A/N: A few more POVs coming up throughout the fanfic! A short loud confrontation coming up! So stay in your seat! Review, disclaimer is in the first chapter.

Gwen's POV

"Huh?" I asked. What does Chris mean? "The suitcase is now in the hands of one who cares, definitely a camper!"

"How?" Trent asked.

"One often means someone. Someone now has the suitcase. And they care deeply for it." I explained.

"This one has 100 Gs, this one can make you scream…could it be Owen? I mean, he has 100 Gs and makes most of us tear our hair out." Trent added.

"This one always likes to share, this one is always there. Well, the big guy does like to share, and he's always there for us when we need him." Leshawna suggested.

"Probably out of sight, one who can give you a great fright. There's no way that's Owen." I realized. "He's never out of sight even though he scares us sometimes."

"But who else has won 100 Gs?" Leshawna asked. I then remembered something.

"Remember the semi-finals? When Heather got her hair shaved off?"

"Yeah. That was really funny!"

"Remember JULIE?"

"Yeah. She was exempt from the semi-finals and became the "Ghost Player". The producers had 500 Gs left over, and they—oh boy." Trent finally realized.

"I still don't get it." Leshawna was scratching her head.

"They gave Julie 100 Gs because she was one of the best players they had ever seen! The rhyme makes sense! Julie always cares for us, shares with us, and she's always there for us, even though she makes us scream and can scare us with anything she does. Worst of all though, she's always out of sight. It could take us hours to find her!"

"Girlfriend, we better step on it! I don't want that one million dollars going to her!" Leshawna started running, and Trent and I followed her.

My POV

I got to the campgrounds, and no one was there. Thank God. I needed to call on the Reality Court once more.

"Please, please, I'm begging you, I don't want to win."

"You're winning?! Again?!" A voice boomed. I opened my eyes. I was once again in a dark room with a big pair of orange eyes staring at me.

"I'm sorry! It's just my brain thinks quickly, and I was able to get it! I bet all of the campers are out to get me now!"

"Good news: not all of them are. Bad news: the majority of them are. We can help you with this, only if you promise one thing."

"Name your price."

"You give us the 100 Gs. Chris doesn't have to know, and we'll help you get that second season. We weren't expecting this curve either, so it has come as a bit of a shock. But we can help a bit."

"How?"

"We can give you another silver suitcase that is identical to the one you have found. It will even weigh the same as the real suitcase. The only problem is that we will have to keep the real suitcase. But I promise we will give you back the real suitcase once the second season is over. Also, we will alter events very slightly, so you may be in for quite a shock when you get back to the camp grounds."

I heaved a sigh. What am I going to do? If I refuse the offer, I can walk right to the Dock of Shame, claim the one million dollars, but there'll be no second season. There might be, but I can't take that chance. If I accept the offer, I lose 100 Gs and if I get in the second season, maybe even the chance of not getting the one million dollars. But when has money been a concern? Screw the money! I'm in it to have the time of my life! "You've got yourself a deal. And thank you so much for everything you've done."

"All right. Be safe out there Julia." And with that, I met a blinding white light. Once my eyes got adjusted to the light, I saw Leshawna charge at Harold and Heather—on an ATV! I looked up, and I saw a hot air balloon with Courtney in it and Owen, Tyler, DJ, Cody, and a bear trying to get in the basket.

"She's got the case! Get her!" I looked straight ahead and saw Gwen pointing at me with the evilest look in her eyes.

"Gwen? Gwen!" I screamed and ran towards the Dock of Shame, clutching the fake suitcase in my arms. I made sure not to step on the Dock of Shame though. "Gwen? What are you doing?" she was getting closer to me, a crazed look in her eye. Izzy, Beth, Lindsay, Noah, Eva, and Ezekiel came running and stood behind Gwen and Trent.

"Hand over the suitcase and you don't get hurt!" Eva bellowed.

"I want to be a millionaire!" Izzy shouted, prepared to fight me.

"I want to be the queen of France!" Lindsay added. Then the few people there butted in with what they'd do with the million dollars. Then I couldn't take it anymore. I just burst.

"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!"

Chris's POV

Trees shook, the earth shook, the TV sets I set up were about to crash! My TV set was showing Julie screaming stop at the top of her lungs, which apparently is very high.

"I need to get in the chopper! I sense a confrontation coming up, one I need to actually see to believe." I ran away from the TV screen and to the chopper.

My POV

Everything was silent after I screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH ALL OF YOU?! I DON'T GET THIS AT ALL! YOU'RE ALL FIGHTING EACH OTHER, BEST FRIENDS TEARING EACH OTHER LIMB FOR LIMB, AND ALL FOR A MILLION DOLLARS!" I held up the suitcase. But I had to make sure the other campers could hear me, so I kept shouting at the top of my voice. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT THE FUCK YOU'LL DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS! WHAT I'M APPALLED BY IS HOW FUCKING HARD YOU'RE WORKING FOR IT! SURE, IT'S A MILLION DOLLARS! A CHANCE LIKE THIS HAPPENS ONLY ONCE IN A LIFETIME! I'M TIRED OF THE FUCKING EXCUSES! We're good friends Gwen; don't give me that crazy look in your eye."

Courtney's POV

"Damn that girl can SCREAM! We heard it!" Leshawna commented.

"Did you hear how many curse words she dropped?!" DJ asked. "That has got to be a crime somewhere!"

"Th-th-that did scare me a little." Cody shivered. Owen shuddered too.

"I can't believe she doesn't care about us! She doesn't give a damn about us! She doesn't know how hard we worked to get it, and it's now in HER HANDS! She thinks our reasons are excuses!" I yelled.

"She's right." Bridgette said. "We're working too hard for it. Look at us. We're standing on a diving board that could crash at any minute; you're absolutely upset at her when you should be grateful because she saved you from getting the boot too early, Owen, Tyler, DJ, and Cody are tied to each other out of the fear that one of them might take the money and run, don't you see?! We've all been consumed by greed!"

"I hate to say it, but she's right. We fell for another one of Chris's traps because we couldn't stand the fact that the big guy might become a millionaire." Leshawna confirmed. "No offense."

"None taken. I just thought you wanted to have one last go at it before we all left for good. I never thought it'd turn out like this." Owen put in a few words.

"How could you think that?!" I screamed at Owen.

"Well, Julie thought the same way. She was trying to get us to come and look for it." Bridgette added. "Before she left us."

"What was with that fine print thing Julie screamed about?" Leshawna asked me.

"Well, she remembered that the fine print in our contracts stated that if the first season garnered high ratings and enough popularity," I gulped.

"Well? We all know that it did." Cody asked. I remained silent for a few moments.

"We could all be bound to a second season of the show." I stated.

"No way! I'm not going to go through this a second time." Leshawna looked away. And when she did, all hell broke loose. The diving board wobbled and broke in half. I fell into the green jell-o pool.

Me: OMG COURTNEY! ARE YOU OKAY?!

Courtney: MMPHHH! MMPPHHH!

Me: She's okay Chris!

Chris: All right! Time to meet the campers at the Dock of Shame!

Me: Better get out of that jell-o soon. AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *runs away*

Courtney: MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!