Chris smiled the cheesy, false smile only he could and ushered the last of the contestants into the hotel's conference room. "It looks like your time here is up, ev'ry one!" 'Ev'ry one' groaned. Everyone, that is, but Heather. She was eager to get away from the hotel and back to the safety (if you can call it that) of Chris and Chef's screaming metal deathtrap of a plane. At least there she wouldn't have to worry about Alejandro jumping her every five minutes and Sierra acting all... weird around her.
"But," the teens sighed; there was always a 'but' with Chris. "Our Foreign Friends have decided to fine us a pretty penny for 'putting their beloved city at risk' with my plane, so we're a little low on cash. That means we had to," he chuckled, his eyes narrowing evilly as he did so. "Cut out a few luxuries. I'll let you all figure out which ones."
"'Luxuries'? Since when do we have any 'luxuries'?" Courtney inquired. Chris kept his mouth shut and molded into a perfect smile, not wanting to be attacked by a mob of angry teenagers. "You do realize we could sue you if you did anything that would put our lives in immediate danger, right? Well," she crossed her legs. "More than we already get into on a daily basis on this stupid show."
Alejandro, who was sitting near the back of the room with Heather and the rest of the Amazons, was not paying any attention to the conversation. He was all too interested in tormenting Heather. He let a thumb slide down Heather's back and into the waistband of her shorts. She jabbed him in the side, and he growled in a 'come hither' kind of way.
"Well?" Courtney's eyes narrowed to a sharp glare. That glare said: 'One day, I'll be a lawyer, and anything you post online or show on television will be evidence against you'. Chris shivered.
"If I told you, how would I get ratings." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. "Everyone knows teenagers having temper-tantrums brings in the ratings faster than orange faux-Italian sluts!" Chris gave them all his biggest, brightest smile. It said: 'Bite me, bitch!' He directed most of his dazzling smile at the ex-CIT, who held a bemused smirk on her mocha-colored face.
Courtney gave Chris another look; a secret look that only he would see. 'I just might...', her half-lidded eyes whispered flirtatiously. Chris winked, hoping his answer to Courtney's unspoken invitation would go unnoticed by the others.
But one other male in the room noticed, and he planned to use it as blackmail. Three guesses who, and the first two don't count.
Back on the plane, Heather sat sandwiched between an oddly silent Sierra and a very confused Cody. Sierra would look from Heather to Cody every few moments, squeeze Cody's arm, and look back at Heather. Heather kept trying-and failing-not to look at Alejandro, who sat across the aisle chatting up LeShawna. Heather hated LeShawna before, but now-
"I'm gonna go to the Confessional." Sierra interrupted, distracting Heather from her silent plans to tackle LeShawna to the ground and tear her organs out.
Cody lifted his head slightly and watched her leave while Heather continued to pretended not to glare at the Spanish boy-her Spanish boy-and her supposed 'friend'.
"Sierra's sending me some weird signals." Cody shook Heather from her daydream (which involved a very interesting twist on Sweeney Todd where LeShawna ended up being cooked and eaten) with an inviting openness. Heather wasn't sure, but she thought he was talking to her. "I mean, I woke up one night and she was in my room, hovering over me. I think she might've been in bed with me, but that's not important." Heather tuned him out at this point, as she was far more interested in why LeShawna was giggling and stroking Alejandro's arm. Alejandro noticed Heather's glaring and gave her a wink while he kissed LeShawna's hand.
"Well you can have her!" Heather huffed, crossing her arms and turning her glare to the Techno Geek. "Sierra keeps wanting to be all 'buddy-buddy' with me, and it's keeping me from-"
"From me?" Alejandro sat in Sierra's unoccupied seat, having finally taken a break from Shawnee. "Mi Reina?" He grasped her hand and kissed it, much like he'd kissed LeShawna's not a minute before.
Heather let him for a moment, then pulled away and groaned in disgust. She turned her attention back to Cody, who watching the exchange with a raised brow. "Why are you taking an interest now, of all times?"
"Because I've been wishing her away all this time, and I feel kinda bad now. I mean, we actually TALKED that night I woke up and saw her in my room. We talked without her going all creepy stalker and," he looked at his hand, the thumb of which was slightly misshapen from Sierra sucking on it while he slept. "I miss her."
Heather tried to bit back her mean comment, honestly she did, but she just couldn't do it. "Cody, that is just sick and creepy."
He wasn't fazed. "No it's not! I really miss talking to her, especially now that I know we can actually talk about things other than how cute our babies would look." His thoughts trailed off and Heather just stopped listening, opting instead to follow Sierra to the Confessional. Alejandro considered following, but fought back the urge and got back to poisoning LeShawna's mind. Shawnee was, after all, a fierce competitor.
Sierra sat in the Confessional and thought. Chris was sick of his wasting valuable tape, as she never said anything, but she didn't ever think to turn off the camera. She was always too busy thinking about Heather and Alejandro. Alejandro was so good at manipulation, and Sierra was one of the few that knew about it. Yet, she couldn't help but ponder what he'd said. Did she like Heather? Certainly, the girl was always one of her favorite characters to blog about... but so was Cody. Sierra had spent a lot of time thinking about this since Alejandro began talking to her, often forgetting all about the show while she did so.
This was exactly what Alejandro had wanted.
Alejandro had pulled at just the right strings to make Sierra, and thus Heather and Cody, do his own pre-planned dance. Each and every one of them would forget about the show, and he'd have knocked out three competitors in with one proverbial stone. Crazy as she was, Sierra was unfazed by Alejandro's charm, but by making her question her sexuality and worst, her interest in her two favorite Total Drama contestants, he could easily get rid of her.
Heather, however, cut off Alejandro's strings by walking into the Confessional and sitting with Sierra. Heather had to lay one leg over Sierra's knee just to fit on the seat, and Sierra wished she could move as the contact, while pleasurable, was also not helping her with her confusing thoughts.
"Sierra," the fangirl looked up into Heather's, for once, sympathetic eyes. "I know you like me."
"This is so OOC for you, Heather. It's, like, OMG." The violet-haired teen said the words she normally would, but it just didn't feel right; there was little to no emotion behind those words.
Heather chuckled lightly, shifting closer to Sierra. "I guess, whatever that means..." The two looked at each other, and turned away. "Sierra, I can't be letting this get in the way of the competition. You, or Alejandro." Sierra's hands curled into fists at his name. "Which is why I think we need to kiss."
Sierra stared at Heather in shock. "What! Totally OOC! Totally unexpected! I never would've expected this from you, of all people!"
Heather was about ready to pull her implanted hair out at Sierra's monotone text-talk. "Sierra, just listen to me for a second." Heather grasped Sierra's hands in her own and looked at her, pleading with her eyes. When Sierra said nothing, Heather continued. "All this shit with Alejandro is distracting me from the game, and it's getting to you, too! Look, I know you like me, and I know that seeing him creeping all over me is bugging you; I'm not an idiot. I know you're confused. If we just kiss, and get it over with, neither of us will be confused any more. Sound good?"
Sierra slowly nodded, but made no move to kiss Heather. The fangirl wasn't sure what to do. Was it a trick, or was Heather really planning on fixing everything with a kiss?
Heather soon grew tired of waiting for Sierra to make a move, so, like she'd done before with various other girls (always while one of her boyfriends watched), Heather put a hand at the pace of Sierra's head and, almost tenderly, guided the girl's lips to her own. Sierra let out a whimper of surprise, but didn't struggle. On the contrary, she let her hands settle at Heather's waist, relishing the ungodly smoothness of Heather's skin.
Heather sighed into the kiss, and the hand that wasn't tangling itself in Sierra's hair set out to free said hair from its braid. Finally finding the hairband and ripping it away, Heather's fingers combed through the violet locks, and they fell to cover the girls' bodies in light waves. Heather and Sierra broke the kiss, and Heather pulled away to appreciate the view. When Sierra began to nervously re-braid her hair, the Asian teen stopped her. "Don't," Heather leaned closer. "You look beautiful." Their lips met again, and Heather cradled Sierra's face in her hands.
Sierra's cheek was surprisingly soft, and her skin smelled like some fancy perfume she most-likely though Cody would like. Heather's hands slipped down the other girl's neck and settled on her back, holding that tanned beauty to her like there was nothing left in the world but their kiss. There were no tongues, but their hands danced a similar dance across each others' skin. Heather's fingers flitted across Sierra's back and chest like ten tiny ballet dancers, and Sierra loved the sensation, returning it to the tune of not a ballet song, but passionate rock music. While Heather's touches were delicate and seductive, Sierra's were excited and erratic.
The girls counted to one hundred, then they pulled away.
Sierra cheered on the inside, now positive she was in love with the most hated Total Drama character on her various blogs. Heather looked at the glowing Sierra, then stood and left. Now she had a choice: Sierra, or Alejandro?
Chris and Courtney kiss passionately, and touch in ways that they should not. They fulfill an unspoken need in each other, neither caring about age or occupation. For once, Courtney wasn't thinking about the game. When she was alone with Chris, he was ALL she thought about. He was her resistance to Alejandro, and her escape from the DunGwenNey love triangle. He was her freedom in a pre-planned world.
To Chris, he wasn't quite sure what Courtney was. Sure, she would've been an excellent fuck if they'd ever gone that far, but there was a reason they hadn't, and it scared the living shit out of him.
It scared both of them when Alejandro knocked on Chris' bedroom door, then entered without waiting for an answer.
The Diplomat's son glanced from Chris to Courtney, then grinned manically. He'd rehearsed this scene in his head, and already knew what they'd say and do. "Well, well," he took a few steps closer to the couple. "What have we here?"
"Something that BETTER never leave this room." Chris glared at the grinning teen and released Courtney from the embrace they'd been enjoying before Alejandro's appearance.
"It won't," The two sighed. "If you do me one small favor."
And so began a new chess game, where Alejandro controlled each player.
Or, so he thought.
Alejandro didn't expect LeShawna to react so violently when Heather made that comment. Alejandro didn't even remember what she'd said. All he remembered was LeShawna slapping his Queen around like some sort of ragdoll. For that, she would be punished. Alejandro convinced Lindsay and DJ to vote LeShawna off without lifting a finger, and felt confident enough in his manipulation to blow the 'Fair LeShawna' a good-bye kiss. He savored his revenge, and then wondered why it felt so good to hurt someone who'd injured his competition.
"Because," he told Heather, having cornered her by the Confessional days later. Heather'd asked the same question and, strangely, he knew the answer as soon as she asked. "You are mine now, and no one will ever touch you." He lost control that day, and kissed her without anything more sexual than a romantic embrace accompanying it. It was not planned, but it left him in a happy daze all day. Heather was his Queen, and he wouldn't let anyone take Mi Reina away from him now.