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On to the race…

Chapter 7 Part 2 - Raging Races And A Shocking Secret!

"Rookie Raccoons, Veteran Vipers," Chris said, "now it's time to choose who will be the driver for your team..." His question left the campers in silence. "One more thing," he continued, "you may also choose a navigator. This person directs the driver to any oncoming obstacles and hazards we (as in Chris himself) plotted out on the course." The campers still did not say anything.

"You know what?" the host groaned, clenching his fists, "I'll just choose the positions myself! Derek will be the driver while Emo will be the navigator for the Rookie Raccoons. Lindsay will be the driver and Duncan will be the navigator for the Veteran Vipers."

This made everyone except the drivers and Duncan upset.

"Don't worry Duncan!" Lindsay cheered, "I've taken Drivers Ed!"

"I'm not worried Lindsay," the delinquent purred while gazing at Lindsay's uniform, "not at all..."

"Are you sure you can pull this challenge off?" Amy asked, noticing Derek's still injured ankle, "You can barely walk..."

"Who's walking?" Derek chuckled.

"So do you know how to drive?" Amy asked.

"Nope," the skater admitted while buckling his seat belt, "but you learn something new everyday."

"Hello there Derek!" Emo greeted amicably, "I'm super excited to be your navigator!"

"Ooookay then..." Derek said, weirded out.

"And if you crash this thing I'll grab the stick shift and shove it up your..." the bipolar emo snarled at him before being interrupted.

"If you're going to say what I think you're going to say, I'll rearrange your face!" Derek warned.

"I was going to say throat..." Emo scoffed in a way an emo would, "God, you're such a spaz..."

"The rookies get a five second head start since they won the designing challenge." Chris explained as the two cars pulled up to the starting line, "Ready... set... GO!"

The rookie car started down the long straight stretch at the beginning, the veteran car starting up shortly after.

"Feels awesome driving this car." Derek said, "I can't wait to start dri..." He was interrupted with a preset oil slick on the track skidding them off course. "Why didn't you tell me there was an oil slick ahead?" he argued to Emo.

"Looked just right." he groaned, "Black as the world truly is..."

Meanwhile, the veterans took this opportunity to catch up.

"Driving is easier than I thought it would be." Lindsay told Duncan, "I'm starting to get the hang of it!"

"Uh huh." The delinquent didn't listen as he bent down to look up Lindsay's mini skirt, but she didn't seem to notice. Duncan hit his head on the underside of the airbag compartment while trying to get a better view, the gap between Lindsay's legs also closing as she slammed on the brake. The two skidded on the oil slick and crashed into a tree, the blonde helping the delinquent up after they crashed.

"I'm so sorry about that Doug!" Lindsay gasped, "I didn't see that slippery muck back there."

"Whatever..." Duncan groaned, rubbing the bruise on his head, "It was totally worth it."

Further ahead, Derek spotted a halfway sign with Chris's photo. "I smell a trap..." he mused. His predictions were correct as he spotted tacks scattered along the straight stretch of road. Trusting his instincts, he pressed a random button that made a huge shovel appear out of the front bumper, effectively clearing away all of the tacks in their path.

(Cruelfessional - What A Coincidence!)

Derek - Funny how pressing a random button always seems to get you out of a fix.

Chef Hatchet - Derek's moves were totally "tacky"! Har har har!

Duncan and Lindsay

Lindsay hummed Mary Had A Little Lamb to herself while driving the uneventful first half of the track.

"Look Duncan," she cheered after she saw the halfway sign, "we're already halfway there!" She saw a bunch of tacks off to the right and swerved to the left, Duncan's head landing into her exposed cleavage. She somehow didn't notice as she swerved to the right, Duncan's head this time bouncing into a window.

"The tacks are all off to one side instead of in the middle." the delinquent observed while rubbing a second bruise on his head, "They must be ahead... Lindsay, step on it!"

"Whee!" the dumb blonde cried as the car rocketed down the curve.

"Well, everything's 10-4." Derek said further ahead, "The veterans are nowhere in sight and the finish line is in sight."

"Behind you." Emo blandly stated. The grommet checked his rear view mirror to find Lindsay and Duncan speeding up closer to them.

"I'll try to swerve them off course." Derek told his navigator, starting to swerve from left to right.

"I don't think that's working..." the mocha skinned emo pointed out, "It never does." [1]

"Why are you slowing down?" Duncan yelled at Lindsay, noticing the dropping speedometer.

"I don't want to hit them!" Lindsay argued back, "My insurance rates will go up!"

(Cruelfessional - Doesn't Come With Insurance)

Duncan - It's amazing the chick even knows how car insurance works.

"Then go around them!" the delinquent commanded, "This is a race, not the open road!" The bubbly blonde veered to the left and got up bumper to bumper with Derek and Emo.

"This is where the sparks fly!" Chris cheered at the finish line. They literally did as the two cars grinded against each other. An explosive detonated on the course, making the two cars disappeared.

"Well that's a rather unfortunate mishap." the host chuckled, making Amy scream in anger.

"You just blew up four people and you don't even care?" she shrieked, picking the host up by the collar, "If you think you're gonna get away with this, you're damn wrong mister!"

"Chill out, I don't want to get your panties in a bunch..." Chris said defensively before smirking, "Or do I?" In response to this, Amy slapped him across the face, heaving in anger.

"Jackoff." she muttered.

"Look!" Bridgette cried as she pointed towards the sky. The veteran car came sailing from the sky and landed on the finish line, breaking the tape.

Winner: Veteran Vipers

The Veteran Vipers cheered at their victory while Trent and Geoff hoisted Lindsay above their shoulders. Everyone except Duncan joined in and started chanting Lindsay's name.

"Oh come on!" the delinquent whined, "I was the navigator! Doesn't that count for something?" Bridgette turned back at him and giggled, shaking her head mockingly. Duncan clenched his fists in anger as he started swearing profusely.

Meanwhile, Derek drove the chassis of the Rookie Raccoons' car to the finish line. Emo and Derek were covered in black ash from the impact of the explosion and their hair was blown back. The chassis finally broke down after crossing the finish line.

"Rookie Raccoons, you have lost yet again, "Chris stated the obvious, "Two of the girls will be sent into the showdown, but only one will come out on top. The deliberation is tonight this time in a few hours."

"Dang, we lost." Dana sighed, "Derek, you want me to help you walk back to camp?"

"Sure thing." he said as he wiped the ash off of his face, putting his soot covered arm over Dana's shoulder, "Lead the way."

"Don't worry about getting my outfit dirty." the tomboy told the skater, "I'm going to burn it anyway."

Further up ahead, Amy and Jazz were engaged in conversation.

"I'm so tired of Ashley." the shy one said, "I swear to God, if she flirts with Fransisco in front of me one more time, I'm going to short circuit!"

"I have just the plan to get her eliminated..." the fashionista smirked, "Turn her own alliance mates against her."

"She has an alliance?" Amy asked.

"An illegal one to be exact." Jazz explained, "She's in cahoots with some of the veteran boys. If we can convince them that she's a cheat, they won't save her come deliberation time."

"How do we do that?" Amy questioned her further.

"Leave that to me..." Jazz grinned.

One Hour Later

"Hey Ashley." Jazz said back at camp, "Now would be a good oppurtunity to talk strategy."

"Excellent..." the movie star purred evilly, "We should go outside of camp so no one can hear us."

"Just what I wanted to hear." the African Canadian fashion queen said as they started their walk, "So, who do want to take out?"

"I've been thinking about Amy." Ashley admitted, "She's a strong competitor and behind that sweet, innocent smile of her's, lies someone whose goal is to drag our team to the ground."

"Very convincing..." Jazz said sarcastically, "Anyways, what do you think of the veteran boys? For example, say DJ, Duncan, and Owen."

"They're my wild cards." the blonde movie star admitted evilly, "I can use them for whatever I want, but if I lose them, it's no big deal. They're just mere kindling to my fire of victory."

"Oh, is that so?" Duncan said, popping out from behind the bush, "Thanks for letting me in on that." Ashley gasped, mortified that her secret was revealed. Soon, DJ, Owen, and finally Amy popped up from the same bush, sharing that same evil grin that Duncan had.

"I guess you can forget about being saved in the deliberation tonight." the delinquent continued, "After all, you're just going to toss us in your 'fire'." Everyone burst out laughing as Ashley ran back to camp screaming.

"Thanks for letting us in about Ashley." DJ said as he pounded fists with Amy, "I don't think she will be a problem anymore."

Deliberation

"It's that time again." Chris said, "Time to vote two girls into the showdown! First, the veteran boys have to save someone."

"First off," Trent said, "We talked it out beforehand and agreed that Amy deserves a break from the challenges. So we're choosing to save her."

Amy cheered as she received the immunity necklace, Ashley's noticeable frown only growing darker.

"Secondly," Duncan continued, "we're throwing Ashley in the showdown since she's a traitor."

"Go to hell!" the movie star snapped at her former ally.

"As for the rookie boys?" Chris asked them.

"We were going to throw in Ashley as well." Derek admitted, "But since the veterans already beat us to the task, we decided to throw in Jazz."

"What?" Jazz and Amy exclaimed simultaneously, "Why did you choose me/her?"

"In case you haven't noticed, she's so annoying." Emo told them, "Secondly, she's one of the reasons our team sucks so much."

"But she helped me rat out Ashley!" Amy argued back.

"We'll just hope for the best." Dana said, Fransisco just shrugging.

The brunette beauty sighed and turned to Jazz. "Sorry things didn't go as you planned."

"Don't worry about it girl!" the fashionista cheered, "Once I take Ashley's sorry ass out, I'll be the fashion queen of this show!" This made the entire rookie team (except Ashley and Emo for obvious reasons) chuckle."

Footnotes

[1] - When you are involved in a car chase with someone, swerving from side to side doesn't help at all. It just makes it harder to control your car, especially if you're in a crowded place. This is just my opinion that I occasionally use in my stories.

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