Hey Everyone wasn't sure about posting as I was taking a break from writing. I already had this written for a while but never posted because i was going to add to it, but I am now posting this chapter as it deserves some love and attention. That I have written a couple of Rogan x-men one shots recently so time to get back to the keyboard and write some more for this story. I would also Like to give a big thanks to isabellari5176, purpleprincess22 and chey721 for their support.
Disclaimer: don't own the show or characters.
Enjoy working on chapter 3 now ;)
It has been a few weeks since the beginning of the second season of total drama and already tensions were rising. Not to mention Trent was becoming obsessive over gwen. For the goth teen it was becoming difficult to handle, even more when her and Chris had a blow out after Gwen had given Trent her necklace for good luck when he chose it over winning the challenge.
Rolling over Gwen snuggled deeper into the soft pillow. A loud obnoxious sound startled her awake. "AHHHH," the teen fell to the floor. She rubbed her face as she groggily walked over to what was making the horrid sound. As though being hit by a semi truck the previous night's events rammed to the forefront of her mind, the teen goth groaned. The couple had made up and Gwen agreed to spend the night with Chris in his trailer. The teen went to wake her boyfriend to tell him she was heading out, as her eyes landed on the empty spot on his bed. Sighing she held up a hand to call out…
"If YOU WANNA Be my lover…." Chris's voice rang through the trailer. Gwen rolled her mocha eyes, of course he was up. Once the sixteen year old entered the bathroom, slipping into the shower, she placed her smaller hands to the 24 year olds bare toned back. A shrill scream echoed throughout the small bath. Using the shower walls for support the teen laughed. A mumbled "well good morning to you too." A good two minutes of laughter and Gwen started helping him wash, in return he did the same.
The couple relaxed on the now made bed, sharing sweet nothings, as the two did not want to leave. A sly smile spread across teal lips as she pulled Chris down by his collar. "WOAH." he shouted out. She was now stretched out on top of him, laughter brightening her dark eyes. He groaned, "if you wanted to be top all you had to do was ask." wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Mocha orbs rolled, the goth climbed off and headed for the trailer door so she could return to the contestants' trailers before anyone noticed she was gone. The goth hadn't made it halfway to the door as Chris's hands encircled her wrist, tugging her backwards into his toned chest. "Be careful, k'ay" he whispered against her hair, placing a soft kiss on the girl's temple. Gwen raised a hand to his stubbled check, "No worries," placing a peck on the host's lips.
Walking past the amphitheatre, Gwen was pulled backwards into a secluded and shrubbed area. About to scream, a large hand covered the goth's mouth. "Now, now, Gwen wouldn't want McLean to wake up." her body went limp in the person's arms, paling upon realization of who owned the voice. "Trent?!" she muffled against the boy's hand. "Oh, Gwen, don't act all surprised." he purred, bringing his mouth over her ear, dragging his tongue along her earshell. Freaking out the goth began to struggle against the iron grip Trent held her in. After 10 minutes of struggling, panic began to set in, with the sound of a zipper being pulled. Gwen passed out shortly after.
Through the next week of challenges Gwen did everything she could to avoid Trent, without letting on what had happened to her.
Today was the first of a new week of challenges. Early in the morning Gwen slipped out of the trailer heading toward the amphitheatre. The goth sat in the bleachers, her eyes focused on the stage, though her stare was dull, blank as if she was far away.
The goth shook violently when a hand was placed on her shoulder. "Woah! Chill pasty." A green mohawk entered the goths line of sight. Breathing in short shallow breaths she tried to calm herself. Confused, Duncan opened his mouth to ask what was up with her. "STOP HIDING PUNK, YOU got a challenge to do." Chef's gruff voice barked out, while the man hoisted up the teen punk by the back of his shirt. "WOAH!" Duncan exclaimed, "I wasn't hiding."