Another update this month! Yay! My updates have been kinda slow lately….but I'll try to fix that.

This one had been a popular request from some of you, and I am ready to write it since we're on the right episode

Disclaimer: If I owned TDI, season 3 would be airing right now.

Summary:

Pairing: NoahxHeather.

I've never written these two before, so sorry if it's kind of bad. Haha!

Oh well. Enjoy!

"So who's sitting out the second round?" Heather asked her team.

Leshawna opened her mouth to volunteer herself, but Noah beat her to it.

"Alright, alright, I volunteer," he smirked. Most of his team looked at him strangely. They thought maybe he would want to play since her sat the last round out. Trent was the first to speak.

"You sure man?" he asked. "You sat the last one out didn't you?"

Heather crossed her arms and glared at Noah.

"Sports aren't his forte, remember Trent?" she said, still glaring at Noah, who seemed to not notice. He was too caught up in his book.

Trent looked at Noah one last time, who once again didn't notice. The musician then shrugged, and joined Justin, Beth and Lindsay on the court.

Heather continued to glare at Noah. Finally, the egghead looked up.

"What?" he asked rudely, his book still open in place. Heather took his book, and threw it on the ground, bending the paper cover. Noah crossed his arms, angry.

"Excuse me?" he asked, shaken by the fact that Heather had damaged his book.

"You do know that if we lose today, you are so going home?" Heather asked.

"What happened to the 'we are never going to lose a challenge' mojo?" Noah retorted.

Heather continued to glare at Noah.

"Well maybe we would win for sure if every teammate was giving it their all? Huh Noah?" she told him.

Noah rolled his eyes.

"Oh, you're such a team player yourself," he replied sarcastically.

"At least I participate in the challenges!" Heather complained.

Noah laughed.

"I jumped off a 1000 foot high cliff, didn't I?"

Heather rolled her eyes, but stayed still without uttering a word.

"We all have our fortes in life," Noah explained. "And sports happen to not be mine."

"Yeah?" Heather scoffed. "Then what is your forte?" she asked sarcastically. "If you have any," she added. "People like you mostly have flaws."

Noah ignored her comment.

"Reading happens to be my forte. And I'm guessing being an arrogant bitch is yours?"

Heather opened her mouth to speak, but Leshawna beat her to words.

"White girl, just get out there already, or we're gonna lose!"

Heather growled at Noah, staring right at him as she spoke to Leshawna.

"I hope we lose," she grumbled. "Then we can send him home and back to where he belongs!"

"There is no way I would be voted out first," Noah concluded. "You guys would be extremely stupid if you voted out your smartest player first."

Heather grumbled something quietly under her breath as she reluctantly walked onto the court. Noah smiled.

"Score one for the smart one."

Definitely a short one. Only a little over 500 words.

Did you like it? I'd love to hear from you….and requests are still open

Thank you for reading!

~Lauren