Gold class smelt of girl again, the sweet smell of perfume, and and hairspray lingered in the air. Sierra was not bugging Cody, instead she was messing around with her hair, trying to figure out what to do with it for the next challenge. Gwen and Courtney were having a wonderful discussion about Duncan, Gwen and Courtney, both overly excited about the return of Duncan. Courtney must have known that Gwen liked Duncan, she said he looked great, but quickly fixed herself up. Heather could tell Gwen was more jumpy than usual, she liked Duncan. Heather knew the feeling, and was beginning to get jumpy around Alejandro, and when people spoke about him. She wanted to be sick all over again, that's the only way she could describe it, she wanted to vomit. She needed fresh air, and that's when she knew where she had to go, their meeting place. She called it their meeting place, due to the fact that they were always there, and they even made a small, meeting area to just sit around and talk. Heather didn't care if he wasn't there, her team was starting to annoy her more than usual.
Alejandro sat in economy, Tyler and him were starting to get super tight, Although Alejandro was just using him, he did start to like Tyler as a friend, they sort of just clicked. But, he was getting sick of Owen always farting, and Duncan thinking he was some big bad boy who could boss people around, Duncan was a pest and he wanted him gone. So Alejandro went to the meeting place. He had to see her, he knew she was beautiful, but that's all, he wouldn't have feelings for her, no no, that line wouldn't be crossed, he was using her, and he knew it worked, she fell for him, hard. The thought of this made him smirk, and he got up from the steel benches, going to the dining room. Now that Noah was gone, Owen stopped making remarks, and Duncan was sleeping, while Tyler watched over Duncan like a hawk. Once he got there, she wasn't. Was he upset? Sure, but he wasn't going back to economy, it was disgusting in that room. She was either scoping about, in the confessional, or was surely on her way. She had to be. Alejandro tapped his foot waiting for her to show up, she would, any minute now. He looked at the clock, it was getting late, around 11pm, but Chris didn't care what time they went to bed, not anymore, it was whenever they could sleep really. They had just left London and they were on their way to another destination. Alejandro was growing impatient. "Maybe she's already gone to bed..." He begun to ponder. He straightened his jeans out, and his red shirt, trying to make himself look presentable. He heard some shuffling, and looking up furiously, he saw her stumbling about in the dark. "Having some difficulty?" Alejandro teased, standing up and guiding her to the seat they had placed out.
"A little." She laughed. Alejandro hardly saw this side of her. A giggly 16 year old girl, who was just being silly and sneaking out past her bed time, he liked this side of her. "How's economy?" She was smug, and teasing him, like she did a lot of the time. He could see her shaking, she was cold as they were still in London. She rubbed her hands together, and blew on them, trying to stay warm.
"Heather Heather Heather..." Alejandro started, rubbing his hands together, he almost teased her, like he wanted something from her. Alejandro shook his head, slowly getting up from his seat, and walking around her. He got to her back, and Heather stared straight ahead. He leaned down near her ear, and whispered. 'Enjoy gold class while you can." He blew into her ear. They both heard of the PA systems that they would need to meet in the dining room. Their heads turned to look at each other, fear both in their eyes. "Go!" Alejandro pointed towards the bathrooms.
"Why do I have to go! You should be the one leaving!" Heather yelled back, panic taking over, she was stumbling all over the place, and her heart was beating fast. Alejandro slapped his forehead with his hand, and grabbed her arm by the wrist, pulling her with him away from the group. "Where are we going?" She angrily mumbled, being forcefully pulled. Alejandro and her saw the group of people coming out, and looking around with Chris being in front of them.
"Stay here." Alejandro whispered in Heather's ear, trying not to make a sound. He cooly walked out, like nothing had just happened, he was a great actor, for sure. Heather tip toed out as well, trying to act cool, but the blush on her face said otherwise. They both stood on opposite directions across from each other. Chris had said something about a Greek Olympics challenge. Heather didn't really listen, she was trying too hard to compose herself, licking her lips and swallowing hard.
"Childs play. There's no way we can lose an Olympic challenge to a team with no men." Alejandro chuckled, standing up straighter to make himself look taller, and masculine, and it was starting to work.
'Hope you look good in silver, I look great in gold." The words flew out like venom, and Heather pointed at his chest, rock, hard, chest.
"I'll be happy to lend you one of ours, since we'll have all of them." Alejandro was leaning over Heather now.
Hurdles. Heather wasn't good at hurdles, and Alejandro was at everything. She knew she was going to lose to him. He was flexible, and as said numerous times, perfect. But Heather had to have this one in the bag, so to boost confidence she spoke herself up, like she was the best.
"Sorry." She leaned in, smug towards Alejandro. "I'm fast and furious." She pulled her leg up, almost over her head.
But Owen did interject, saying "We'll be sending home the person who doesn't win a medal." In which Alejandro responded by doing the splits, and tying his hair up. With his toes. The panic on Heathers face was fast found, nibbling on her lip and ripping some skin off. They lined up, and Chris had blown the blow horn. Running in front, Alejandro turned around so he was running backwards, and looked at Heather. Straight in the eyes.
"Don't worry, you can borrow my medal if you want to look like a winner." Alejandro teased, slightly in front of Heather. Not only that, he was also running on his hands, and still a bit in front. Heather was getting nervous, while Alejandro got overly cocky. "Relax my friends, victory is within!" Alejandro yelled, looking back at Owen. He spoke too soon. He hit himself in the face with the hurdle, while Heather started jumping over them. Her adrenaline was powerful, and she could feel her legs shake like jely, her heart pounding, she was going to beat him. Alejandro. The feelings she had now were unexplainable. Once again, the vomitting feeling was in her stomach, her legs felt like lead. She did it. She beat him. Alejandro smiled to himself, before turning around at his team mates, frowning at her. Heather saw him smile at her, so she smiled back. These 'feelings' of hers were not going to control her. Not at all.