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Okay, let's carry on.

Today's the day.

I'm a bit nervous… okay, really fucking nervous but I can't back out now. I had to get up at four in the morning in order to get ready to leave. I heard the alarm blaring through my ears and, in the midst of frustration at the irritating sound, I pushed it off my night table with force. I heard the loud crash as soon as it hit the floor. I sat up on my bed and rubbed my eyes.

This day will be the first in my journey to change my life for the better—to clear my conscience. I smiled slightly to myself. Yeah, this is good.

I'm going to erase those thoughts of nervousness and replace them with excitement and anticipation. I know I've done bad in the past but I'm going to fix it. After all, I'm a good person and, hopefully, this season will show the world, my haters and Courtney who I really am.

I looked to my side and stared at the floor where my injured alarm clock now laid… fuck it, I'll get a new one once I win the prize money.

I finished my routine for the morning, made sure my hair was perfect—but not too perfect, and put on my regular goth apparel. I felt really apprehensive about how I looked. It's been a year since TDWT and I haven't changed much.

I still rock my black and blues, my hair is still around the same length and everything! My body still looks the same. I've always been on the skinnier side; I tended to be a bit insecure about it. I still had slight curves but I wouldn't say it was anything out of this world. Sometimes I think I'm too skinny, and that my skin's too pale and that—

"Gwen, your boyfriend's here!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs.

Duncan had mentioned he was going to come over in the morning so when we were picked up to go to the airport, we could just go together. I said yes even though I could've gone another hour of peace and quiet to myself… oh well. It was better than having the driver make multiple stops.

Multiple stops. Whenever I was going to participate in a season of Total Drama—with the exception of Total Drama Action—the driver always picked up the people in the surrounding area and then drove everyone to the airport. Duncan and I lived in Vancouver so it was easier for him to just come to my house. I heard a contestant from the newer cast lived near too; I think his name was Lighting. I saw some of the last season; Total Drama was actually an entertaining show when you're not participating.

Courtney lived near too; she lived in Burnaby. It was way smaller than here in the city and only half an hour away. I always thought about just going there and apologizing to Courtney but I didn't know her address and the producers of the show wouldn't give it to me. I'm sure if I asked Duncan he would know… but whenever I brought her up in a conversation, he got really annoyed and changed the subject.

Anyways, I made my way downstairs to find Duncan sitting on the couch on his phone with his feet up on the coffee table. I saw my mom in the corner of my eye looking at Duncan with concern, most likely because he put his dirty ass shoes on her clean coffee table.

Duncan looked up from his cellphone,"What's up, babe? Looking good".

"Dude, get your shoes off the coffee table" I rolled my eyes but smiled so he doesn't think I'm being bitchy and sat down next to him.

I gave him a small peck on the lips and asked him what time the driver's supposed to come.

"Um it's six now and our flight's at eight so they'll be here in a few. With that being said…" he pulled me to his lap and whispered in my ear, "you wanna make out?"

I grabbed his face and we made out for what felt like forever but it was probably a minute or two. I pulled away as I heard a honk outside, "That must be for us. Can you get my luggage from my room?"

Duncan groaned and pulled me off his lap. He got off the couch and made his way to my room mumbling something like "always have to ruin the moment" and "why do I have to?".

What a baby.

I headed to the kitchen where my mom and brother were. "Guys, I'm about to leave."

My mom ran over to hug me tightly. "Oh your brother and I are going to miss you so much."

"Don't worry mom, I'll be back before you know it" I smiled into the hug. I really was going to miss her.

My brother made sure to add, "You better be back with a million dollars".

I let go of my mom and went to briefly hugged him, "Of course".

"Come on, babe! The driver's going to leave us" I heard Duncan yell from outside. I let go of my brother, gave them a small wave and headed outside.

I didn't know what I was expecting. Some part of me thought "the contestants have made the Total Drama series so popular—we should be treated like stars; part of which includes being met with a limousine to go to our destinations". But this was a show hosted by Chris McLean so it made sense that the vehicle sent to pick us up would be a small, beat up, ugly ass, olive green van. It was the type of van my mother always told me to stay away from. As I got closer, I saw that the back was filled with luggage and there was little place to sit. The only seats available were the passenger seat and a seat next to, I held my breath for a moment, Courtney.

Lighting took the space near the window and Courtney sat in the middle; my only options were next to her or in the front.

My idiot boyfriend looked at me and grinned with a mischievous glint in his eye, "I call shotgun!"

Okay, scratch my previous statement. It seemed like I have only one place to sit.

Duncan ran over to the passenger side door and hopped in. I slid the van door open and sat next to the C.I.T. Once I did, I saw and felt the side of her thigh touch mine. Courtney was gifted with a curvy figure; she had long legs, thick thighs, wide hips… I quickly shifted my eyes to her face, which proved to be pointless considering she had her eyes set on the road ahead.

The chauffeur started his journey and an uncomfortable silence dawned. I looked towards the front and saw that Duncan had put his headphones on and was listening to his rock music. I glanced to the side and saw Lighting on his phone and Courtney… Courtney was looking ahead at the road with an unwavering glare.

I cleared my throat a bit before I spoke; my mouth felt dry all of a sudden. "Um so, hi Courtney… haven't seen you in a while".

She stared at me for a second then gazed forward again at the road, ignoring my words.

I spoke up once more with anxiousness, "How have you been? It's been like a year since I've seen you". I chuckled nervously trying my best to dilute this awkward ass conversation.

Courtney doesn't shift her head but mumbles, "Not long enough if you ask me…"

I sat back feeling a bit defeated and turned to look at the window for the remainder of the ride.

Urgh! I shouldn't have said anything, of course she didn't want to talk to me. She thought I stole her boyfriend—which, again, is not true. She probably won't want to talk to me at all now. What was I even thinking? "haven't seen you in a while" …what type of bullshit is that? Of course, we haven't seen each other… she fucking hates me! Now I probably brought up the memories of the last time we saw each other into her head. The memories of me allegedly betraying her…

Fuck! I started to rub my face. I'm such an idiot.

The chauffeur interrupts my self-berating and shouts, "we're here. Grab your boarding passes and get out!"

He kind of reminded me of Hatchet. I shivered at the thought of seeing him again—not because I'm scared of him or anything, but the amount of times I've seen him in an inappropriate, revealing costume is more than enough to warrant a lobotomy.

Duncan took two boarding passes and the driver passed back the other two to Courtney, one of which she gave to Lighting. Duncan, Lighting and I opened our respective van doors and walked to the back of the vehicle to retrieve our suitcases.

Duncan retrieved both of ours. I gave him a small kiss and thanked him.

"Anything for you babe", he replied with a wink. I giggled a bit before grabbing my suitcases but before I could make my way to baggage claim, I saw that Courtney was having a hard time getting her suitcase out of the van.

I dropped my stuff and ran to help her, "here Courtney, I got you!"

"No, I do not need your help!" The C.I.T. exclaimed.

I didn't take no for an answer and started pulling her suitcase out of the trunk. I finally got it out but… I really should've taken no for an answer.

The suitcase sprung open and some of her clothes fell out. "Court, I am so so sorry. I was just trying to help!"

"Yeah and look what good your 'help' did!" I could see the rage in her eyes and felt so small and hopeless.

Duncan came out of nowhere and defended me, "Hey, she was trying to help! Cut her some slack for fuck's sake".

She glared at Duncan, turned around, started picking up her clothes, and cramming it into her suitcase. Lighting walked towards her with a frilly lilac bra, "I believe this is sha-yours" he said with a smirk on his lips.

Courtney grabbed the undergarment quickly and shrieked in embarrassment. She picked up all of her articles of clothing and zipped up her suitcase once more.

We walked silently to baggage claim. Lighting and Courtney walked behind us and Duncan slung his arm over my shoulders as we walked close. We all gave in our luggage and headed towards the gate. Our flight was already boarding passengers but only the first and business classes. Can you guess what class we were in?

We finally boarded the plane. I asked Duncan what seat was ours, he replied "16B is mine and 16A's yours". We didn't have any carry-ons so we just sat down. I'm glad I had a window seat; the view of Vancouver from above was breathtaking. Maybe I could sketch it once I land.

I turned my eyes to the seat in front of me and noticed that Courtney inhabited it with Lightning by her side. I could smell her too; she had this coconut aroma lingering with her every step. I bet it's the hair products she used. Back when we were friends, we were talking about our hair washing routines and she had mentioned the brand she used. I'm sure they had a coconut scented shampoo and conditioner in their product line. I wondered if I should try it.

"Yo, I'm gonna catch a few z's. Wake me up when we land", I hear Duncan mumble before turning his head and closing his eyes. Maybe I should do that too, it's a four flight to Toronto so it's best to rest up before Chris's madness.

I pulled down the airplane window, began to close my eyes and drifted to sleep.

My eyes fluttered open and I observed my surroundings. Duncan was still asleep. I pulled up the airplane window slightly—we're still in the air. I touched the mini television that was mounted on the back of the seat in front of me and found out we were just twenty minutes from landing.

I realized that I need to use the restroom so I carefully slid past a sleeping Duncan and the gentleman that occupied the seat beside him. I made my way to the back of the plane to see Courtney waiting outside the restroom door.

I stood behind her and uttered, "Waiting for the bathroom, huh?"

That was so stupid. Obviously! I resisted the urge to face-palm myself. She looked over her shoulder at me and replied a soft "mhm".

"Mhm"? "Mhm"! I grew ecstatic—that was the best conversation we've had in a long time! It feels silly to get excited over something so insignificant but that was the first time in a long time we've had an exchange that held no animosity. I wanted to do a little happy dance but refrained myself and just twiddled my fingers.

As I looked down at my hands, I turned my gaze up slightly and stared at Courtney's ass. As I waited, I let my thoughts drift. God, that girl was so sexy and she didn't even know it. Her ass was so perfect; it was so round and big and… perfect. My eyes scanned over her body. She definitely had an hourglass figure—you know, wide hips, tiny waist, and a large rack. I found myself drooling a bit… she was gorgeous.

The person occupying the restroom stepped out and Courtney moved to walked towards and inside the bathroom. I should've been startled by the disruption but that's just it, the person coming out the restroom wasn't enough to snap me out of my perverse thoughts. It was like I was in a trance. I watched her ass as she walked…wow.

Once she walked inside and I heard the click of the door locking, I was released from Courtney's spell.

That was weird. I wondered if she felt me staring. I mean it's not like I was attracted to her—women just like to appreciate each other's bodies. So that's what I was doing. I think.

A couple of minutes passed and the preppy woman stepped out of the restroom. I went inside quickly and returned to my seat. The flight attendant had made an announcement to get to our seats promptly as we would be landing shortly.

I went to my seat, put on my seat belt and woke up Duncan. The plane landed and we exited the plane. We got our baggage and walked out the gate. To our horror, we see Chef Hatchet wearing an olive green tank top with cargo pants to match, grey army boots and a flat-brimmed hat. He wore a gold whistle around his neck and glared at us through his grey aviators. He was surrounded by the remaining cast—I assumed they were waiting for us.

"Come on, maggots. We don't have all day!"

This will be hell.

We were in a van with all the other cast members and stopped in a deserted area.

"Follow me, fools!" Chef them blew his whistle like we couldn't hear his booming voice.

We all grabbed our stuff and followed him to a green chopper stationed at a heliport.

Heather voiced all our thoughts at the moment, "What the hell is that?"

Chef grinned. This was not a good sign.

"This? This is your ride to Wawanakwa Island!"

Everyone groaned in unison but, alas, got on the chopper. We knew Chris was the type to pull some insane stunt from his ass to enhance theatrics.

We got on and as we did I heard some rustling in the back. I ignored it and assumed one of our suitcases fell in the trunk. I reached to put on my seatbelt but there wasn't one.

No surprise there.

We were above Wawanakwa's beach and the chopper lowered enough that we could hear McLean's irritating voice explaining to the audience how the reality TV game show worked. He seemed like he was about to announce the contestants when a lanky kid with a gap in his teeth, I think his name is Mike if I remembered correctly, asked, "so, how are we landing? I don't see a heliport below so how—"

Chef grabbed Mike and set him in front of the chopper's door. Chef pushed a button next to it and as soon as the doors slid open, he shoved Mike outside.

All of us soon realized we all shared the same destiny as we heard Mike's scream. Then this redheaded girl who I could only assume was his girlfriend jumped out after him. One after the other, all of the "Revenge of the Island" cast vacated the plane.

Everyone else looked at each other wondering who was next to get thrown off. Hatchet locked eyes with Courtney, grabbed her by her ankle and dropped her to the ocean below.

"This is not in my contract!", she screamed as she descended into the water.

Chef then locked eyes with me. "Uh uh, not me. No, nooo!" I struggled as he carried me over his shoulder.

I heard Chris introduce me, "Courtney's bestie turned 'boyfriend' stealer',Gwen!"

I haven't even stepped on the island and they were already bringing up TDWT!

"He wasn't her boyfriend at the tiiiiime!" I tried to explain.

I dove into the water and swam towards the surface. Chris was still announcing the participants so I swam a bit farther away to avoid clashing with whoever gets thrown next.

We figured everyone was out of the plane once Chef threw out Sierra but then we saw Chef holding feral boy Ezekiel. All of us gasped in shock and horror as he fell. Out of nowhere, a robot grabbed him and shot him far, far into the distance.

Thank god. At least Chris has some sanity in that fucked up head of his.

We swam to the shore and Chris shortly began to explain the living situation for this season. I pleaded to the gods that it wasn't those stinky, old cabins again. Those mattresses were stiff as wood—a small part of me thought they actually were!

"Listen up, campers," Chris said. A screen behind him projected a picture of a cabin. "This season, the losers will once again stay in our crummy run-down cabins." Urgh, I knew it!

The projection shifted focus to a two-story spa hotel. "But, the winners will stay here: in the eco-friendly McLean-Brand Spa Hotel!" We all cheered. Yes, finally! The treatment we deserved. We made Chris and the producers of the show way too much money to get treated like crap.

"Now," Chris continued. "In honor of your all-star status, I have decided to separate you based on your previous performances. Heroes vs. Villains!"

Oh, man… "Heroes vs. villains?" I turned to Duncan. "Guess you and I won't be on the same team. Unless Chris considers you a hero." I snickered at the thought of Duncan actually doing something heroic.

Duncan looked at me and frowned, "Hey." He raised an eyebrow. "Actually, no, you're right. I'll miss you." He leaned down and pecked me lightly. I spotted Courtney as she scowled in disapproval at us. So I pulled back and Duncan fell onto the sand. Whoops.

Heather and Lindsay started to bicker and Chris reverted the attention back to him. Because, well, he's Chris.

"Uh, hello?" Chris interrupted. "Remember me? Yeah, it's time to assign the teams. Duncan, Heather, Jo, Lightning, Scott, and Gwen," The Chris's robot dropped me beside my "teammates". "You are now the Villainous Vultures!"

"What?" I asked. "Why am I on the villains' team?"

"Because you stole my boyfriend and became the new Heather!" Courtney snapped.

"Yeah, what she said." Chris said. Are you kidding me?!

"But, I've done so many good things. I'm not a villain, I'm nice." I protested. It's not fair I did one "bad" thing and I'm branded a villain? It's not fair. I stayed on the floor shocked and upset at my placement. This was not going well at all.

Duncan helped me stand. "Being bad is cool. And, this way, we're on the same team. Win-win, right?"

I shifted my head down, "I guess." I sighed.

To make matters worse, Courtney and I were on two different teams, this was going to make mending our friendship ten times harder!

Chris stood in front of the flat screen television. "This year's challenges all nod to classics from the past, but with harsh new twists to make this the toughest Total Drama season ever!"

Urgh, let's get this over with. Chris explained the rules and my team made our way up to the cliff. I thought we would be catching up, strategizing—I don't know, something! But all they did was argue with each other. I grew tired of it and decided to speak up.

"Guys," I interrupted. "Just because Chris labeled us 'villains' doesn't mean we have to act like villains. We're a team. We should work together as a team!" Surprisingly, they all agreed with me and I was feeling a little bit better about my team. At least, they respected me enough to listen to reason.

I felt someone's eyes on me and I saw Courtney glare at Duncan and me.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed. "Courtney keeps glaring at me like she's trying to set me on fire."

"I'll give her a glare back for ya." Duncan said. He turned and sneered at Courtney. She scowled and tore her head away. "Uh, hello? Courtney?! Hey!"

I sighed. I wished things were easier and less tense between us. I missed her friendship more than I originally thought. Seeing her in person made me think back to all of our conversations and the laughs we shared.

I saw her talking to Lindsay and walked a little bit faster to hear what they were saying.

"Psst," Lindsay said. "I think Duncan wants you to yell at him. You know, for old times' sake!"

"What's the point?" Courtney said. "He never listens. Besides, it's over between us. He's a bad boy; I knew it couldn't last forever."

"What about Greta? Wasn't she your friend?" Lindsay said. I perked at the mention of my name—err, I guess Lindsay's name for me.

Courtney scoffed. "Hardly. But, if we were, I won't be making that mistake again."

Lindsay grabbed Courtney's shoulders. "You know how to stop making mistakes? Teach me!"

Damn, maybe there was no point in coming back.

We made it to the cliff and, apparently, someone on our team needed to push the rest of us on a carriage for the challenge. I saw Lighting and Jo fight over who gets to push the carriage but when I thought about it Jo would probably be a better asset to us as a diver since she was so athletic. So I voiced my opinions and she replied, "Nobody tells me what to do, Goth-ball and don't even try to kiss me!". I gasped in horror.

What the fuck?!

"After three seasons of kindness, I'm reduced to 'evil kisser' status?! For the last time, Duncan and Courtney were over before he and I started. You can't steal a boyfriend if the boy is free!" I vocalized in the outhouse/confessional. I'm actually starting to get pissed off.

I am not a bad person!

My team won the challenge, thank the stars. I already wasn't having a good time but at least I won't be sleeping in that smelly cabin.

It was time for the Heroic Hamsters elimination ceremony and I decided that I should still try to make amends with Courtney. She's a preppy girly-girl, right? So she must like flowers! It might be a little weird to give another girl flowers but it felt right.

She'll love it.

I saw her seating on one of the stumps closest to the peanut gallery so I walked up to her and tried to muster some confidence, "hey, even though I technically didn't do anything wrong, I'm sorry about the way the whole Duncan thing went down…Uh, here, I picked these just for you". I shoved the flowers in her face hoping—pleading—that she accepted my apology.

Courtney backed away from me and began to sneeze—that's not good. "Oh, no! You're allergic?!"

How did I have this much bad luck?

"Told you you were a villain", she said.

Fuck, can I do anything right?

The elimination ceremony came to an end and I'm glad Courtney got to stay. That was way too close. I needed her in the game.

I came here for her!—and the money, of course!

I sighed as I walked over to the winner's cabin. This first day was horrible, I don't even think the spa hotel will lift my spirits.

I turned the knob and stepped inside. I looked at the beautiful furnishings and elegant paintings that surrounded me and… is that what I thought it was? A/C! Okay, so I maybe I felt a little bit better—but I'm still bummed!

I went to shower and fixed the temperature to just how I like it. I felt refreshed and was on my way to bed when I got stopped by Duncan.

"Going to sleep, doll?" He quickly scanned over my body and I felt a bit self-conscious. I wrapped my arms around my torso and nodded yes.

"Hey, I have to talk to you about earlier today. You remember? I went in for a kiss for good luck and you pushed me to the sharks. I'm gonna lie, babe. I'm hurt" He placed a hand over his heart in fake pain but I could see that he was pissed off about it.

And I really didn't know what to say. I didn't know why I did it. I mean Courtney was already glaring at me before the challenge even started when I gave him a quick peck. Considering how fragile our situation is, I just didn't want to rub Duncan and I's relationship in her face.

I finally speak up and try to come up with some bullshit excuse,"I'm sorry I didn't mean to. I think I was just anxious about the challenge. I wasn't really thinking."

He seemed to accept this answer and kissed me goodnight. I was going to sleep earlier than everyone else; the others were taking advantage of the spa hotel's amenities. I guess I should've too but thoughts of Courtney kept plaguing my head.

Hopefully, tomorrow would be a better day.