The lump in Heather's throat grew in size, her breath was uneven and fast, and her stomach was doing flip flops all about. She was anxious, stressed, nervous, the competition was getting to her head. Alejnadro had sat her down in the Dining Room, no one else around, and had gotten her a glass of water, wanting to calm her nerves, although Heather couldn't tell if his intentions were manipulative or not. Her hand was shaking, and Alejnadro had to baby her, by tilting the water up to her mouth, slowly but surely letting her have some time to swallow the ice water. Her breathing was still uneven and fast paced, but her legs are stopped wiggling. One of her arms was at her side, while the other was around the cup of water, with Alejandro's larger, warmer hand was on top. The intimate moment between her and Alejandor wasn't helping her nerves, although it was rather nice to have someone there help her with her sudden 'attack' she was having. Placing the cup on the ground next to her, Heather slowly massaged her temples, eyes focused on the hard wood floor, not daring to look into Alejandro's green orbs. With her calming down, she spoke up, breathing still rather uneasy.
"I'm fine." Heather huffed out, although she was still very pale and her hands were cold. Alejandro took the gesture of wrapping his hands around hers, warming them up and slowly rubbing them. Heather didn't have time to object, nor did her cheeks glow red. The lump in her throat was still aroused, and it made her uncomfortable, maybe this was how it was suppose to be, Alejandro and her, together, in this game of course, not outside the competition.
"You obviously aren't." Alejandro bluntly exlaimed, his eyes were a deep green, he looked worried, and it was sincere, the feelings between the two were becoming far too noticable, Heather hated it, who needed 'love'? It was more than enough, and Heather couldn't understand what was going on. "Here." Alejandrol ifted the glass of water to her plump lips, they were noticably a more pale pink, she was still pale from her attack, which he still had to ask what had brought it on in the first place. Heather accepted the water, slowly swallowing it, and moving it from her mouth, Alejandro took the cup and placed it on the ground next to him, not wanting to cause a scene and spill it. "What happened?" He asked, moving in closer to her face, so he could hear her breathing, still rattled from her attack.
"W...Why?" She stuttered out, turning her head from him. Even in her most vulnerable moments she would be stubborn, and Alejandro chuckled.
"Merely curious as to why you're panting and weak, I do that to some females, but this wasn't bought on by me." He winked, knowing this was hte worst time to flirt with her, he bought his palm to her cheek, slowly carressing it. "Tell me." His raspy voice made her feel weak, and his eyes were daunting into hers, the more dominating side coming out from him. He knew Heather wouldn't tell him a proper reason, and if she did, it'd be a surprise. He knew that they were close, but yet, still so far from each other, it was insane how much they were alike, and so different at the same time, he wanted to be with her, so much, but couldn't act on his emotions or feelings, what his brain was telling him to do was something he couldn't. Any sign of weakness from him would make himcrumble, everyone would find out and mack on him for it. Although he knew that everyone knew about him and Heather by now, he still had to act strong, as if he could care less about the girl.
"I guess I had an anxiety attack..." Heather started, looking up at his eyes, and slowly looking at his pink, plump lips. They looked so kissable, so good to taste, just one time she wanted to kiss them, kiss them hard and passionately, like they were going to die and never see each other again. "It's getting close." She furrowed her brows, although she was trying to look strong, she knew how weak she was, at his touch she collapsed, and it made her feel like he was a puppeteer. Nothing easily distracted Heather, only money and fame, the new thing added onto that list was Alejandro, he was starting to get to her head.
"Ok." Heather glared at the confessional. "This was not how I planned on being taken out, because Alejandro saw some sappy side of me okay, I'm still going to win, ok!" She crossed her arms. "It's all good..." She raised an eye brow, although she looked unsure.
"Sure, I could have manipulated Heather while she was in that state, but where's the fun in beating her?" Alejandro asked, almost unsure of himself, he couldn't manipulate her like that, it would have been too easy. "It's all good."
Sitting in Economy was a drag enough, to make matters worse, it was Alejandro, Heather, and Duncan, who thought it'd be great to make jokes about them 'coupling up.' The blood pumped to their faces, although they tried to keep cool and calm, it just lead to Duncan laughing. But, being as stubborn as they were, they fought back.
"Yeah right!" Alejandro and Heather started, "As if!" They turned their heads, arms crossed, they answered at the same time, in which Duncan had a good chuckle. "Stop it." Both now quite irritated with speaking at the same time. "Blainely was right, you two are so lame for each other." Duncan mocked while the two gasped.
The sweltering heat in Africa was enough, but they had to do another dumb challenge, something to do with Soccer, Heather aimed and fired, hitting Duncan in the face, along with Alejandro, who both glared at one another, while the both grunted in annoyance. Heather was pretty confident with her turn, Alejandro did aim for her but missed, in which Heather mocked in a sing-song voice "I knew he wouldn't kick a ball at his crush." In which the ball skidded, hitting her again. A few grunts made escaped her lips as she made her way flail to the ground, although she was the best at the challenge so far. More mocking continued, as Heather was batting, Chris calling her 'Alejandro's Girlfriend' in which messed up her stance, which ended in her hitting Alejandro on the head. "Ouch!" Alejandro yelped, rubbing his head, while Chris commented "Oh yeah, they're meant for each other." "Shut up Chris." The two blunty said, at the same time, again. Alejandro started "Ok this is ridiculous." A hint of aggravation in his voice, however, Heather knew it was irritating to him as well as herself.
The desire of Heather being closer to Alejandro was pure bliss, he needed her with him, in more than one way, he knew if he had her wrapped around his finger, he could win, on another, he wanted to be closer to her, to smell what perfume she had gracefully spritzed on herself. Duncan was an obvious choice to go hunting with, and he was 100% sure Heather would agree. Duncan had just mentioned teamed up, and Alejandro quickly jumped on that deal, pulling Duncan and Heather closer, slowly rubbing Heathers arm. "Forget it. You'll just get in my way." Heather protested, she would be a tricky girl to break, he was sure he already did. "I am going it alone. "Heather strutted off, not even looking back at Alejandro nor Duncan. Not a tinge of guilt ran through Alejandro's body, he had stolen her tranq balls. Knowing she wouldn't be getting far without them, she would go crawling back to him.
"I fully intend to kick your butt." Heather told Alrejandro, poking his hard as rock chest. "And I yours." Alejandro responded with an annoying smirk plastered on his face. "But for now, I suggest we work together." Alejandro spoke, Heather couldn't refuse now, they would both go to Gold Class, together. "Temporarily. To ensure we are kicking each others butt in the finale." "I'm listening" Heather was more interested now, hiding the fact she was also interested in him, she could easily play him. He liked her, she liked him, but not as much as money. "We continue to act awkward around each other in front of the others while we secretly combine our powers and knock everyone out of the ring." Heather joined in, knowing they both had the same plan. Alejandro scared Heather day in day out, the schemes, the plans, the way he acted, it was too much. With a victorious hug that dragged on too long, Alejandro sensed he was screwed,