DISCLAIMER:
Hello and welcome to my new story. This time, I decided to write a second part of 'How was your first time.' For those who didn't read it, this is an anthology of personal stories told in first person, with some friends talking about it in real-time.
I decided to use the ROTI cast because I have been writing a lot about the Original generation. Also, I chose to use the girls because I used the boys in the original. I hope you enjoy it.
Total Drama belongs to Fresh TV, its creators and distributors. I don't own anything from the properties used in this fic
How was your first time? 2
It's been more than a year since the ending of the Total Drama All-stars season. The place is inside one of the buses from Beaver Express, a not-so-famous but pretty cheap service of private buses. The only passengers were six girls, all seeming annoyed but not for the constant shaking of the old bus or the smell of diesel that filled the air.
The six girls were former contestants from the show Total Drama Revenge of the Island, the fourth installment of the famous survivor for teens franchise. They were forced by their contracts to help promote the show at least once every three months for 5 years.
There was always some tension among the contestants in these events, but things went out of control this time. The girls were all frowning and quiet, the atmosphere in the vehicle being uncomfortable and heavy. The driver tried to focus on the road, averting his eyes from the contestants.
After some miles, one of them tried to defuse the situation.
"M-Maybe you went too far," said Zoey, trying to sound harsh but stuttering. "we just ruined the event for the f-fans."
She was wearing bell-bottom pants with a yellow and black pattern and a tank top like the one she used on the show but yellow colored. Her hair was like in the show, but her flower accessory was missing.
"Says the girl who threw the table against the host," said Dakota, who was filing her nails with a heavy iron file.
The fame monger's hair was green with blond roots, and she was 6'6'' tall (1.95), but her skin tone was pale, her teeth weren't pointed, and she talked like a normal person. She was wearing a pink top, jacket, and pants.
Zoey looked at her with wide eyes. "HEY! It's not my fault that the public started to harass me."
"Of course, because it's never your fault, you're so nice and pure. Everyone else is the bad one but me," said Anne Maria, faking Zoey's tone.
The Jersey shore girl had her iconic hairstyle and tan but was dressed in denim shorts with a low-cut black T-shirt and a leopard-printed jacket,
"Hey! That isn't true! Take that back." Zoey stood up and faced Anne Maria.
"Make me!" replied Anne Maria, glaring at the Indie girl.
"Please stop!" said Dawn in a louder tone than usual. "I know everyone is stressed, but all this negative energy won't help us. It'll only cause a tragedy."
The aura reader was wearing the same clothes as in the show, only that instead of a green sweater, she was wearing a white one and had her hair tied in a ponytail.
Jo scoffed, "stop playing the good girl Pixie. You're as bad as them."
The jockette was dressed in black sweatpants and a black and gray camouflage hoodie.
"You're only resentful because the event didn't go as you expected and because you want to be as famous as Zoey. But you should realize that you're you, and Zoey is Zoey, and you're perfect and wonderful as you're," Dawn made a small smile and tilted her head. "Well maybe not perfect and wonderful, there is space for some self-improvement."
"Keep the hocus-pocus and those shenanigans to yourself. If you're so good at predicting the future, I'm sure you see this coming," Jo said in a harsh tone before flipping the bird at the aura reader.
Dawn shook her head slowly. "All that anger will only hurt yourself, but do what you want."
At the bottom of the bus, Staci was looking at her phone, recording herself. The first boot was wearing a pink dress with her iconic red ribbon, her hair grew again, and she had it in a bob cut like Gwen, a past competitor from the first generation.
"So dear fans, are you wondering what happened?" said Staci as she recorded her voice. "Well, let me tell you, ya? It's a really interesting story."
Saskatoon convention center, dressing room - 3 hours and 30 minutes ago.
The 6 girls were getting ready for a "meeting fans" event at the Saskatoon convention center. It was like many other meetings, they'll go onto the stage, answer some questions for the host, and maybe some from the fans.
The atmosphere was a lot better in the dressing room than it would be in the bus. Only Jo seemed annoyed being there, but the other 5 girls seemed, if not friendly, at least were in cordial terms with each other.
"… and then I realize the suit Sam wore to the event was an Armani, not a Gucci. I felt like crawling into a hole and dying," said Dakota, covering her mouth and laughing.
Anne Maria and Staci laughed with her while Zoey forced a chuckle, not understanding the joke.
"I don't get what you find funny about using one brand or another," said Dawn, sitting cross-legged in a corner. "Even if Gucci is a better option, being more eco-friendly than Armani, both are corporations only interested in their own benefit."
"It's funny because Gucci is a better brand, and mixing them is hard," said Anne Maria smirking. "But it's cute that Sam's making efforts to understand fashion. You're a lucky girl, Dakota."
Zoey made a wide smile. "Mike's also wonderful, and he listens 'The Buggles' with me and is starting to enjoy 80's music."
"Thanks Zoey, but we were talking about Sam," said Anne Maria glaring at the redhead.
"Hey! there is no need to be rude. I just thought Mike and Sam were a little alike, being good boyfriends and all," Zoey blushed, unsure how to confront Anne Maria.
"HA! I can't believe how you can be proud of dating that coach potato or the John McCrazy," said Jo, in a mocking tone. "But I guess a million dollars makes anyone attractive."
"Wh…"
"What's your problem Jo? Are you envious of them because they got a boyfriend?" Anne Maria went and interrupted Zoey. "Yes Mike and Sam may not be perfect, but at least they're honest, not like you."
"Hoho, burn," said Staci covering her mouth. "I don't know who invented burns, but it's probably an ancestor of Anne Maria."
Jo's face reddened, and she pointed at Anne Maria. "What's your problem Tanne Maria? My beef was with fake red and Paris Faketon, not with you."
"Let's not fight," said Dawn, putting herself between Jo and Anne Maria. "All of us are stressed and would prefer to be anywhere else, but let's try to get along until the end of the day."
There was a small silence. But before the girls could answer, they were called from outside the room.
"Total drama contestants, please come to the stage," said a helper.
"Great, let's get it over with," said Jo storming out of the dressing room.
Staci smiled. "It seems she still has some issues with Bri… Ooops, I'm not supposed to say that."
"You're not supposed to say anything, Staci, and no one is interested in what you have to say," replied Zoey in a harsh tone and then went out of the room.
"It seems she's still angry about that note in the total drama fan's blog," Staci scratched her head, sighing.
Dawn looked at her, shaking her head. "You need to apologize, it doesn't matter if it's true or not. What you wrote in that blog hurt her. But you can still do the right thing."
"I… I'll think about it," Staci blanched. Dawn really knew what to say at any moment and was as scary as always.
Sadly none of the girls knew Staci wouldn't have the chance to apologize after the event.
Saskatoon convention center, stage 2 - 3 hours and 20 minutes ago.
The 6 former contestants sat at a long table on the stage in front of the audience. On the corner was a black-haired woman with an executive blue dress and too much makeup.
"I don't like her aura," whispered Dawn to Zoey, who nodded.
"Welcome everyone," said the woman making a huge smile. "My name is Carolyn Cheryl Saint Laurant, and today we're on the panel 'Toxic waste and its effect in the entertainment industry from a female perspective.'
"WHAT?" Dakota's face turned red, she stood up and balled her fists. "I didn't accept to talk about that."
Carolyn forced a smile and talked between her teeth. "Please take your seat. The subject was chosen more than a month ago, and your company accepted."
The mutant girl sat again, fuming and glaring at the moderator.
"Ehem, and for this subject, we have today the revenger's girls: Anne Maria, Dawn, Dakota, Jo, Sadie, and Zoey…"
"It's actually Staci," said Staci raising a finger.
The moderator just ignored the first boot. "These six girls took part in Total Drama fourth season when the island they competed on was turned into an illegal toxic waste disposal site. What can you tell us about your experience?"
There was an uncomfortable silence on the stage. The public began to whisper among themselves as Carolyn glared at the girls, who didn't know what to say, they weren't ready for something like this.
Zoey bit her lip. She couldn't endure that kind of atmosphere any longer.
"It was terrible," said Zoey, her voice trembling. "All the place was so unnatural. Everything the toxic waste touched changed in those horrible monsters, and every day was dangerous."
"Monsters?" Dakota glared at Zoey, her voice cracking and her eyes filled with tears.
Zoey blanched, not realizing the weight of her words until that moment.
"The fauna and flora were ruined by the real monster, Chris Mclean," said Dawn raising her fist. "The mutation in the poor creatures was painful and unnatural. We're still trying to revert the damage and help them. If you want to help, please contact our organization Wawanakwa mutant rights."
"So you have an organization to help monsters?" asked Carolyn, noticing how that word hurt Dakota.
Dawn shook her head. "They aren't monsters, they're victims."
"Mutants are normal critters whose DNA was changed against their will, turning them into mutants. But they still living beings that do their best to survive," said Dakota, raising her voice.
"Yes, only that their best includes trying to eat the people around them," said Jo in a snarky tone.
Dawn glared at her. "Their natural instincts are confused by their new situation. You can't blame them for trying to hunt and eat like any other animal."
"Please don't get heated. This is a civilized presentation," said Carolyn enjoying their fight. "If what you say is true, what about Fang, the famous mutant shark? He didn't seem like a victim."
"Because that squalo is smarter than you," Anne Maria smirked.
The moderator looked daggers at her. "Excuse me?"
"Sorry, squalo is the Italian word for shark. I didn't realize you wouldn't understand a different language," Anne Maria smiled and winked.
Carolyn's face turned red, but she was interrupted before she could retaliate against the Jersey girl.
"As Anne Maria said Fang is an exception. They developed human-like intelligence and free will, so their acts aren't by instinct but by their own decisions," Dawn raised a finger in a teacher-like way.
"Yes, that damn shark was smarter than half of the girls at this table," said Jo, rolling her eyes.
Anne Maria made a gesture of rolling her sleeves. "I'm tired of your passive-aggressive comments. Want a piece of me? Come and get it!"
"I'll make you swallow those words, Tanne Maria," Jo also stood up.
"STOP! STOP!" shouted Carolyn, glaring at them. "Please girls, we're pros. Left the fight after we have finished ok?" Reluctantly both girls sat again. "Evelyn, what can you tell us about the toxic waste?"
Staci glared at her and but decided to not confront her. "The toxic waste was part of a contract Chris McLean did with a small company called Ontario Enviromental Inc. But that company disappeared when the scandal was revealed. However, the company manager was also a manager in Lamor Corp…"
"Wait, wait!" Carolyn interrupted Staci, "I want to know how it was to live on the island. I don't care about your conspiracy theories."
"These aren't conspiracy theories, it's what happened. My great-aunt Rona told me, and she has information from the government," said Staci folding her arms. "But what can a cheap Blaineley imitator know?"
"How dare you!" Carolyn's face was contorted by the anger, and her fist trembling. "I w-would never imitate that second-rate host. Ugh forget it," she then turned toward the jockette. "Jo, what can you tell us about the island?"
Jo shrugged. "It was, as the redhead said, dangerous, but I didn't care. Bald rats shooting lasers from their eyes, bigger blind bald rats trying to eat you, flying flame-breathing goats, and the worst, the giant carnivorous plant."
"None of them were rats, they were different kinds of rodents," said Dawn, frowning at Jo. "And Larry, the giant plant, was only following Chris's orders because it was loyal, so I think it wasn't responsible for their acts."
"Of course pixie dust needs to go and defend those monsters," said Jo, rolling her eyes.
Dakota stomped, making everyone shudder and shut up. "STOP CALLING THEM MONSTERS!"
There was an awkward silence until Carolyn cleared her throat. "Ok, now let's hear some questions from the audience."
A tall nerdy guy with a bow tie and square glasses cleared his throat. "Hello, my name is Ethan, from Regina. I want to ask Zoey how far she has gone with Mike?"
The audience was filled with chuckles and whispers as Zoey looked at him, tilting her head.
"Sorry I don't understand the question. We reached the finale together in the All-stars season so, winner?" said Zoey, but her answer sounded more like a question.
"No!" Ethan blushed. "I mean how far you had gone in your relationship, you know, if you already kissed or something more."
Zoey blushed, and her eyes widened as plates. "No comments."
Ethan lowered his head in disappointment, and a small girl with a big smile and blue eyes took the mic after him. "Hello, I'm Abigail, from Toronto. Did you use your tongue when you kissed Mike during the All-Star finale?"
"What? No! I mean, it's none of your business," said Zoey, her face even redder.
Anne Maria chuckled. "I knew you were a bad kisser."
"SHUT UP!" replied Zoey in a harsh tone, making Anne Maria shiver.
"Ok calm down. Let's go to the next question," said Carolyn, looking nervously at the contestants.
A short and fat guy with a ponytail, a neckbeard and a T-shirt with an anime girl took the mic. "Hello. I'm Andrew from Regina. I'm a big-time fan of the show," he smiled and dried his sweat with a handkerchief. "My question is something all the show fans want to know. For anyone who can answer. Which one of Mike's personalities is the best on the bed?"
There was a small silence, and after a moment, Zoey freaked out.
"WHAT? WHY IS EVERYONE SO FOCUSED IN MY PRIVATE LIFE?" shouted Zoey, flipping the table and accidentally crushing Carolyn with it. "want to ask perverted questions? Do it in the hospital, where you'll end once I finish with you!"
Zoey threw a chair, hitting Andrew in the forehead, and then tried to jump over him, but Jo and Dakota stopped her. The event then ended, and they threw the girls off the convention center.
"And that's what happened," said Staci winking at her phone.
"Shut up, blabbermouth! Stop talking to your imaginary friends!" shouted Jo rolling her eyes. "No one cares about your stories."
Staci gave her a dirty look. "They're not imaginary friends, they're the show's fans and have the right to know about this. But what can I expect from a technological Neanderthal with a 10-year-old phone?"
"Ha! My phone works perfectly, I don't need to spend 300 bucks on a fancy model just to gloat," Jo glared at the compulsive liar.
"My great great great grandparent Alexander invented phones, and even he had a better model than you, ya!" said Staci, covering her mouth as she laughed.
Jo stormed toward Staci, putting her in a headlock and giving her a noogie. "Repeat that chatterbox! Eh? You're not so brave now!"
"Ouch! Stop, I'm against all forms of violence, ya," said Staci while trying to free herself.
"Stop Jo! By hurting Staci, you're only hurting yourself," said Dawn, pulling Jo's arm, but she couldn't move her an inch.
Anne Maria scoffed while filing her nails. "Stop wasting your time, pasty, when Jo's angry, she only sees red. Just wait until she's tired."
"Who asked for your opinion Tan gerina!?" shouted Jo, glaring at Anne Maria while keeping the headlock on Staci.
"Don't disrespect the tan," said Anne Maria, standing up and rolling up an imaginary sleeve.
Jo chuckled and gave the Jersey girl a dirty look, "Do your worst, you and blabbermouth are all bark and no bite."
Anne Maria pounced over Jo, pulling her short hair, while the jockette tried to punch her face, but Dawn was holding her arm.
"Let go tinkerbell," shouted Jo, slamming Dawn against a seat.
"No until you promise to stop fighting," shouted Dawn, holding Jo as hard as she could.
Zoey stood up nervously, wanting to help. "Girls, stop! You're not like this!"
"Oh, and now Zoey enters to help everyone, such a great girl," said Dakota in a snarky tone.
"What's your problem, Dakota?" asked Zoey, glaring at the starlet. "I'm just trying to help."
Dakota stood up and poked her finger at Zoey's chest. "My problem is that I am, what did you say, a monster! So I'm acting like one!"
"W-When I called you a mon…" Zoey was asking when she remembered calling the mutants monsters during the conference. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
But before Dakota could answer, they were interrupted by the bus driver.
"STOP FIGHTING BACK THERE! Or I'll stop the bus!" shouted the guy, tired of the constant bickering.
But the driver was so distracted by the girls that he stopped looking at the front. When he realized there was a moose in the middle of the road.
"NOOO!" shouted the man, steering to avoid the moose.
The 6 girls shouted as the bus went off the road.
Zoey shook her head, she was on the bus floor. The redhead could feel a breeze coming from the front.
The total drama finalist took a moment to be sure she was ok and wasn't hurt anywhere. She then felt something weird in her pocket. Zoey took out her phone, or what remained after she fell over it.
The small device screen was smashed, and the frame was bent. All the pixels in the right-upper corner were dead.
"Really?" said Zoey sighing. "Well, Maybe I can still call Mike."
However, her optimism was short-lived. When she touched the screen, the phone broke apart. Zoey felt like crying.
"Are you ok?"
The redhead turned around and looked at Dakota, offering her a hand. She took it and stood up.
"I'm fine, but I guess my phone isn't," said Zoey, frowning.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Dakota, rubbing her arm. "You can use mine to call your family if you want."
The starlet took out her phone, but there wasn't signal. "Well, you can use it when we arrive at the hotel.
"Dakota," Zoey voice was lower than usual, "I'm really sorry if I insulted you. When I called the mutants monsters, I never thought about your feelings. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too. I'm still like a bit sensitive about my accident, and I overreacted…" Dakota made a smile. "So let's forget about it. Friends again?"
Zoey shook her hand. "Of course!"
"Great! Thanks Zo," Dakota winked and walked toward the bus's entrance. "Now let's go and see how the others are."
Meanwhile, the other 4 ex-contestants were talking with the driver outside the bus.
"Are you saying we're stranded here!?" shouted Jo. She seemed to be about to punch the driver.
"T-The engine is broken. There is nothing I can do!" said the poor man with a trembling voice.
Staci looked at her phone. "And we don't have signal."
"What? Ple-e-ease Staci, if you gonna lie, at least tell something credible," said Anne Maria, taking out her phone. "Oh, I don't have any bars."
"I told you!" Staci crossed her arms, her face beaming.
Dawn smiled. "I'm so happy there are still pure regions in the country, free from telephone waves and towers."
"Yes, yes, but thanks to that, we can't call for help," said Jo rolling her eyes. "Now what?"
"I-I can go to Chef lake and ask for help. It should be close," said the driver, drying his forehead with a handkerchief.
Dakota went down off the bus, tilting her head. "How close?"
"15 miles, maybe 16," said the man, forcing a smile.
"WHAT? I'm not walking 16 miles in the forest," said Anne Maria stomping her foot on the ground.
"Oh? What happens Tanne Maria? Your weird hairdo weighs too much?" Jo said in a mocking tone, smirking.
"Don't dare to disrespect the puff!" Anne Maria glared back at the jockette, balling her fist.
Dakota went down the bus and stood between them. "STOP! Can you try to get along for at least 5 minutes?"
"A-Also there is a problem…" said the driver looking at the ground. "Someone needs to stay and watch the bus."
"Yes, because someone may steal the broken bus, ya," said Staci chuckling.
The driver shook his head. "Not the bus, but they may steal the tires."
"Great, then I'm staying behind, warding the bus or whateva" said Anne Maria, waving her hand. "There is no way I'm walking 15 miles in these shoes."
"B-But you can't stay alone," said Zoey, biting her lower lip. "I'll stay with you. At least with two people, we should be safer."
Anne Maria squinted at Zoey and then smiled. "Do what you want," and then added in a lower tone. "And thanks."
"I'm also staying with them ya," said Staci, raising her finger. "As the ancient Chinese proverb says: better three than two."
"I never heard that proverb before," said Zoey, but no one seemed to mind it.
"Well, the useless guy, Pixie, grass hair and I'll go to the city, and the rest will wait in the bus," said Jo, folding her arms.
The bus driver raised his hand. "I'm not useless, and actually, my name is-"
"Sorry, I can't go with you," said Dawn, accidentally interrupting the driver, "I'm not the fastest walker and would only slow you down."
"Whatever," Jo huffed, "Then Paris Hilton, the guy, and me."
Dakota pouted for a moment and then frowned dramatically. "Oh… I'm sorry, I think I strained my leg during the crash and can't walk."
"WHAT!?" shouted Jo and Zoey.
"Why you didn't say anything?" asked the redhead, running to her side.
Dakota put an arm against her forehead. "I didn't want to worry you."
"All of you're useless," said Jo, glaring at them. "Then Mr. Complains and I will go to the city. Let's go!"
The driver twiddled his fingers. "I'm not Mr. Complains, my name is…"
"STOP COMPLAINING," shouted Jo as the two went into the forest.
Zoey helped Dakota get back on the bus as the rescue team departed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were hurt," said Zoey, looking at the ground, furrowing her brow.
"Oh, I'm not," whispered Dakota, smirking. "But I didn't want to be alone walking for hours with Jo."
Zoey's jaw dropped, and then she chuckled. "I can't believe you did that. But yes, Jo sometimes is too intense, I think being apart from Jo for some hours instead of being trapped together will be good for everyone."
Then, as if she was called. Jo came back to the bus.
"What happens Jo? Did you forget anything?" asked Staci, crossing her arms. "My great, great, great, great…"
"Shut up chatterbox! My sneaker broke down," said Jo, raising her shoe. The sole and the rest of the shoe were split apart. "I can't walk like this."
Zoey sighed. "Did I jinx us?"
"I think you did," replied Dakota, also sighing.
After 2 hours, the 6 girls were trying to keep themselves busy. Jo was doing squats, Dawn was meditating, and Dakota played an offline game on her extra phone after the first one ran out of battery. Staci, Anne maria, and Zoey were playing I spy.
"I spy with my little eye something green colored," said Zoey, looking out of the window.
"It's a tree … again," said Anne Maria rolling her eyes.
"You're right," Zoey sighed and looked at the ground. "Sorry, there aren't many things to spy out there."
"My great, great great grandmother Greta invented I spy, but that weasel Rosamond came and stole…"
Anne Maria interrupted Staci, raising a hand. "STOP! No more relatives stories." She then lay in her seat. "There must be something funnier to do here. I already did my nails 3 times."
"We can count the cars that drive by and try to guess their color," said Zoey clapping.
"I think the last car passed like 40 minutes ago," said Anne Maria raising an eyebrow. "And it'll be white."
Staci's eyes sparkled. "Hey! I…"
"If it's about your relatives that invented cars or colors, ZIP IT!" shouted Jo, glaring at her.
"No! It isn't about my wonderful family, I had an idea to keep us entertained," said Staci, who then whispered, "And you can forget hearing about my ancestor Artaxerxes who invented the color purple."
Dakota put her phone in her pocket. "And what's that idea? My phone is running out of battery, and with the bus broken, I can't charge it."
"How about we hold a storytelling contest about our first dates? It's a great way to bond and entertain us," said Staci, making a big grin.
"I like the idea," said Dakota excitedly, "But it needs to be our first date? I have more interesting stories."
Anne Maria smirked. "Why we don't use the first-time theme? It can be about our first date, kiss, or boyfriend."
"I like that idea," said the starlet, Staci clapping at her side.
"That's a stupid idea, I hard pass," said Jo glaring at them. "I have better things to do than hear about your boring lives."
Staci put out her tongue. "Do what you want. Anyway, we only wanted true stories."
"I think I'll also pass," said Zoey blushing. "It sounds fun, but it can be unfair to those who have never dated," she then looked at Dawn.
"If it's about me, don't worry, I have already dated before," said Dawn, opening her eyes.
Everyone on the bus gasped.
"What? It's so weird I found a person that wanted to spend time with me?" asked Dawn, a bit hurt.
"Oh no, nothing like that," said Anne Maria, waving her hands. "It's just ... that…"
"We thought you weren't interested in those kinds of things," said Zoey, who was as flustered as the rest.
Dawn made a small smile. "Even if I have my gift, I'm an ordinary teenager who also wants to love and be loved. And I'll be more than happy to share one of my stories."
"That's great! The more, the merrier," said Staci, unusually excited. "So it will be among the four of us?"
"It seems so," said Anne Maria, fixing her puff. "And if it's a contest, we need a prize. What will I get after beating all of you?"
Dakota smirked. "What if everyone puts some 100 dollars and we buy the best phone we can get? I want the new iPhone."
Both Jo and Zoey turned around after Dakota's proposal.
"I'm in," said Anne Maria, smirking. "But I don't think 400 dollars is enough for one of those fancy toys."
"Ok, we can buy whatever phone we want, but saving 400 dollars is a good deal," said Dakota smirking.
Dawn looked at them with wide eyes. "A hundred dollars is a lot of money to waste in such an unsightly way."
"C'mon pasty, don't be a party popper," said Anne Maria, smirking. "They paid us $900 for this annoying trip, so you can spend $100 in a friendly bet."
"Also my aunt owns a phone store. She can get us the phone at a better price, Ya," added Staci smiling.
Dakota raised an eyebrow. "Are you lying?"
"How dare you? I never lie!" said Staci raising her head. However, everyone was looking at her with cold eyes, making her blush. "Ok, I may sometimes lie, ya, but this time is true. Her store is in Ottawa."
"If you don't mind, can I take part too in the contest?" said Zoey, rubbing her arm, "It's a bit embarrassing, but it sounds like a fun idea after all."
"As Sandy says, the more the merrier…"
"Actually it's Staci," Staci corrected Anne Maria, frowning at her.
"Whateva, the important thing is that you can also give me 100 dollars," said the Jersey girl, smiling smoothly.
"Then I'll also enter your silly game," said Jo, sitting between Dakota and Dawn.
Dakota glared at her. "If it's silly, you can stay out."
"Afraid I'll beat you all in your game?" said Jo, filled with confidence.
"The competition is about dating stories, ya?" said Staci, raising an eyebrow.
Jo punched the armchair. "What are you saying, chatterbox? That I never dated before?"
"Ehm, ahm…. I'm sorry," said Staci, lowering her head.
"Then … who will go first?" asked Dawn, tilting her head. "The first person to tell her story will have an advantage if another story is similar to theirs."
"Let's choose randomly," Dakota took out an empty box of paper napkins. "We can write our names on paper sheets and take out one at a time."
Staci took out her notebook. "I'll write the names."
"So, who will put them out?" asked Zoey tilting her head.
"Anyone but pixie dust, she can use her weird tricks to find her own paper," said Jo folding her arms.
Dawn gave her a dirty look. "Aura reading doesn't work like that, and even if it did, I would never cheat."
Staci put the papers in the box, and after shaking it, Anne Maria put her hand inside.
"Don't worry, I'll take it," said Anne Maria winking and taking a paper.
"Wait, we haven't…"
But the Jerseys reject ignored Zoey and read the paper. "Ugh, first is Dakota's turn."
"Great!" said Dakota, fist-pumping. "Then get your money ready, that you're about to hear the winner's story."
Author Notes:
First of all, thank you for reading the story. This episode set the framework for the girls to share their stories.
This story is a spiritual successor of 'how was your first time,' but with the ROTI girls, like that story this will be more or less experimental, with different kinds of storytelling, and always having an unreliable narrator.
If you want, mark the story as a favorite or leave a review with your thoughts. That helps me to stay motivated and keep writing. Also the stories will have some romantic elements, but some will be more romantic than others.
As always, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy this story.