AN: This is going to be fun…and maybe I should put a warning that one of the characters is going to do something very mean in this chapter. And it's not who you think…

Head of household/Food competition!

                                                                                                                                               

Spot

            "Hello houseguests."

            "Hi Sarah."

            I was too busy to do more than mumble a greeting at Sarah. I was still wondering what was under the tarp lying by the pool, and why there was a large log shaped object suspended in the middle of the pool.

            "Are you ready for this week's head of household and food competition?"

            We all looked at each other, but no one said anything. And then we all started laughing.

            "Very funny, boys. Just for that, it's PB+J for this week." Sarah said, sounding a bit peeved.

            "That isn't fair!" I complained, but I was ignored as the other houseguests groaned.

            Sarah just giggled and continued on. "Dutchy, lift the tarp." She ordered, and he did so. Underneath the tarp were two long sticks with grips in the middle and two large square pads on each end.

            "You will be going up two at a time. The object of this game is to use your 'weapon' to knock your opponent off the log." Sarah explained. "Does everyone understand?"

            We all nodded. We didn't want to piss her off again or it might be PB+J for two weeks instead of just one.

            "Good. Specs and Race, you're up first. Be sure to put on the protective helmet."

            They did so (after Dutchy pulled Specs into a quick, steamy good luck kiss), and then they stumbled out onto the log. It looked shaky, but it was tied in such a way that it couldn't move that much. But there still wasn't that much room to maneuver.

            "You may begin."

            Wham!

            Specs stumbled back, shocked that Race was being so…aggressive. Race went at him again, and Specs almost fell over backwards as he took another slam to his chest.

            But now Specs had caught on. Race was going at this blindly, just hoping that a strong hit would send Specs into the pool. The next time Race made one of his wild swings, Specs ducked and it went over the top of him, and then while Race was still off balance from his own attack Specs slammed one end of his weapon into Race's legs, sending him into the cold water.

            "Specs, you will advance to the next round. Skittery and Dutchy, you're next." Sarah said. I helped Race out of the pool, and he sat by the side for a moment, the heels of his hands pressed against his eyes.

            "You aren't crying, are you?" I asked in disbelief, and he shook his head.

            "They just chlorinated the pool. It stings like hell." He muttered, and I led him away from the pool where he could sit down.

            Skittery and Dutchy stepped up, and Sarah gave them the cue. They both attacked at the same time, and they were in a lock for a few seconds before Skittery stepped back and swung again. Dutchy tried to block him, but Skittery had a whole lot more arm strength- Dutchy went over the side.

            "Spot and Bumlets, you're next." Sarah said, continuing on as Specs pulled Dutchy- whose eyes were also closed tightly against the pool chemicals- to the side. I pulled on the helmet and stepped up, and I let Bumlets take the first swing, jumping back and almost losing it just in that motion.

            I swung at him, but he took the blow and stepped forward again, and I just decided to jab him in the stomach before he got closer- and ended up sending him off when one of his feet slipped as he jumped back.

            I stepped down and helped him out of the pool, hoping I would win just so that my eyes wouldn't burn for the next ten minutes.

            "Blink and Mush, you're next." Sarah said.

            Mush smiled at Blink. "Want me to go easy on you?"

            Blink raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing that Mush could win if he went easy. "No way."

            "Okay. Don't tell me you didn't get your chance."

            That made me suspicious, but I figured that Mush was just trying to use his manipulation skills to make Blink nervous. If so, it wasn't working- Blink looked ready to win. They stepped up and Sarah gave the cue.

            Wham! Slap! Smack!

            It was all over in about the matter of a second. Mush moved quicker than I'd ever seen him move- hell, faster than I'd ever seen anyone move- and Blink took a hit to the side, the chest, and then the back of his legs, sending him into a back flip into the pool.

            All of us were gaping as Mush calmly stepped down and took off his helmet, reaching down to help Blink out of the pool.

            I had planned on winning. Now? Think not. Not up against that.

            "Second round. Specs, you're up against Spot."

            That one was easy enough. It took about five hits, but I got him off the 'log'.

            "Skittery and Mush." Sarah said, and this match was over just as quickly as the other one. Four hits in about two seconds, and Skittery was cartwheeling into the pool. There was no way I would win this, no way at all.

            Now Mush and I were the only two not rubbing our eyes every few seconds from the pool chemicals, and I wanted to stay that way.

            Wait…that was it!

            I was confident now. Oh, yes, very confident. I would win this, I knew it. I may not win fairly, but I would win.

            It was the final round, me against Mush for the head of household. And as I stepped up onto the log, I pretended to waver in my balance and I dipped one end of my 'weapon' into the freshly chlorinated pool.

            "Go." Sara said, and I had a window of about a second.

            I swung the soaked end about an inch from Mush's face, and all went as planned. The water hit him right in the eyes, and he stumbled back and stifled a moan at the obvious pain that ensued. His eyes were now shut tightly, and I had my opportunity. I swung at his legs, knocking him into the pool.

            "Congratulations, Spot…I think. You're the new head of household." Sarah said, her voice dry. I could practically feel the accusing glares as Blink pulled Mush out of the pool- everyone knew what I had done, but they couldn't do a thing about it.

            That was okay. I had the power now, and I was keeping it, no matter how unfairly I'd won it by.

            That one was for you, Itey.

                                                                                                                                               

AN: Sorry all you Spot fans…I just saw him as the type to do something like this, and it adds a whole new tension level to the house.

Also, sorry this is a very short chapter. It's what I call an 'action chapter', and those are never very long. The next few chapters should be longer, since they aren't just action…they're slightly serious. Come on, slightly…you know me.

Review, please! Next chapter…nominations and probably veto competition!