Undeclared Future
Chapter Two (2/?)
Written by: Jen
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: PG-13

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Alyssa sat on her bed, several notebooks splayed about, one opened to a journal entry from when her mother had first been diagnosed with cancer. She let out a quiet laugh as her fingers trailed over a picture of her mother that she had pasted on the page. She didn't look sick. She could've sworn there were no warning signs, no symptoms. But she knew there were.

They'd both just looked past them.

"What are you doing?" Laura spoke slowly, intruding on the moment that she was having. She closed her eyes shortly. She was in a house, with eight other people, but wasn't it a general courtesy to knock before entering someone else's room? She sighed.

"Nothing."

"Obviously you're doing something." She continued to press as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"And obviously it's none of your business." Danny spoke from the door with a raised eyebrow, having been watching the way Alyssa tensed around Laura. She got to them all.

Laura scowled, her nose wrinkling in distaste at his intrusion. "We were just talking, Danny. Bonding, even."

"Oh really?" Danny grinned slowly at her.

"Really." Alyssa spoke after a long moment, looking up from the notebook and speaking, her eyes twinkling slightly, for the first time in weeks. "I was about to bond her mouth with super glue."

"I have some in my dresser." He trailed off slowly, unable to fight the smile that had worked its way on his lip.

"You two aren't good for each other." Laura stated suddenly. "Not at all." And with that, she left the room.

"Thanks for saving me from. that." Alyssa laughed quietly as she looked down.

Danny simply shrugged his muscled shoulders. "No problem, we all know what it's like to be under Laura's wrath." He laughed softly before sitting on the bed beside her.

Alyssa nodded. "You're right." She stated softly, chewing on her lip slowly as she closed her notebook. "Nervous about dinner tonight?" She asked him softly. Tonight, the contestants would go to dinner with the trainers, and immediately following their meal, they would make their cut.

"No, I'm not nervous. I don't think that I'll be leaving. And if I do, then it was just that time for me. It won't be the end from me."

Alyssa nodded again. "Wanna know something?" She felt a smile creep across her lips slowly. "I hope it's Laura." At her statement, they both laughed and she shook her head. "You better go so I can get ready to go. I'll see you at dinner."

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Through the majority of the dinner, Alyssa remained silent, slowly picking at her food. Her stomach was churning. She let out a slow breath, pushing the food around in circles with her fork.

"Should the cook be offended?" Al asked her before she mustered a small smile, slowly shaking her head.

"Then eat." Mark spoke, his deep tone leaving no room for disagreement. She ignored the tone completely. He must be used to people scrambling to complete any demands that he should have.

"I'm not hungry." She shrugged minimally, glancing over at Danny for a short moment and then back at Mark as he began to speak again.

He shrugged his shoulders slowly. "I'm not your father, so I won't press."

Alyssa simply bit her lip before picking up her glass and taking a small sip of the Sprite. She looked around the table slowly, seeing the nearly empty plates.

"You have nothing to worry about." Alyssa's roommate, Riley assured her. "You're their golden girl." She whispered before the two girls laughed softly, Alyssa slowly shaking her head.

"Golden girl? I don't think I'd agree right there." She continued to smile amusedly, looking up when she heard Big began to speak. Silently, she placed her fork down on the near full plate of food.

"I think you all know what I'm up here to tell you." He began, his eyes scanning over them slowly. "It's time for us to tell you who we've cut. As this competition goes on, each cut is more difficult, because you're all improving and you all have a unique talent within yourselves. Without further ado. Al." He smirked lightly at Al, who laughed softly.

"Of course, you couldn't spare me the honor could you?" He shook his head slowly, obviously amused before speaking. "Alright, guys, instead of dragging this out I'm just going to tell you who's going to be packing their bags when we get back from dinner: Laura, it's been great having you. but, you just didn't have what it takes. I'm sorry."

Alyssa's eyes slowly moved to Danny's; forcing herself not to grin in thanks of her soon to be absence. Finally. She was leaving. She'd been nothing but a nuisance lately. She definitely wasn't sorry that she was leaving.

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"What was that?" Mark spoke, his tone one of disbelief.

"That was a-" Alyssa's forehead instantly creased as she was cut off by the large man of 6'10".

"No. What was that?" He shook his head in disapproval as he stepped over the top rope and into the ring with the girl who had a much smaller frame than he. "There was nothing behind that. There are plenty of people who would be willing to take your place. So, you either step up and put something behind your movements. Put some kind of passion and energy into it. If not." He trailed off slowly, his finger pointing directly at the exit. "The door's that way."

Alyssa's jaw clenched tightly at his firm, seemingly angry criticism. And for that instant that she listened to the criticism against her, of her "lack of passion" she considered leaving. She considered walking out of the door, and leaving behind what she had promised her mother. This was the man that she was supposed to get to know. This was the man that she had promised she would meet, she promised she would try to get to know who he was. Who he really was. But it had to be honest.

The fight would be worthless if everyone knew. They'd all point fingers, spout about favoritism. No. It was better if she waited. Now wasn't the time.

She sighed inwardly, her neck craned slightly because Mark was standing so close to her, studying her intently. "Alright." She spoke quietly, before seeing him silently nod. Slowly, she ran a hand over the back of her neck as Al began to speak.

"Okay." Al pursed his lips together slowly. "Alyssa, out of the ring. Riley you're in."

Thankfully, Alyssa obliged and sunk silently into her chair, running her hands over her face, in a rough manner. How was she going to do this?

She wasn't quite sure, not yet anyhow, but she was determined to figure out what role this man would play in her future.