A/N: ...I didn't expect positive feedback after not updating for god knows how long O.o. Thank you.

If you didn't know already, this is my last story for Total Drama! *plays Titanic theme or some other dramatic goodbye music* Yes this is my last story for you guys who read my TD stuff. As a result I'm gonna make this my best work of all and put a ton of effort into it. Like really, I'm gonna work my ass off making this perfect for you guys. It's the least I can do as a final parting gift.

Sorry for the late update as well, I've been super busy and real life is a pain. Like really. I have like two other stories for an anime I watch (Seven Deadly Sins) that I try to update regularly, so sorry this got backlogged. But do check them out if you feel like it.

But I'll stop blathering and let you read. This chapter's already overdue. Here's my responses to reviews:

WhatTheHeck23 - I'm happy you found the prologue interesting. I thought using old terms like 'slag' and stuff that's been buried for ages would be funny. I'm glad you found amusement in them. Thank you for the kind review! :)

JustaFriend - Oh no problem for all of this. Really. I'm glad that you like and appreciate it ^w^. Consider it a final grand gesture. I'm glad you liked the prologue and first chapter and I can't deny that this story will go in depth about a lot of things (like a lot of things, hence the long chapters :P). Duncney will be explored a bit further with memories and scenes. There will be parts where Courtney also reminisces her friendship with Gwen. Not to mention she'll also think of her situation with Heather and whether doing this is right or if she'll end up as a Heather clone. Then there's all the Heather stuff I gotta fit in. That means Alejandro will be in this story, although he'll be a side character (it mainly focuses on Heather and Court). I've worked really hard on this and have a bunch of themes and ideas to fit in. I'm sure you'll enjoy the read. But I'll stop spilling out my ideas and actually let you read the new story :I

Anon - Don't worry I'm totally continuing ;). Also thanks a bunch for saying this is accurate.

Ciaratorres - Don't worry I'm gonna finish this even if it kills me!

Till next time,

D.L.D

~Courtney~

"We're over."

I somehow manage to get the words out in a civil manner as I look Duncan dead in the eye, arms folded across my chest.

After a lot of consideration on my actions from yesterday, and the fact that I'd managed to agree to work with Heather, I'd decided that it was best for me to end this relationship. This constant on-and-off relationship. Even if it hurt and I would probably beat myself up for days, telling myself that I let a good thing go, that I could fix what had happened - I found better solace in knowing I left a cheating scumbag instead of acting like what Heather said didn't exist.

As a result I'm here right now, talking to Duncan and hoping that I wouldn't explode before enacting my revenge. Before showing him how hurt I am by his betrayal, let alone Gwen. Oh I had something very special planned for them both. But right now I have to act oblivious. I have to make the breakup look like me being a bitch once again - not that I'd found out about the cheating.

Cause let's face it: Gwen and Duncan probably don't know that I know about their little arrangement. After all it was kept secret from the fear that I would explode when I found out, as a result both Gwen and Duncan kept it air tight. Too bad Heather threw a wrench into their plans. They probably would've gotten away with it longer if she hadn't dropped that bombshell.

But it's too late to turn back now.

"Wait...what?" Duncan seemed confused and slightly shocked. "You were serious yesterday?"

I can't deny that last night I may have pre-warned him about this whole finally being over thing. Emotions were high and my phone happened to be in close proximity to my hands. A few texts were bound to be sent. After all I was hurting and needed something to vent my heartache and betrayal to. So...some things were said that can be taken as maximum bitchiness towards my douchey ex. Although it wasn't uncalled for so that's a start.

"Yeah...we just don't click anymore," I say with a sheepish smile. It then darkens, my tone dropping into a displeased tone. "Plus I'm over your whole delinquent routine."

That seemed to have struck a chord as many named that as the reason why we'd gotten together. The classic cliche of bad boy attracting straight-A good girl. The thing we all expected at least one couple within a high school this big to do. And yet I just said I was over it. That I didn't care anymore.

Cause I didn't.

Well at least I was telling myself I didn't. Instead I hid the denial behind the seething rage and hurt, instead taking satisfaction from knowing that they'll get what's coming for them.

But that phrase seemed to say it all for Duncan, as he rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"That's great cause I was over your preppiness," He chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He probably wasn't taking me seriously. Again. Well reality will hit him soon enough - along with a side of revenge best served cruel. "I've been waiting for you to say those magical words for days now."

"Oh stuff it Duncan," I huff, turning away from him. "You're the one who was ga-ga over me."

Oh that was true. Even Gwen noted that. Gothy boyfriend stealing Gwen. Just thinking about her I want to rip her face off and - Stay calm Courtney! You can't let your anger get in the way. Yes, it'll ruin your plans. Anger isn't good, you need to act calm and slightly bitchy or perhaps petty to pull this off. Gothball Gwen and Douchebag Duncan won't see it coming for miles if you act calm and collected. Calm and collected. Just act calm and collected. Mature.

Yes, you're way better than acting like a rampaging gorilla.

"Yeah right, I was just aiming to win a bet," Duncan's remark matched mine, snapping me from my mantra and obviously playing this whole situation off as nothing big. Typical Duncan. If only he knew that this would lead to his downfall. His own pathetic downfall. But of course Duncan didn't know, because he's just a big neanderthal underneath that massive 'charm' of his. That damn charm... I wonder how many other girls he's used that 'charm' against.

Probably thousands if I had a guess.

"That's what they all say," I state the words calmly and clearly, already walking away. I add an eye roll for effect as I turn away. "Grow up Duncan."

I was over this all - well pretending to be anyway. If I'm doing that, then I need to act as if he's being immature. As if Duncan's some big kid and I'm an adult who's tired of his stupid antics. As if I didn't care. So I ignored the seething sea of emotions within me, hiding behind an innocent smile as I walked further and further away. Further and further from listening to my heart, and closer and closer to payback.

To cold, hard payback.

"Couldn't have put it better myself, princess!" He called after me, no doubt signature smirk on display as he found a way to cut through my thoughts. Again. A talent Duncan always had to match with that look. A look that persuaded me to do so many things and take so many risks. I can't count the times that Duncan's managed to rope me into some of his schemes, reluctance soon fading into expectancy as time went by.

But then Gwen happened. Boyfriend-stealing Gwen...

Growling slightly I ball my fists, no longer having to keep up the charade of mature 'over the relationship' girlfriend.

"Dick," A grumble escaped as I went out of earshot, mind already forming the plans for my revenge and forgetting about the relationship I've just left.

~Heather~

I grumble as I lean against the lockers, waiting for Miss CIT to arrive from dumping her boyfriend. As always she was taking ages and I was left to rely on someone who can't do something as greatly as I can. In fact I give it a few seconds before she comes storming in here, all gorilla mode instead of the calm and collected person she's meant to be if she wants to pull this off successfully. Look I'll even count.

One...

Two...

Thre -

Just on cue, Courtney bursts in and her face says it all. Anger was evident, brows furrowed and face pinched as she more or less marches up to me. Like I predicted her calm facade melted as soon as she was out of Duncan's eye and earshot. Such a pathetic and idiotic way to be. Doesn't anyone know that you have to wear that role around everyone for it to be perceived as real? If you just walk around acting one way around certain people, it won't get you anywhere. In fact someone else will put the pieces together and would most likely warn who you're trying to get back at.

Then your plans would fall apart.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I approach the pissed off Courtney and place a supportive hand on her shoulder. Also by supportive I mean acting as if I care about her feelings, when I don't really give a fuck. In fact I think she knows that as she doesn't even thank me for the support and instead nudges my hand away.

"Um, Rude," I roll my eyes as I take in the sight, knowing that Court was gonna need a lot of work. Can you believe she's refusing my help? Even if it's fake she should be grateful that I'm even paying attention to her. I don't offer emotional support to just anyone after all. "You need to get a grasp on those stupid emotions of yours or you're going to get us caught."

"Yeah right, he fell for it," She scoffed, eyes still narrowed as her foot tapped against the linoleum floor. Basic, brown Courtney was still giving off a pissed persona, only making it more obvious that something happened before she got here. "They're both too stupid to realise that I know."

To that I sigh, knowing that she was being way too arrogant. Sure Gothy and Dunkin Doughnuts were complete morons, incapable of understanding schemes and all that basic shit, but they still weren't brain dead. If someone were to give them a little message or warning about me and Courtney, then we'd be done for and my perfect plans and careful crafting would all go up in smoke. That was something I was aiming to avoid when recruiting CIT, but if she continues like this then she's just as liable as Lamebrain Lindsay.

I cannot let that happen.

"But they're not complete retards Courtney," I calmly remind her, although my grip on her shoulder doesn't resemble that. In fact I can feel my nails digging lightly but still firmly, onto her jumper. "People talk and therefore people know. If you keep going around as if you're going to explode after talking to either of them, then you'll end up giving us away."

I then release her at that, hearing a slight indignant sniff as she looked at her shirt beneath the jumper. Courtney then turned to me, face slightly calmer but still showing some storminess. However that could be passed from having spoken to me. I am known to be a mythic bitch after all. I'm the worst of the worst and therefore a pain to be around. The perfect cover for today's 'episode' as I'll call it.

"Fine, I understand," The words come out low and slightly pissed. The brunette then fixed her shirt, a small grimace forming as she glanced at me. "But can we at least go over the plan? I need to know how everything's gonna go."

The plan. Oh yes the plan.

That was why I was waiting for Ms CIT to finish up with her whole dumping Duncan thing. I wanted to discuss what we were going to do for our first course of action. After all I have quite a few juicy things planned. Juicy meaning that it'll be crushing and humiliating for both Gwen and Courtney. Not to mention getting Lebomba involved in the crossfire. This whole thing was definitely going to be entertaining.

"Of course," A cat-like smirk makes its way onto my face as I take Courtney by the shoulders. "I'd like nothing more than that."

~Courtney~

It was Algebra and luckily for Heather it was a cover lesson. That meant I had time to finish all my work and talk to her about her plan against Duncan and Gwen. Not that I believed Heather's plan was all about Duncan and Gwen either. In fact I didn't trust her that much. Not at all. She was too shady after all, and therefore a huge liability. As a result I had to keep my cards close and act as if I didn't know the first thing about doing any of this. That way I could know all of Heather's plans and MOs, making it easier to catch her out and pin the blame on her. Then my image would be protected and everyone would hate her even more.

The perfect way to prove to everyone not to mess with me.

I'm tired of being used. I'm tired of being seen as a perfect student. I'm tired of everyone seeing me as crazy A-type Courtney. I wanted to reinvent myself, to make a new image that presented me as a total boss and badass. I wanted to be something that people feared and respected, but respected more than feared. I wanted to be Heather but better. Not that I want to be Heather. I just want her standing at the top of the school food chain. That's all.

"So..." Heather trailed off, a grin in place as her pen tapped against her chin. "You got anything you wanna do to them specifically? Any plots in general?"

Her tone was eager. Very eager. It seemed off character for the usual know-it-all bitchy Heather. She didn't usually ask for personal input with things she knew how to run and do. Heather did it all on her own. She was a one woman show and most definitely a feared one at that.

Slipping into thought, I chew my lip as I consider the best ways to spread news among the school. There were so many sources, courtesy of our weirdo principal, and so it was easy to suggest something that I'd wanted to save for Gwen. It was the school's gossip column, a successful thing run by Sierra Campbell. Sierra was more or less the school's stalker and knew everything about everyone and so would spread any news she received. As a result she was perfect for this.

"The gossip column," I let the words out clearly, jotting something down on a spare piece of paper. "We could expose some of their secrets or even the fact that they - you know."

I hurriedly passed Heather the paper, shaking my head vigorously as I no longer wanted to hold it. The subject of the cheating was still tender and even though I didn't want anyone to know I knew, tears couldn't help but form. I was still human after all and the feeling of betrayal and heartache was strong. Too strong.

It took all I had to stare at my finished work, hiding my glassy eyes from the class as I 'focused' on the numbers. The blurring, swimming numbers. An arm came to paw at my eyes, swiping at tears that quickly replaced themselves. Pesky, annoying tears...

"Hey, it's ok," Heather's tone had softened, no doubt another ploy to gain my trust. A hand rested on my shoulder once more, the grip more comforting than soft. "They'll get what's coming to them. I promise."

Heather's face was clear at that, a small smile in place and hard grey eyes unusually sympathetic. It caused me to sniff slightly, the shock snapping me out of the emotions catching up. Another wipe at my eyes and I was soon ok, mind settled on the plan more than buried and neglected emotions.

"I know," My tone wavered slightly, but a chuckle came out strong. "And I can't wait for it."

Heather nodded at that, pride seeming to brew as she gave me a smile. A genuine smile from the looks of it, but my mind was too muddled to make out if it was. After all Heather was a master manipulator and so was great at seeming to be something she wasn't. For all I knew she could be plotting my downfall while giving me such an innocent and supporting smile, pretending to be there for but really being against me.

That made my slight smile die as I went to the spare papers and wrote on another one. If I couldn't trust Heather, then that meant I was really all alone on this plan. Not only that but I was really all alone. No-one was really there for me. My friends were all gone due to them most likely knowing about Gwen and Duncan, while I'd lost my boyfriend and simultaneously my best friend. I had no-one aside from this fake as plastic bitch and even then I couldn't trust her.

I couldn't trust anyone. I couldn't rely on anyone.

And realising that made me feel more lonely then ever.

Lunchtime. A time where I would usually be brimming with relief and would catch some downtime with my friends, but now I didn't know if I could sit with them. After all the huge elephant of the cheating had been revealed and I wasn't ready to dance around anyone knowing about that detail. Plus I didn't know which of them had known about it all along. For all I know, they all could've known about the cheating and so I didn't know who to sit with as well as trust.

"Hey Courtney!" Heather called over to me, fake smile on display as she watched me hesitating with my lunch tray. Unusual behaviour considering the fact that she'd told me to act normal. Normal for Heather meant that she didn't call anyone over to sit at her table. But now she was being nice to me. A total sign that something was up. "Come sit with us!"

The other people at her table raised confused brows at that, some seeming to welcome the idea, while others were just confused. I was one of the confused ones, hesitating halfway between my usual table and the one filled with popular kids who were clones of one another in a way.

"Why are you hesitating between them and us?" Leshawna frowned at me, getting up and most likely ready to drag me towards her table. She wore her usual no-nonsense expression, brows furrowed and hoop earrings on display. "You know we're all friends here. Screw the messy breakup with Stringbean!"

Oh...so they all knew about the breakup now. This was definitely going to be an awkward lunch, maybe even socially suicidal if I opted to sit with them. After all my excuse was that I was dating Duncan and that I was friends with some of them. However now those excuses were a little slim, and many thought I could easily weasel out of sitting at their table. Heather seemed to be one of those people as she got to me first, firmly gripping my arm.

"No, she's sitting with us," The Queen of the Populars pulled me towards me table, a look of dignity and authority on her face. She then turned to me, a smile on her face. "You prefer it, right Courtney?"

I didn't answer, still confused and chewing my bottom lip more than I ever had. This was a bad idea. A really bad idea - Heather would be declaring war by doing this. There was no way me going to sit at the Popular table would go down as 'normal'. Everyone would know something was up and then two and two would click paired with my recent breakup. They'd all know what's going to happen. Then everything would crumble after that.

All I could hear in my mind was an endless loop of 'fucks' as I think about how Heather was messing everything up. She was more or less throwing her whole plot away, this one scenario giving everything away.

"Fuck that," Leshawna rolled her eyes, yanking me back to her side. "Court's sitting with us, Queen bitch!"

My lunch tray had nearly dropped with the sudden yank backwards, fast reflexes ultimately saving my meal. I frowned slightly as I caught the tray, ready to send a harsh response to both when I was yanked by Heather once again. This caused me to frantically balance my tray again.

"What did you just call me, ghetto girl?" Her tone had dropped to venomous, grey eyes narrowed at the bronze-skinned teen before her. A sign that she a few seconds to give that back.

However Leshawna scoffed at that, yanking me back. Her expression said it all.

"You heard me."

To that Heather growled, yanking me back and causing a full out yank war. I went between both sides, lunch tray desperately being saved and focused on more than my arms. My poor tortured arms. However lunch was more important than breaking this up, and saving my arms, but the yanking was seriously pissing me off. It was hurting me after all and risking my lunch! So the more and more I was yanked, the more I wanted to yell something. It was when my lunch tray fell, food spilling on the floor, that I snapped.

"I'm not sitting with either of you!" I rip my arms from their loose grasps, brows furrowed and mouth in a permanent frown. "And you're paying for my lunch!"

Anger filling my senses, I storm out of the cafeteria. Tears were forming, threatening to spill due to the shitty day I'd been having, however I don't let them out until I reach the nearest toilet cubical. It was then I let them out, emotions finally allowed to full spill as no-one was around to judge or stop me.

~Heather~

"Upset Courtney, complete."

I can't help but smile as I file my nails, lunch already done and mind bored of watching the commoners of the school. Thanks to my quick thinking, I managed to slip a note to Courtney while also making her look like a self-destructive force to the rest of the school. A person that was totally going through some mental shit and as a result was someone the masses needed to avoid. Someone they needed to tread carefully around or end up upsetting or enraging.

Just perfect.

"But why would you want Catherine to be upset?" Lindsay frowned slightly, taking a bite from her sandwich. "Isn't she, like, totally involved in your latest plan or something?"

She gets an eye roll and sigh in response, me actually taking the effort to stop filing my nails to look her in the eye. Like actually in the eye. It's the only way I can get blonde barbie here to listen properly, otherwise she ends up hearing it and forgetting in a span of five seconds. Just like a goldfish - no goldfish actually take after her. She's really that moronic and forgetful.

"She is," I say the words simply, my smile growing as I go back to filing my nails. Occasional glances are spared at the blonde as I continue. "But that doesn't mean she's important. Courtney's simply a scapegoat in this all. A tool. But for it to happen, you need to keep your mouth shut about my plan. 'Kay?"

I raise a brow at her as I say this, still filing but taking in her expression. Her dopey, innocent expression. Lindsay always wore the dumbest expressions and to be honest it matched with her ditzy, bubble-brained mind and appearance. But sometimes Lindsay being a complete bimbo grew annoying. Very annoying. Right now is a prime example of that. I'm trying to tell her something important and she's simply humming and wrapping a strand of hair around her finger, most likely attempting to curl the ends slightly. As if hair can be curled by a finger alone.

"Mkay," She eventually answers when she catches my gaze. Innocent blue meet hard grey and I spot her smile falter slightly. A sign that I've put her on edge. Good. It's soon after this Lindsay releases a sigh, adjusting her headband of the day. It was baby pink, oddly going with her bag. Yuck. Pink's a tacky colour, I'd rather die than have it anywhere on me. "Just be nice to her, ok? Catherine's nice when you get to know her."

Lindsay then got up from the table, pink and white bag in tow as her pencil skirt attracts a trail of horny boys. Boys that stared and stared at her behind, eyes more or less signalling their thoughts, but knowing that they couldn't get dibs in a place as open as this. It would only cause issues and the punishment from the teachers wasn't worth a single grope. Not from someone like Lindsay. Yet one desperate soul still went for an ass grab. All Lindsay did was giggle in return. Giggle. She didn't throw a punch, or threaten to give him an early vasectomy - Lindsay giggled.

Man that girl was a whore.

That or she had no idea what sexual harassment was. My bet is strongly for the second as she enjoyed that odd behaviour and told me that they were 'just being nice'. God this school is full of idiots. It makes me wonder how I even ended up in a shithole like here. How I even end up working with any of these brain dead fools.

Releasing a sigh, I get up from my table. Now would be a good time to talk to my source, after all she's one of the few I can depend on here.

The newspaper club. One of the clubs within the whole school that are renowned for being the only geeky club that Populars have an interest in. The newspapers freaks were the only people who covered all media within crappy Wawanakwa High and so were valued by a lot of students. They helped to edit the year book, organise prom and social events, promote ideas and clubs and even had stories that were actually interesting. Not that I read the school paper, I just used it for the bonuses.

The infamous Gossip Column was one of them.

The school Gossip Column was run by Sierra Campbell. She was the stalker of the school, more or less knowing everything about everyone. Despite this she still had a suggestion box, that more or less offered others the chance to expose fellow students. Somehow our principal allowed this kind of thing to go on and so the Gossip Column was utilized by all looking for a way to promote status. It was more or less the key of the school, and so it's chief in editing was respected.

Well tolerated in my case.

"Sierra!" I welcome her with a smile, a hug being given as per the standard. Like always I made sure to bring a bag of her favourite imported cookies from some British company. She said they were super rare and so she treasured them like crazy. As a result I used them as a payment for dirt.

"Hey Heather!" A tight squeeze was given, stalker girl having some insane strength despite her bookwormish and computer-screen tendencies. She released me after a minute, hands going back to typing as she edited an article. "So what brings you to my domain once again? You finally ready to fess up to Al?"

Embarrassingly, a blush forms at that. However it's not with a smile or even the slightest sigh of agreeing. Instead it comes with a slight frown, the bag of British cookies in my bag suddenly seeming like the perfect thing to smash in revenge for such a comment. After all how can she even insinuate that I like that Spanish turd! He's even worse than Duncan, let alone all of the other trashbags from this school.

I wouldn't go out with Alejandro if my life depended on it, and so I made that clear.

"No," A rather harsh cough comes from me, my eyes averting from the purple-haired reporter. My arms fold across my form as I sniff, feeling indignant. "I wouldn't even date him if he were the last man on Earth. I came for something else."

Sierra gave out a sigh, pushing herself out from the desk her laptop was at. Purple braids moved with her headphones as she paused whatever she was listening to and rested an arm over her desk. Once again she was going to give me a lecture on love and how I shouldn't waste the opportunities I'm given. That's all she ever goes on about with the subject of Alejandro and I'm beginning to feel like she's just projecting her sad nerd love feelings towards Cody onto me.

"Of course you did," Sierra rolled her eyes, unzipping her backpack. She produced a notebook letters from a magazine cut and stuck on the front. It was her version of the Binder of Secrets. "You just want dirt again don't you? Then you'll be off to make yet another nasty plot."

The Binder of Secrets was a project I created with Sierra. We both had our own copies and within each one was our own set of rumors and juicy gossip. Sierra's Binder usually had the worst of the worst, while mine was more rumors and shallow stuff. Sierra was the one out of us two to get the childhood trauma or secret level stuff of dirt, while I had the more recent and incriminating ones. Either way both of our Binders were dangerous and together they were unstoppable.

"Well that was the aim when we made these things," I huff slightly, chucking the bag of imported cookies into her desk. "I bet you'll shut up with payment though."

Sierra looked at the cookies, a slight smile forming before she nodded. Although her eyes betrayed her slightly as she opened up the Binder, stopping at the index and raising a brow. She's probably gonna do something now - or bring up her stupid love theory again. Something tells me she'll never get past that.

"Can you at least consider telling Alejandro this time?" It comes out as a plea, brown eyes seeming enlarged as she pouted slightly. "You know I'm a sucker for romance and you two are the ultimate power couple! Plus everyone knows you're smitten!"

A death glare is sent and Sierra ends up sighing once again, her expression annoyed as she rests her chin on her palm. There was no way she's getting that sort of result. I don't care if she fantasizes about me and Alejandro being a power couple; nor do I care about her wanting me to date him. There's no feelings and he's a complete douche, therefore there will never be a Heather and Alejandro relationship. Only a Heather and power one.

"Just go to the Courtney page, Sierra!" I end up snapping at her, walking to her desk to open her bag of cookies. I take one and eat it in front of her, face determined. This causes a gasp and I smirk, satisfied with the reaction. "It's that or I eat all your stupid British cookies."

"Fine," Sierra bits her lip, expression reluctant as she flips to the Courtney pages. "What do you wanna know, Heather?"

A smirk cracks at this, wide and cunning as I know exactly what I wanted. Exactly what would make my plan work.

"I want to know everything."