Hi! *dodges knives* yeah, I know, it's been forever. I was really sad that the last chapter didn't get any reviews, but finally, I finished this chapter, because I really want NxC to become a hufe popular crack couple, like TrentxLindsay or IzzyxNoah. So write stories! Keep the ClassPresidentShipping flame alive!
Disclaimer:Yo no poseo TDI
P.S.- Duncan and Courtney broke up! Which means the doors are open for NoahxCourtney and GwenxDuncan! MUAHAHAHAHA!!! *shot by DxC fans*. In all seriousness, It sucks that they broke up =(
"Alright campers, enough beauty sleep! Time to show us what you're made of!"
This was how I began my fourth day at Camp Wawanakwa, population nineteen, since I'm fairly certain Chris and Chef don't sleep here. Or sleep period. And no, before you start asking, I haven't talked to Courtney. I haven't seen her, which I don't think is accidental. Hopefully, another one of Chris's inspiring and motivational challenges will give me ideas.
Apparently, the challenge was taking place in an outdoor theater. A few minutes after I sat down, I saw Courtney approaching. She was surrounded by Gwen, LeShawna, Bridgette, and Izzy. Uh oh. I've learnt from my older sister that girls travel in packs to 1: go to the bathroom, and 2:get through hard times. Since I caught Gwen and Bridgette glaring at me when they caught my gaze, and LeShawna and Izzy turning away, I assumed it was the latter. I didn't see Courtney's expression; it was hidden by the faces of her protective girlfriends.
"Courtney!" I called. Hopefully, she would see that I still liked her and wanted to apologize for the other day. But no, she and her girl gang waltzed right by me, not even blinking an eye. Bridgette and Izzy went to sit with their team, and Gwen, LeShawna, and Courtney sat to the left and below me on the bleachers. None of them moved at all, except Gwen, who was waving to Geoff on the other bleachers, while Heather glared at her. Uh oh. Someone's dead.
"Welcome to our brand-new, deluxe, state-of-the-art, outdoor ampitheater!" Chris exclaimed, walking onto the stage. "Okay, this week's challenge is a summer camp favorite: a talent contest!"
Great. Where was I when it was decided that talent contest's are a favorite? For someone who's only talents are reading, being sarcastic, sitting, and repelling awesome girls named Courtney (but hey, who's counting?), this won't be too easy. Of course, I am smart, which is quite an advantage over most of the people here. That could help.
"Yes! AWESOME!" Apparently Owen didn't share my views on talent contests. He didn't think this was going to be mind-numbingly boring. Optimist.
"Each team has eight hours to pick their three most talented campers." Chris continued. "These three will represent their team in the show tonight. Sing, dance, juggle, anything goes! As long as it's legal."
"DANG IT!" I jumped in my seat. Note to self: Never make Izzy mad.
"You'll be judged by our resident talent scout, former DJ, VJ, and rap legend, Grand Master Chef! Who will show his approval via the Chef-o-meter." Chris pointed upwards to something that will probably be edited in later. "The team that loses will send one camper home tonight! Good luck!" Chris walked off the stage, leaving us to our doom. Figurativly speaking.
...
A few minutes after Chris announced the challege, I sat with the rest of the team, avoiding Noah's unrelenting gaze. Seriously, doesn't he know how creepy that is? Duncan used to stare at me when we were on the same team... well, he stared at my chest, to be exact. Creep. Thankfully, the Bass kicked him off last night.
"Okay, I'm the team captain so here's how it's going to work." Heather announced. Wait, what?
"Wait a second. Who said you were team captain?" If anyone was team captain, it was me! I was a C.I.T after all.
"She did. Just now." Lindsay said happily. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. She was a nice kid, I'd give her that, but she as about as smart my capris.
"Beth, Lindsay and I had a vote, and I won."
"Threatening them to vote for you isn't exactly Democratic." Gwen piped up. I nodded.
"Look, if you two nerdlings have a problem with it, take it up with someone else." Heather growled. "We have a challenge to win!"
"Whatever." Gwen said, walking away. I went in the other direction, towards the cabin. Gwen was probably going off to her "secret spot" to write in her diary about Geoff. I didn't want to impose.
Because I'm a good friend. I thought to myself. Unlike Noah! And speak of the devil...
"Courtney, wait!"
I turned around to see him running after me. "What do you want, Noah?" I asked, keeping my voice as cold as possible.
He stopped in front of me, panting. "Look, about yesterday-"
"Yesterday? Oh, you mean yesterday, when you completely ignored me without good reason." I rolled my eyes at him. "Why shouldn't I return the favor?"
"Courtney, if you'd just let me explain-"
"You know what, Noah? I don't want to hear it!" I spun around and walked off. The nerve of that little egghead, thinking I'd care to hear his stupid excuse. I don't care. Obviously.
...
Damn it. She wasn't going to make this easy. All right, desperate times called for desperate measures. I had to be... romantic. Dun dun dun.
What was it about her? She was making me... soft. No, she was making me make myself soft. Why?
Pushing the dreading thoughts aside, I walked over to where Trent sat at the picnic table, strumming his guitar. "Trent." I said, trying to call his attention. He didn't respond, still lost in his musical world. "Trent!" I called louder, and he looked up with a start. "Oh, hey Noah. What's up?"
"Look, Trent, I have a favor to ask you." Taking a deep breath, I took a cue from the others on the island and stopped thinking as I whispered my plan to Trent.
"I don't know," he said, looking away. "I sort of had plans for something else..."
"Look, if you help me with my girl problems, I'll help you with yours." Trent's head shot up at me. "What?"
"Come on, it doesn't take a genius to know you like Lindsay. It's written all over your puppy dog face when you get her an extra low-fat muffin every morning." I said, trying to keep the digust out of my voice as I described his pathetic crush. Still, I guess it was sweet, in a way. My God, I sound like a girl. "I could talk to her, you know, put in a good word."
"Really?" he said, his face lighting up. "That'd be really cool of you, man. Thanks."
"No problem."
I spent the rest of the day with Trent, going over the plan and helping him with creative details. Then, about half an hour before the show started, I went to hold up my end of the bargain.
...
Why has Noah been with Trent all day? He doesn't play guitar, and as far as I know, he doesn't even like Trent!
And before you ask, no, I have not been following Noah all day. I just happened to be nearby for the past four hours. It's a complete coincedence.
Now he's going to the girl's cabin. What the heck! No one's there except... Lindsay.
No. He wouldn't. I mean, I was mad at him, but he hadn't given up on me yet. Besides, it was Lindsay. But it's not like I care. I mean, we're not even going out. So why am I worried about him seeing Lindsay?
Using my amazing C.I.T spying skills, I stood beneath the window and listened to their conversation. And that better all they have.
"Lindsay?"
"Oh, hi Noel! Don't you just love my new nail polish?"
"Yes, it really brings out the color in your liver."
"I know, right?"
"Okay, let me get this over with. What do you think of Trent?"
Oh, that's why he was with Trent. A stealth mission. I couldn't help but smile, since Noah and Lindsay obviously hadn't hooked up. Still, I stayed to listen just out of curiosity.
"The guy with the guitar? He is so cute, don't you think?"
"Er, yeah," Outside, I couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "That's such a great coincidence, because he thinks your cute too."
"Really?" Lindsay's voice got notably more excited. "You think so?"
"Trust me, I know so. Trent told me himself."
"Oh my gosh, thanks Nate! Now I can plan my outfit for tonight! Thanks!"
"No problem. Good luck with Trent."
"Thanks. Good luck with Carly. You two make the cutest couple!"
For a second my heart stopped, and I held my breath. People thought of us as a couple? If even Lindsay could see that I liked him, then... wow.
Inside, there was silence. Then, Noah said. "And Carly is...?"
"You know, that bossy, tan girl that you like."
There was another, longer pause. Finally, there was a small, male noise that sounded like "Thanks", and then Noah opened the door and walked out. Luckily, he didn't see me, as my time as a C.I.T taught me how to blend with my surroundings.
"Attention, campers! report to the ampitheater for the talent show! McLean out!"
Oh well, let's get this over with.
...
"It's the TDI Talent Extravaganza!" Chris exclaimed. "Welcome to the very first Camp Wawanakwa Talent Contest, where six campers will showcase their mad skills, and desperately try not to humiliate themselves. First up for the Screaming Gophers is Justin!"
Justin started doing this weird dance/paparazzi water thing. I don't know. It almost made me wish I had auditioned. I could have gotten the full ten points with my amazing violin solo. But I wasn't going to give Heather the pleasure of listening to my violin, which sounds like the music of the gods. Speaking of Heather, she was smiling strangely at Gwen, who didn't seem to notice, since she was staring at Geoff. Interesting. I'd have to tell Gwen later. Heather was definitely up to something.
Justin got a fair amount of points, which put us in the lead, especially after DJ blew it for the Bass by screwing up his ribbon dance.
"Next for the Screaming Gophers... Heather!"
During DJ's act, Heather had changed into her leotard. But now she was sitting down, and was holding a small book. Huh?
"Originally, I was going to dance for you. But instead, I want to celebrate team spirit with a collaboration. So, with words by Gwen, performance by me, enjoy."
Uh oh. I looked down at my goth friend. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was hanging wide open.
"Okay, so I'm trying to ignore him, but he's just so cute! If they had custom ordered a guy to be a distraction for me here, it would have been McHottie. We just totally connect. He's pretty much the only person here I can relate to. And I know it's a cliche, but I love guys with cowboy hats!" At that point, Gwen ran from the outdoor theater, looking more embarrassed then my friend Miranda after she burped during her speech at assembly.
"Thank You." Heather finished, smiling evily.
Oh. My. Gosh. That was so mean! I knew Heather was mean, and that she hated Gwen, but that was totally uncalled for!
The next person for the Killer Bass, ironically, was Geoff. He looked seriously distracted, and kept looking in the direction Gwen had run off to, and evantually he broke his board. Yes! We are so going to win this!
"And now, here they are for the leaders, Trent and Noah!"
Wait, Noah? He didn't tell me he was performing! That might have been because I wasn't talking to him... which I guess I might have been slightly overreacting about...
"This is for someone special here at camp." Noah nodded to Trent, who began softly strumming his acoustic guitar.
" We sat under a tree and read all day.
You never got bored, you always stayed.
I realize now that you're my friend.
And the times together are the best I've had.
Now that you're gone, I finally see.
That what I miss most is you and me."
.... I know you're expecting a comment on the song right now, but my brain won't work. For the first time in my life, I'm absolutely speechless. I mean, that was... amazing! Noah told me once that he hated singing with all his soul. For him to do that... wow.
The others erupted into clapping and cheering, and Noah was staring at me. I could feel a huge smile on my face, and before I could think, I ran onto the stage and threw my arms around him.
...
Holy crap. Courtney was hugging me. Hugging me. I could feel tingles running down my arms. Maybe I should sing more often... Nah.
"Noah, that was amazing! I can't believe it!" Courtney smiled, looking up at me.
"So... are we cool? Cause I am sorry, and that's about as far as I'm going to show it."
"Yes! It was stupid of me anyway."
"Great. Can you just promise me one thing?"
"What?"
"Don't ever make me sing again!" I half-joked. She laughed and nodded.
"Hey Edward and Bella, het off the stage! Next up is Harold!"
...
"Screaming Gophers, I only have ten marshmallows on this plate. When I call you up, come and claim your marshmallow. The camper who doesn't recieve a marshmallow must immeadietly walk down the Dock of Shame, board the Boat of Losers, and leave. And you cannot come back ever!"
Right. How were we supposed to know that Harold was an awesome beat-boxer? This sucks.
"The first marshmallow goes to Beth."
"Cody."
"LeShawna."
"Gwen."
"Owen."
"Trent."
"Lindsay."
"Courtney." Yes!
"Heather." What? How did that happen?! Everyone voted for her... didn't they?
"Noah and Justin, this is the final marshmallow of the night." What? I can't get voted off! My team needs my brain power! I looked over at Courtney. She was staring at me worridely, her hands clasped and shaking.
"The final marshmallow goes to... Noah."
Yes! I ran up to get my marshmallow, and stood next to Courtney, who smiled at me, looking relieved.
...
That night, I sat on the beach looking at the stars. I was in a thoughtful mood, and I hoped nobody disrupted me. Well, almost everybody.
"Hey." I looked up to see Noah standing above me.
"Hey." Hey? I couldn't come up with something wittier than hey? Ugh!
"What are you doing out here? It's freezing!" he sat down next to me.
I shrugged. "Gwen's filling Heather's bed with red ants as revenge for reading her diary. I don't want one to accidentaly crawl into my bed."
"Oh."
We sat there for a few minutes, until I finally said what had been going through my head for the past day.
"Can I ask you something?"
"You just did."
I glared at him for a second, then continued. "I'm totally over the ignoring thing, but I want to know... why did you ignore me the other day?"
Noah's face fell, and he turned away when he answered. "It was stupid. It was nothing, and it's not important at all anymore."
"Oh."
He got up. "See you tomorrow. I have to go get my beauty sleep." he said sarcastically, walking away.
"See ya." I watched his retreating form until he was gone.
He had a reason for ignoring me. And I was going to find out what.
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Anyway, I think this might be the best chapter so far! What about you guys? (BTW, Trindsay FTW!!)
I don't know when the next chapter is coming, but since the holidays are comeing up (yay!) keep your hopes up! and for the love of Cody, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
On another note, who's excited for the finale? My friend and I have a bet on who's gonna win. My friend thinks Duncan, and while I like him more and wish he'd win, I'm pretty sure Beth is gonna win. Any thoughts?