clark Poster, Portraits of Captains James T. Kirk and Jean-Luc Picard, Booby Trapped Papier-mâché Bust of Izzy with a Frito's Necklace, Toronto Maple Leafs Banner, Cushioned Chair replacement, Toronto Blue Jays Banner, Japanese Peace Lily, Sally Johnson Professional Make-Up Cabinet, Noah Voodoo Doll on top of Water Cooler, Numerous Pink Plushies with One Destroyed
Well, I certainly enjoyed my little break. A bunch of stuff going on at work, my brother got married, and there was Comic Con. The latter two were a huge blast. That's a lot of things taking time away from writing stories, including this one. But, I managed to finally get this sucker together. And the next one will hopefully be a doozy.
So far, I'm enjoying Total Drama World Tour a bit. I think they managed to figure out what didn't work with Total Drama Action and as a result are making a far better outing with the third season. Although there are hints of what's coming up that make me concerned they're going to jump right back into the pitfall they did in TDA for the sake of making drama, the one thing that I felt clearly didn't work the most.
In the meantime, keep sending in reviews, people! Reviews! And don't forget suggestions to decorate the Confession Cam with. Remember, Confession Cam I'm open for suggestions. The living space I'm working up on my own.
Next Up: Jessica takes over Challenge Night