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Chapter 06 (Day 02, Part 2) - Major Insult to Injury
"Our next contest will be one that is something both sides of the spectrum here are good at," Chris said to the campers. They had gathered around in front of the cabins, the Freaks 'n Geeks on the left side and the Cool Kids' Club on the right.
"It's the Insult Wars! There will be five insult fights between a member of the teams.
"You can win via three ways: one, you let loose an insult so good that I name you the victor, two, your opponent physically attacks you, or three, your opponent starts swearing profusely."
"This'll be easy," Noah remarked, smirking and eyeing the popular kids. "I am actually enjoying this competition!" He then high-fived Harold as Beth nodded eagerly.
"Can I insult Heather?" she asked her teammates, bouncing up and down. "I can thmoke her!"
"Actually, boys and girls," Chris said, "I will be picking the five members of your team, and who they will be facing!"
Noah's happy look was gone immediately. "Oh. Well, fine then. Who are you picking?"
(Confession Cam - Noah's second favorite place, first being in front of a computer.)
Noah - "Yeah, I knew Chris wasn't going to pick me then. He has this thing were he won't select the same member of a team twice unless he can help it. My first concern was that he would pick Heather and Leshawna, who I know are great at degrading people. Then I realized if he picked her, then our team would be screwed for sure."
Noah quickly stood between Eva and Chris. The weightlifter noticed this, and grabbed the egghead's shoulder. "Move it, bookworm," she hissed.
"Not unless you want Chris remembering you're on this team and picking you," Noah replied. Eva growled, and grabbed the smart-aleck's shirt. Before she could throw him aside, he added, "Do you want to go out there with people insulting you and being disqualified if you punch them?"
Eva realized the logic in this, despite her rage, and let go of Noah. She tried to hide herself better behind Noah, but the guy was rather skinny.
"First off will be," Chris scanned the nerd team, "Harold!"
"Yes," he said and pumped his fist.
"And for the popular kids, we will have Heather against him!"
The queen bee laughed as she looked at Harold. "That's not a challenge, Chris, it's a warm-up."
"Second match will be Lindsay and Sadie," the host continued.
The two girls exchanged looks across the campground, and gasped in horror. Katie patted her friend's shoulder but it didn't calm the larger girl down.
"Third match will be Bridgette... against Cody!" While Bridgette smiled with confidence, the brunette boy looked like he had been punched in the gut.
(Confession Cam - Like a monster truck you can pour into your face.)
Cody - "He wants me to degrade a girl? A hot girl? A hot girl with a great personality? Why not ask Michelangelo to stomp on a painting? Or Bach to smash a piano? This looks bad for me."
"Fourth will be Duncan and Courtney!" The two mentioned and exchanged looks. Courtney grinned wickedly at the punk, while Duncan smirked right back at the C.I.T. with a click of his tongue.
"Easy," they both said.
"And finishing up will be...," Chris looked in-between the two teams. He considered those that would be interesting to watch try to endure an insult fight or try to insult: Eva, DJ, Leshawna, Beth, Noah, Ezekiel, and Geoff came to mind.
Then he saw Trent and Gwen wave at each other, and smirked evilly.
"And the fifth contest will be Trent and Gwen."
"WHAT?" the two shouted. Thunderstruck didn't scratch the surface of how they looked.
"That's right, it's time for the two of you to discuss your relationship," Chris replied to their horrified (and furious, in Gwen's case) looks.
"Wait wait wait, Chris," Trent approached the host. "You said it was five insults fights! Does that mean three out of five wins?"
"Indeed it does, actually," Chris's evil grin became less evil but just as mocking. "If your team gets to three wins before the fifth round, you two will not have to do any insulting.
Trent and Gwen were on their teammates in a heartbeat.
"Heather, I know I can on you to be vicious," Trent said, looking over at the queen bee, then he turned to Lindsay, "but Lindsay, can you be mean without cursing?"
"Silly, I'm not a cursing person," Lindsay said with a giggle. "It was a one-time thing with Heather."
"Courtney? Bridgette?" Trent asked the last two members, who nodded in reply.
"Don't worry, Trent, we won't let you insult your girlfriend," the surfer gal replied with a keen smile.
"What I want to know is," Leshawna said, looking at Courtney, "why ain't you pitching a fit over having to diss your man, Courtney?"
"Because he's not 'my man,' I'll have you know," the tan-skinned girl replied, crossing her arms, "and I'd appreciate it if you didn't call him that."
"Whatev', girl," Leshawna said with a shrug. She turned to Heather, and walked right up in the queen bee's face. "And don't go throwing this match to spite them, you hear me? 'Cause if you do, I will-"
"Relax, Leshawna," Heather said, waving her hand in the tough girl's face. "As much as I would like to see that, I am not going to lose to that nerd."
"That nerd is my man, you lousy b-"
(Confession Cam - Insulting no one.)
Heather - \Her eyes are wide in horror, but she shakes it off in a couple seconds.\ "Boy, does she know some nasty words. But, as surprising as this may be to her and others, I really had no intentions of throwing this game. I mean, c'mon, we all know those two would just stammer out pathetic criticism until Chris got fed up with it.
"This one is going to our team, easy."
"So, you all ready, eh?" Ezekiel asked his teammates.
Duncan nodded and cracked his knuckles. Harold quickly removed his finger from his nose and nodded. Gwen looked more ready for a firing squad.
"Don't worry," the prairie boy, who noticed Gwen's apprehension, placed his hand on her shoulder for comfort. "We aren't going to let that fifth match happen, Gwen."
The goth girl looked at the entrees for the fight. Cody was whimpering, and Sadie was chewing a fingernail off, the third one since her opponent was announced. She let out a defeated sigh, then shrugged. "I doubt it. Just... don't throw it for me, okay guys? Do your best!"
Cody, who saw Gwen looking directly at him, took this as a sign to prove his worth. "Okay then, Gwen," he shouted, looking ten times more confident. "We have this in the bag, I know it!"
"First up," Chris shouted, clapping his hands to catch the attention of the campers, "Harold and Heather! In the center, and come out insulting!"
With cheers from their teammates, the two walked towards each other. Heather looked like a professional entering her ring, while Harold's attitude was nonchalant.
"Well, if it isn't Harold, the alpha geek," Heather started, waving her hand in disgust at him, "I could smell the grease all over your revolting face before I could see you."
"Heather," was his reply, putting his hands on his hips, "heart as black as your hair."
"Is that all you got?" she replied, laughing. "Seriously? That's all?"
" 'That's all'?" he said, his grin growing wider. "That's exactly what I asked myself when I saw your boobies in TDI."
The queen bee's gasp was almost a scream, her jaw dropping and eyes bugging. After a primal roar, she stomped her foot as she hissed air through her teeth. "You little snot, you puke, you-"
"That's enough, Heather," Chris replied; there were tears coming from her eyes as he clutched his sides. "Harold won with that last comment. One point for the Freaks 'n Geeks!"
The nerds let out cheers and high-fived Harold as he strutted back to his team. As Heather head back to her team, she had to resist kicking Leshawna, because the large sister was rolling on the ground, cackling uncontrollably.
"Second match, Lindsay verses Sadie," Chris said after he finally got his laughter down.
This one did not start off hot like the first one; in fact, it was the exact opposite. Lindsay and Sadie were exchanging awkward looks, and looking horrified to speak.
"Girls," Chris shouted, impatient now, "c'mon! Slander! Insult!"
(Confession Cam - Nicer than Heather, really.)
Lindsay - "I didn't want to say anything to my team about this, but I don't think I can bring myself to insult Sally. We bonded so much when we were forced to have bad hair on TDI, and I feel like I'd be insulting someone who's so special, I actually remember her name!"
Lindsay and Sadie managed to make eye contact. The blond girl let out a long sigh, then said, "Your... shoes. They're... dirty."
Sadie looked down at her shoes, and indeed, they had dried mud caked on the side. "Oh. Yeah, they are. Well um... you... kind of looked bad this morning when we were all woken up early," she struggled to say, then quickly said, "Not that that was your fault! Everyone looked bad!"
"Oh my gawsh," Lindsay said, smiling and popping one of her legs in the air. "You're so honest! That's so sweet!"
"Awww, thank you! You're the sweet one, though!"
Both Chris and Heather looked very upset by this, and the queen bee was the first one to cry out in frustration. "What are you doing, Lindsay?" Heather screamed. "You're supposed to insult her, not kiss up to her!"
"But," Lindsay replied, "but... what do I say? What's there to insult about Sally... no! Sadie!"
"You remembered my name?" Sadie squealed, and hugged Lindsay. "You are so nice!"
"Eeee, she is, isn't she?" Katie asked the other nerds, who looked at her like if she was going insane.
"How can you not find something to insult her?" Heather yelled, stomping her foot. "Call her fat! Call her a squealing big! Say she's a clone based off an even more pathetic version of a human being!"
"Wait...," Sadie let go of Lindsay and glared at Heather, "what did you just say?"
Before Heather could reply, the larger BFFF charged right at her. Before she hit Heather with a body-tackle, she screamed, "Don't you dare insult Katie!!"
(Confession Cam - A lover, not a fighter.)
Eva - \She is trying desperately not to laugh, biting her bottom lip. She fails, and burst out laughing, spit flying and hitting the camera.\
"Okay then," Chris said, after Sadie had been pulled away from Heather, "even though Heather was not her opponent in this fight, I think this qualifies as a win for the Cool Kids' Club. So, one point for them!
"Next match, Cody and Bridgette!"
The two headed for the center, where Cody immediately began stammering. "Umm... your ponytail looks like a banana!" Bridgette raised an eyebrow, as Gwen slapped her forehead. The surfer girl chuckled, and batted said ponytail.
"So Cody," she began, "are you going to ask for your two front teeth for Christmas?"
"When are you going to open your eyes all the way?"
"When are you going to go through puberty?"
(Confession Cam - Wants nothing for Christmas.)
Cody - "All I could think of was how pretty her eyes were, how her body was so sleek and athlete, and how hard this was for me! She was so cute, and so good at insulting, she made it look easy!" \sighs\ "I'm sure she was laughing at me deep down."
Bridgette - \hanging her head in shame\ "I felt so bad insulting Cody like that! How could I be so mean? How am I any better than Heather?" \She sniffs, then perks up.\ "No! I'm sure it was nothing to him! Besides, maybe this'll keep him from ever hitting on me."
"So, think you can 'bear' to stay in the contest this time?" Bridgette continued, smirking with her arms crossed.
"You are, um, fat?" Cody replied, crouched over and wringing his hands in worry.
"Okay, Cody, that's enough," Chris said, shaking his head and chuckling. "I really don't think this needs to go on any longer. It's obvious Bridgette wins this! So now it's two points for the Cool Kids' Club!"
The popular kids cheered as Bridgette ran back to her team, hugging Geoff in victory. Cody sulked back to his team, head hanging low.
"I'm sorry, guys," he said, sighing miserably. "I let you all down. I'm no match for real popularity," he shouted as he fell on his knees and pounded the ground.
"Oh, get up," Izzy said, yanking Cody up to his feet, "you're the Codester, remember? The Codester will prevail!"
Cody breathed in deeply and hugged Izzy in thanks. As Duncan and Courtney headed for the center, Gwen's look of fear intensified.
"Okay, princess, try hitting me with your best shot," Duncan shouted at the C.I.T., his cocky grin wide.
"Insulting your intelligence is like stepping on an ant," Courtney replied, crossing her arms and smirking, "it takes no effort."
"It takes all effort to get you to loosen up. That pole up your butt is so high, you could wave a flag on it."
"Oh! You are such an uncultured, filth-spewing petty criminal! There are things crawling in the sewer that are more civilized!"
"Last time I checked, you were the one who was into politics. Who's wading in sewage now?"
"You smell like you did!"
"You look like you did!"
"Arrogant gorilla!"
"Prissy peacock!"
"Stupid criminal!"
"Drama queen!"
The two teams watched as the exchange, swinging their heads back and forth. Eva slapped her forehead. "This is pointless," she growled, "it could go on for hours."
"They sure have a lot of issues, eh?" Ezekiel pointed out, looking away to talk to his teammates. "I cannot see why they are dating."
"Oh, I can," Izzy said, giggling and pointing her finger at the two competitors. Ezekiel looked back, and gaped.
Duncan and Courtney were all over each other. The punk had one arm around her waist, the hand close to her butt. He cupped her cheek with the other hand. She had her arms around his neck, and one leg wrapped around his. Kissing and moaning, the couple were going at it with such intensity, the campers were a little afraid it'd go to second base in front of them.
"Um, guys?" Chris called to them. "Guys! GUYS! Jeepers, man. Owen, go separate them."
As the happy oaf headed towards the two, Chef, who was watching from a short distance, growled and cracked his knuckles; his glare of hatred never left Owen.
Owen managed to pull apart the two, the sound of their lips parting was a lot like a plunger being pulled from a toilet. The large blond looked at the two, then at Chris. "Who wins, boss?"
"I think there is only one solution to this," Chris said. "Since they're both just as guilty, and we have to do three out of five, there's no way the nerds can win. So the Insult Wars go to the Cool Kids' Club!"
The popular kids, sans Courtney, burst out in loud cheering. Courtney was trying to catch her breath, and trying to miss Duncan's wide grin. Though the nerds were upset, Gwen was smiling.
"Missed a bullet there, huh?" Cody said to Gwen, who nodded. "Chris must be let down that he didn't get to fulfill his sadistic plan."
"Don't tell me you weren't hoping for it," the goth girl replied, casting him a daring look.
"What? Me?" Cody squeaked, looking very startled. "I wanted you and Trent to get together when I realized you weren't all that interested in me."
"Ri-iiiiiiiiiight," she replied, turning away.
"C'mon, Gwen," Cody said to the back of her head. "You're being a little unfair. I'm not hitting on you anymore, and I'm happy for you and Trent! Besides, what could it do if you and Trent broke up?"
The goth girl turned around slightly to look at him, wondering if he truly was being sincere. "Are you telling me if Trent and I ever broke up, you won't be chasing me like before?"
"No, I wouldn't," Cody said, smiling and placing his hand over his heart, "because I remember the old saying of 'if you really care about someone, you'll let them go.' And so long as you prefer someone else, I'll be letting you go. It's easier on the Codester's heart to avoid rejection, ya know."
Gwen felt her frustration melt away like ice on a hot pavement. She had to look away from Cody as she muttered, "Oh, okay then."
(Confession Cam - We do it for love.)
Gwen - \looking upset\ "Cody is like this terrible enigma to me, and I hope to God he never finds out about this, and it's that kind of puzzle that tears me up a little inside. I blow him off, he still smiles at me. I reject him, he helps me get along with Trent. I accuse him of hounding me, he insists he's happy for me. My mom told me that there are guys that'll say anything, and I truly want to believe Cody isn't one of those guys."
Cody - "Gwen really doesn't seem to trust me anymore." \He sighs and pulls a leg up on the seat to help prop his head up.\ "I really am happy to see her happy, the way that pale but pretty face lights up when she is with Trent. True, deep down there is a part of me that wishes it would light up for me, but that isn't possible. Chocolate sauce and steak are delicious things, but they do not go together. That's how life is."
\Cody pauses for a moment, then looks at the camera with big eyes.\ "Um, for the record, that was just two random foods. I'm not comparing Gwen and I to chocolate sauce and steak."
Owen - "Man, did you see Courtney and Duncan going at it? Like chocolate sauce on steak, those two are!"
The two groups were now standing outside the cafeteria. "Okay, Chris," Heather said, losing her patience, "what's the final challenge going to be?"
"Well, campers, most of you are sixteen or seventeen by now. Your senior year is approaching. For some, that means graduating with honors, and for others, it means where you ruled as queen or king, a new life is ahead of you.
"Others," Chris said slyly, looking directly at Duncan, "would be lucky if they were allowed into prom."
"Oh, prom," Duncan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and high in octave; all the girls were shooting him angry looks. "Ooo, the most special night of them all! Teeheehee, how magical it will be!"
"I'm glad you see it that way, Duncan, because tonight will be a warm-up for some of you! Tonight is Wawanakwa's Prom Night!"
He threw open the door to the cafeteria, and the groups walked in. The girls squealed in joy when they saw the lavish decorations. Along with the beautiful decor, the walls and floor had been painted black, the room was lit with soft lights, and there were a couple tables with refreshments, including a huge punch bowl and a cake with three layers.
Though the girls were all gaga, none of them could match Geoff's enthusiasm.
"WOOHOO," he shouted so loud that everyone jumped. "Prom night! Man, that is gonna be, like, the night that was made for me! And now I'm gonna experience it twice!" He threw himself at Chris, hugging the host. "Thank you, Chris my man! Thank you!"
"Whoa, easy buddy," the handsome host replied, though he was smiling in return. "Tonight is specifically designed to be the worst case scenario of your own prom nights!"
"What do you mean?" Harold asked.
"Owen," Chris called out.
From the cafeteria came Owen, and he was dressed in a very stylish, white tuxedo. He posed a couple times, then winked at Izzy; she swooned and fell back, fortunately caught by Beth.
"There will be five boys and five girls, each wearing get-ups like Owen is wearing," Chris explained. "For the girls, we have this!"
Chef came out wearing a flowing white dress. Several campers screamed, which made Chef scowl more. He posed a couple times, then curtsied.
"Looking good, Chef my man," Owen said to him. Chef glared at him and punched his palm, making the large teenager flinch.
"Now as you can see," Chris continued, gesturing at Owen and Chef, "they are both wearing the whitest outfits you've ever laid eyes on, am I right?"
The campers, if they hadn't, did notice it then. Every bit of clothing on Owen and Chef, including the shoes, gloves, and corsage (in Chef's case) were pure white, so pure that it would have been blinding if the room was properly lit.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Leshawna asked, impatient. She had lost her thrill for prom night after seeing Chef in a dress.
"Let me explain," Chris said, his smirk growing. "As I said before, there are five boys and five girls. I've chosen them already, so the five pairs are going to be out there, enjoying the best night of their lives. Your partner, if you're going out there, will be a member of the other team."
"You mean we have to dance with the nerds?" Heather asked, looking horrified.
"How can you win then?" Gwen shouted, throwing her hands up in the air.
"Well, first you need to know how to score," Chris remarked.
There was a silence. Owen's jaw dropped, and the girls went from surprised to enraged. Noah started to laugh, but stopped when the girls glared at him.
"What?" Chris asked, then looked back on what he said; he chuckled when he realized what he had said. "Oh, you weirdos, I didn't mean that! I meant how to score points for your team so that you can win this final contest!"
(Confession Cam - Never got to go to prom.)
Leshawna - "First the banner, now that remark! I swear, he is lucky I have a grip on my temper, or he'd end up more bloody than Carrie at prom night!"
"Will you girls stop glaring now?" said Chris, looking a little worried. "Now see, how to score points is you must ruin your opponent's clothes more!"
"Come again?" Courtney asked.
"Observe closely, if you must do so again, the whiteness of what the guys and girls will be wearing," Chris said, sweeping his arm over to Owen and Chef. "You notice how white those clothes are? Imagine if you were wearing that at prom night, what would you fear the most?"
"Thtains?" Beth asked, waving her hand in the air.
"That's right, Beth, stains! And your job is to stain and ruin the pure white outfit of your opponents' more than they can yours! Whether it be punch, cake, spit, or any other dirty way to soil that white glory, you will be trying to do it!"
"Geez, why not give them a paintball gun?" Noah remarked. "Winner is whoever grabs that cake or the punch bowl first and dumps it on their opponent."
"Ah-ha, but that's obvious," Chris said, snapping his fingers. "In this challenge, you have to make every stain look like an accident, or you are disqualified! So there's no food fights or spray paint cans hidden in back pockets, just that horrid moment of when you knock red punch all over your date's white dress!"
Noah couldn't help but smirk. "Gotta say, Chris, this sounds delightfully evil."
"Remind me to never go with you to prom," Gwen said to him.
(Confession Cam - Would never be Prom Can.)
Gwen - "Prom night. What a waste of time. All the girls wear flimsy dresses, and the guys, as Chris put it, try to score. The only way I'd go is if someone special asked me, simply because he wanted to dance with me. ... Yes, that would be Trent, did I even need to say it?"
Izzy - "I know my prom will be eventful! I plan on being the disc jockey, and I'll make everyone do the hokey-pokey, the chicken dance, and the macerena! They'd be paying hundreds of dollars to dance to that!" /starts cackling maniacally then stops short/ "That'd be pretty mean, now that I think of it."
Cody - "Prom night! I truly cannot wait. I have fantasies that every girl in school would want to be my date for then. I'd just be satisfied knowing a girl would want to go with me and I wouldn't have to beg, ya know?"
Trent - "I actually had a couple senior girls ask me to the prom. Though flattering, I had to refuse, because one prom should be enough for me. And I know," \he grins\ "who I want to go with."
Duncan - "Damn school officials told me I cannot come to prom if I'm still on parole. What the hell do they think I'm going to steal at prom, someone's date?"
DJ - "I actually don't think much about prom night. But ever since I started dating this girl in my hometown, the thought of the magical night seems all the better. That may sound sissy, but when you have someone to take to prom, it's worth it."
Katie & Sadie - \Katie\ "Ohmigosh, Sadie! Do we have plans for prom night or what?" \Sadie\ "We sure do! We're gonna make our school nominate both of us for Prom Queen! We'll be the Prom Queens! But if there can only be one, you deserve it more!" \Katie\ "Awww! But you so deserve it more!" \Sadie\ "No, you do, hee hee!"
Geoff was running around the cafeteria-turned-prom event, almost bouncing off the walls. Bridgette was giggling, while Chris watched him go.
"Man, I'd love to see what he's like at his real prom," Chris remarked. "Shame he cannot go with his real girl, huh?"
Geoff stopped like if someone hit the "pause" button on his remote. He ran back to Chris and cried, "Wait, you mean I cannot dance with Bridgette?"
"Well, maybe after the challenge, Geoff, but if you recall," Chris pointed at him then Bridgette, "you're on the same team!"
"Oh... dang," Geoff slumped, the spirit gone for a few seconds, then he perked up. "But this'll all be up after the challenge, right?"
"Yes, big guy, it'll be available to you all after the losing team's marshmallow ceremony," Chris said, patting his shoulder.
Geoff let out another earsplitting "woohoo" and practically glomped Bridgette. "You're my date, Bridge! We'll bring the cafeteria down!"
As Bridgette cheered and hugged him back, Chef growled, "You do and you're dead, cowboy."
"Now for the five couples," Chris announced. "Geoff, I think I'll pick you for the Cool Kids' Club, and your date will be..."
He scanned the Freaks 'n Geeks girls, only five total. "I think... to annoy as many couples as possible, you're going to be dancing with our local goth girl, Gwen!"
"What?!" Gwen shouted, looking from Geoff to Trent to Chris.
"Oh, come on, this is my way apologizing," Chris said.
"How the hell do you figure that?" She was very close to losing her cool.
"Because, if I paired you with Trent, his mission would be to ruin your dress and your night. See?"
Gwen crossed her arms and looked away, sulking. She felt an hand on her shoulder and thought it was Trent, but when she looked, it was Geoff.
"No problem, babe," he said, grinning. "This won't be personal or anything."
"You're winning this contest, Geoff," Heather shouted at him, and he flinched. Wincing, he smiled at Gwen again. "So come on, I may not be Trent, but will you be my date for prom?"
The goth girl looked as he extended his hand to her. She sighed, then forced herself to smile to return his politeness. "Sure thing, Geoff. Sorry I have to make this party as bad as possible."
"Aw heck, I've ruined more clothes at parties than I can recall!"
"It's true," Harold called to them. "This one party we were at, he lost his socks! I still don't know how he did it."
The brunette geek had to back away from Courtney, who was glaring at him something fierce. When Harold hid behind DJ, the C.I.T. redirected her glare to Geoff. "Don't you dare lose this challenge, traitor!"
"Courtney," Bridgette started, but was interrupted by Chris clearing his throat loudly.
"Guys, we're digressed quite a bit, I haven't even mentioned the second couple yet," he complained. "Which will be Trent from the Cool Kids' Club, and Eva from the Freaks 'n Geeks!"
Trent looked very nervous all of a sudden. He looked over at Eva, who was casting him a sideways glare; it was more unnerving that a couple guns pointed at him.
"Eva, no hitting your date," Chris said, much to Trent's relief. "All physical attacks, no matter how accidental you try to make them look, could result in disqualification."
"Whatever," she grumbled. Then something came to mind, and she almost let worry cross her face. "Wait a minute, does this mean I have to wear a dress?"
"Of course!"
"Then screw it, I ain't doing it!"
"Eva," Katie and Sadie said in protest, looking at her earnestly.
"No, I'm not wearing a dress," she shouted, clenching her fists. "I'd rather be smeared with chocolate and put in a fire ant colony! I'd rather drop a hornet's nest down my shirt! I will not, under any circumstances, wear a dress!"
"I'm afraid I cannot just pass the challenge onto someone else, Eva," Chris said, shaking his finger. "You see, we already have the dresses made for the sizes of the people we pick, and none of the girls are your size."
"Then you'll have something to burn at the marshmallow ceremony tonight, because I'm not doing it!"
"That would be an instant point for the Cool Kids' Club, if you drop out."
"Fine by me."
She started to head for the door, but Katie and Sadie ran in front of her. "No way, Eva," Katie shouted, looking furious. "You cannot just walk out on us."
"You want me to punch out, then?" Eva asked, slugging her palm and cracking her knuckles against it. Much to her surprise, Katie and Sadie did not move, nor did they look intimidated.
"We aren't putting ourselves at a disadvantage because you don't want to wear a dress," Sadie snapped at her, jabbing the weightlifter in the chest with one of her fingers.
"I ain't gonna do it, and there's nothing you can do to make me do it," Eva snarled, crossing her arms.
"Except of course, vote you off if we lose," Katie said, crossing her arms in return.
"WHAT?"
The whole cabin shook from Eva's voice, most campers had to clap their hands over their ears.
"You wouldn't dare," she continued, throwing her fists into the air. "The second one voted off the island!? Again?! I won't have that!"
"Then wear the dress, Eva," Katie said, smiling at the furious bodybuilder. "And win or lose, you can burn it afterwards."
"Um well, actually...," Chris started, but then shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. If that'll make Eva happy."
Eva looked like she was trying to decide between two different choices of death, then let out a long sigh. "Okay. Okay you two win. This time. I'll wear a stupid dress."
She walked back to her other teammates as Katie and Sadie exchanged victory high-fives. "I swear," the bodybuilder grumbled as she stood next to Noah, "they keep making challenges that never fit my skills."
"You're preaching to the choir, Eva," Noah replied.
"Moving along," Chris said, casting a nervous glance at Eva as if needing to make sure she wouldn't explode again, "the third group will be Sadie for the Freaks 'n Geeks, and Tyler from the Cool Kids' Club."
Katie and Lindsay gasped for different reasons. The thin BFFF hugged her friend and squealed. "You're going to prom with the star athlete, Sadie! It's what we dreamed of!"
The two started squealing, and it started to hurt the ears of their teammates. They only stopped when Noah shouted, "Knock that off, some people have sensitive hearing!"
Lindsay was clinging to Tyler. "But... but... Taylor is my boyfriend," she whimpered. "Please pick someone else, Chris!"
"Sorry, I cannot change the choices," Chris replied. "Taylor's gonna have to have Sadie spilling punch on him and such."
Lindsay pouted, but Tyler pulled her close. "I'll pretend it's you out there, spilling that punch on me, babe," he said to her.
"Awwwww, that's so romantic of you to say. Thanks, Tyler!"
(Confession Cam - Not a really romantic place.)
Tyler - \sighs\ "I wish she could remember my name..."
"Fourth group is going to be Beth from the Freaks 'n Geeks, and," Chris's grin was almost as wide as Izzy's now, "from the Cool Kids' Club, I think her date will be Justin!"
Beth gasped, then gaped, then screamed in joy. Katie and Sadie joined in, and Noah started screaming at them to shut up. Justin, on the other hand, simply shrugged and smiled.
"You're welcome, by the way, Beth," Chris said with a chuckle. Heather made a loud gagging noise that was ignored by most everyone else.
"I'm going to prom with the hottest boy alive," Beth screamed in joy again, then gave Chris as big a hug as she could. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"And the final couple is one I'm really looking forward to watching," Chris shouted after Beth went back to her team.
"Oh boy, I can sense the possibilities," Gwen replied. She exchanged an eye-roll with Noah before continuing. "What did you think of... no wait, let me guess! Harold and Courtney? Lindsay and Cody? Izzy and... anybody?"
"What'd be wrong with Izzy with anybody, eh?" Ezekiel asked, looking confused.
"They'd go home in a body bag rather than the Boat of Losers."
Harold didn't want to say it aloud with Duncan nearby, but he was sure he would go home like that too if he was paired with Courtney.
"Think that'd be a point for us or them?" Ezekiel said to Gwen. She couldn't help but chuckle at that puzzler.
"Actually, those weren't bad ideas, but I still like mine," Chris remarked. "Bridgette, from the Cool Kids' Club, will be Ezekiel of the Cool Kids' Club's date!"
Ezekiel's eyes nearly bugged right out of his head, and he grabbed his toque in a panic as, it felt to him, all eyes were redirected towards him, including those light green eyes of Bridgette's.
"Erk," he replied.
"Yes, it's time to get ready for prom then," Chris shouted, clapping his hands and chuckling.
"Um, Chris?" Ezekiel tried to call out.
"This will be the best night you've ever suffered through! Now-"
"Chris?"
"Now, it is time for you all to prepare! Are there any questions?"
"Yes," Ezekiel shouted. The prairie boy leapt up and down, waving his hand in the air wildly; he looked a lot like Beth. "I cannot dance, eh, what am I gonna do?"
The host stared at him. "You don't have to know how to dance, this is prom, dude." He tapped his chin in thought, as if to ponder something. "However, I am giving each side thirty minutes to prepare the five members of their team. Your team can teach you how to if you want.
"Freaks 'n Geeks, you're in the communal bathrooms again; Cool Kids' Club, you'll find your stuff in the kitchen next to us. There, you will find your white suits and dresses, make-up for the ladies, and also a couple disposable cameras for those that want to remember their fake prom! Any more questions?"
"Who's the disc jockey?" Beth asked.
"We were planning Owen to pick the music, since, I gotta admit, some of this was his ideas."
Chef started to sulk off, grumbling to himself. He stopped when he heard Owen say, "Gosh, Chris, I thought Chef would be the disc jockey. He used to be one, right?"
"Oh yeah, that's right," the host said, scratching the back of his head. "You sure, big guy?"
"Yeah, pretty sure. Chef deserves to take part in the best night ever, right?"
The big, mocha-skinned man in the pretty white dress bolted over to Owen and hugged him, bawling like a baby. "Thank you, fat boy, thank you," he wailed as he buried his head in Owen's chest. The large teenager pat the cook's head and whispered comforting words.
"You two sure make a lovely couple," Noah said, a not-so-innocent grin on his face.
"As I said before, you have thirty minutes to prepare for Wawanakwa's Prom Night! Try not to get any stains on your white clothes before even making it back here! Now, teams, head out, beauty up, and come back here for dancing, dining, and a night to remember!"
(Confession Cam - Never has someone to ask.)
Ezekiel - \wide-eyed and freaking out\ "Dancing? With a girl? Who's taken? Chris wants me dead, I know it! Oh God, I cannot see how this will go well."
Bridgette - "Ezekiel looked like someone who was volunteering to stand at the wrong end of a shooting gallery. I've seen surfers chased by sharks who aren't as panicked. This could go either way, but in the end, I just hope he and Geoff are alright. Gosh, I hope Geoff won't be mad."
Geoff - "Prom night! Wooooo!! Prom night, awesome night! Man, I couldn't be more excited! I cannot wait until tonight when we get to really party! WOOHOO!"
Gwen - "I honestly think if Geoff gets any more excited, he'll break the sound barrier."
Part 3 coming soon!
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Your suggestions are being taken into consideration, just not all can be done (conflicting desires will be resolved by the most important person, the author, a.k.a. me).
Who will win the Wawanakwa's Prom Night? Here are the lovely couples who are anxious to smear chocolate cake on their dates, as a quick recall:
1.) Sadie (FnG) and/vs. Tyler (CKC).
2.) Beth (FnG) and/vs. Justin (CKC).
3.) Eva (FnG) and/vs. Trent (CKC).
4.) Ezekiel (FnG) and/vs. Bridgette (CKC).
5.) Gwen (FnG) and/vs. Geoff (CKC).