Well, here we go. Either way, people are probably going to be wazzed off at me, but just trust me, faithful readers. Have I ever let you down before?

… Don't answer that.

"No…" Marilee shook her head, trying not to let just how freaked out she was show. "No, this can't be right."

"It is right," Chris said, completely enjoying the tension.

"Nobody on our team would vote for Selena," Marilee quietly said. "They wouldn't… They all love Selena."

"My, what's that I hear in your voice, Marilee?" Chris asked, a devious smirk on his lips. "Doubt? Worry? Fear?" He let out a chuckle and quickly added, "I didn't know you could even express those emotions."

"Oh… Oh, my… It's me, isn't it?" Marilee asked, standing up. "Nobody on our team has anything against Selena."

"I haven't said yet… But you seem like a likely candidate," Chris said, his smirk still going strong.

Marilee mulled over this for a moment, her fear slowly being washed away with anger. "Oh, boy…" Jovie quietly said, more to herself than anyone else. "This will not end well…" She looked over to Zoey and Grace, who were seated next to her. She was worried that Marilee might start blurting out things way too mature for either of them to hear, and said, "Um, maybe you girls should go back to your cabin…"

"But I wanna see her blow up!" Grace whined. Jovie, however, wasn't going to give either of them a choice and grabbed their hands, dragging them towards the cabins.

"Marilee, sit down," Selena said, still looking mad at her. "He hasn't even said who's leaving yet."

"Like we don't already know I'm going home," Marilee snapped, refusing to listen to her. "You're all adorable and plucky and I'm a raging bitch!" She spun around to face her teammates and screamed, "Well, fine! It's not like I don't know how I am! If you all are expecting me to throw a tantrum and threaten you all, then you've got another thing coming! I will leave this island with dignity and my head held high and I will strangle anyone who says otherwise!"

"None of them voted for you!" Chris finally announced, hoping that would get Marilee to shut up. It did.

"So… They voted for me?" Selena asked, looking heartbroken.

"No."

"… But then… Why…"

"The votes were sort of all over the place. It was like you all just pulled a name out of a hat and cast that person as your vote."

"It's not our fault!" Geoff whined. "We didn't have another alliance meeting to decide who to vote off-"

"Geoff, shut up!" Duncan hissed, pinching Geoff's lips shut.

"Alliance?" Trent raised an eyebrow, looking suspicious. "What alliance?"

"Forget their chatter," Chris told him, waving a dismissive hand. "There wasn't nearly enough suspense with your here and there votes, so I picked the most irritating of you to go." Chris picked up the final marshmallow and threw it, hitting a certain blonde square in the forehead. "You're lucky that squeaky-voiced little dumbass is on your team, bra, or else it'd be your butt leaving tonight."

"Me?" Selena exclaimed, looking heartbroken. "But… But… I'm plucky!"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you're lucky," Chris said, grabbing her by the wrist. "Come on, get out of here already. I'm getting tired of you people always resisting my excellent choices."

"You're hurting me," Selena timidly said, trying to yank away from him, but she was far too weak.

"Get the hell away from her," Duncan ordered, his hands quickly curling into fists. "I'm the only one allowed to call Selena a squeaky-voiced little dumbass and order her around!"

"There's no way you can do this," Trent said, Gwen and DJ nodding in agreement.

"It's a miracle you got away with the Candace thing," Courtney said, arms crossed. "But if I tell my lawyer about this, he'll have more than enough to work with to sue your sorry-"

"I'M THE HOST!" Chris finally shouted, losing what little patience he had. "I run things around here! If you people don't like that," he paused, pulling Selena back on her feet, as she had thrown herself on the ground in an attempt to get away from him, "then you can take a ride on the Boat of Losers with the retard here."

There was a collective amount of gasps from the other competitors, but Marilee didn't gasp. People didn't gasp when they were ready to kill somebody.

"Oh, I know you did not just say that," she slowly told him, holding her hands up in disbelief. "I know you didn't because if you did, I'd have to break your arms and throw you off the cliff."

Marilee began walking towards him, and Chris couldn't help but look nervous. He glanced over at the boys and said, "Uh, isn't this the part where you guys hold her back so she doesn't kill me?"

DJ shrugged, glaring at him. "Right now, we'd be rooting her on."

Marilee stopped several feet in front of the host, giving him a curt nod. "Now, unless you want me to give them something to cheer for, I suggest you let her go."

Chris huffed and said nothing as he shoved Selena down. She landed flat on her back, mere inches away from the blazing fire. As she sat up and rubbed her wrist, Marilee began to scream in horror. Selena raised an eyebrow, her confusion growing as the others began to yell things at her as well. They made frantic gestures and tugged at their hair, as if trying to tell her something. Too many people were talking at once for her to make out what they were saying, and as she stood up, she smelled something. Something that finally made her realize what they were all trying to tell her.

It was the smell of burning hair.

After she had fallen over, several embers from the bonfire had caused her long blonde hair to catch on fire. She finally began to panic, running around and flailing her arms, as if that would put out the fire. She was too freaked out to hear anybody telling her to stop, drop and roll.

DJ, shrieking even louder than Selena, finally raced over to her, snatched her up, and threw her into the shallow shore of the lake. She sputtered around, not expecting to be thrown into a lake, but she wasn't out far enough to drown. After she stopped flailing, she realized that her hair was no longer on fire and that she was able to sit up and barely get her lap wet. She rubbed her soaking wet beanie, which was covering a bump that had grown after hitting her head on a rock during her spasms.

She stood up, still rubbing her head as she walked back over to the others. She was expecting them all to look relieved, but instead they all looked shocked and were whispering to each other, all while staring at her with wide eyes. "What? Is it still on fire?"

"Selena…" Marilee looked ready to cry, which was when Selena knew something had to be wrong. "Honey… There's nothing left for there to burn."

Selena's brows knitted together. "What are you…" Marilee pulled a small hand mirror out from behind her back and held it up to Selena. When Selena looked in the mirror, she understood why everyone was so freaked out.

Her beautiful long hair… It was gone.

"Wha… My… My…" She began to tear up and babble nonsense as she ripped her thinking cap off and threw it on the ground. More gasps and whispers from the others. When she looked back into the small mirror, her view wasn't much better. She wasn't completely bald, like Heather had been after her elimination, but the hat hadn't protected her hair much. It looked as if she had a pixie cut, except for the singed ends. "My haaaaaair!" Selena finally managed to cry out, reaching out at the image in the mirror, as if she thought it was just an illusion. "My hair! I loved my hair!"

Chris shrugged, looking like he could care less. "Should have thought of that before you fell right next to the fire."

"You shoved me!" Selena wailed, clutching what was left of her hair.

Chris rolled his eyes. "Please, you're just to dumb to tell up from down. No wonder you caught your own hair on fire."

"That's it, McLean," Duncan hissed, glaring at him with all his might. "You're a dead man."

"You take his face, I'll break his limbs," Marilee said, glaring at Chris as well.

"You touch me and you guys are off the show too!" Chris threatened, but he still took a few steps back out of fear. "Selena, stop crying like a little baby," he ordered at the short-haired girl, who had fallen to her knees, sobbing. "You're just embarrassing yourself even more than usual!"

"This man is out of control," Courtney angrily said to no one in particular. "I don't even like this girl and I'm still horrified at what he's doing to her!"

"Get up!" Chris yelled down as she continued to whimper and sniffle over her loss. "Get up! What, are you too stupid to understand even the simplest of orders?"

Selena stopped sniffling and sobbing. Her sadness had faded and was quickly replaced with rage. She slowly stood up, and even though she was barely five feet tall, she felt bigger than she had felt in a while. "You think you are so smart, don't you? You think insulting me is going to break me? Well, you're wrong!" She began to walk toward the dock, but kept talking. "You haven't seen the last of me, Chris McLean."

"Of course I haven't," Chris said as he faced the camera. "Because we'll see you at Playa de Losers, along with all of our other losers, next time on Total Sibling Rivalry!"

He looked over to see she had finally gotten onto the boat and he walked over until he was at the very end of the Dock of Shame. Selena greeted him with a glare and a cross of her arms. Right as he stopped walking, Chef started the Boat of Losers and pulled away from the Dock. Selena was still glaring at him as he waved at her as if they were best friends. "You'll see, you son of a buttface!" Selena screamed. "I'll have you fired before the season even ends! I will be victorious!" She continued to yell, even as she faded off into the horizon.

Chris looked rather satisfied with himself, but he wasn't so chipper when Duncan shoved him into the lake.

*T*S*R*

"Oh, God, poor Selena," Bridgette said, walking out of the lounge at Playa de Losers with Izzy. "Can you believe Chris?"

"Not as far as I can throw him," Izzy said. "I feel like throwing him now, though. Into a shark tank… Actually, that sounds like fun! All I need is a tank! And a shark!"

"If you ever get that pulled together, be sure to tell me so I can watch," Bridgette told her with a surprisingly devious grin. They stopped by the dock, seeing Zack was already there. "Hey, how are you feeling? After Selena got on the boat, you sort of ran off."

Zack, seated on the edge of the dock, sighed and muttered, "I just want to punch Chris in the face."

"Welcome to the club," Bridgette said, crossing her arms and frowning at just hearing the evil host's name.

"But I'm going to be there for her," Zack said, standing up as he saw a speck in lake that had to be the Boat of Losers. "She needs a shoulder to cry on and I've got two of them. When she gets off that boat, I want me to be the first thing she sees and…" He paused as the boat stopped by the dock and noticed something particularly interesting. "Uh…"

"What are you gawking at, scrawny boy?" Chef barked, stepping away from the wheel.

"Chef…" Bridgette raised an eyebrow. "Where's Selena?"

"What are you talking about?" Chef asked, his voice as loud and commanding as ever. He spun around and was about to grab Selena so he could leave and take a nice bubble bath, but he had nothing to grab. "What the-"

Izzy interrupted him, looking more excited than nervous, and hollered, "She's gone AWOL!"

*T*S*R*

In the middle of the lake, a small buoy was gently floating in the water. The infamous seagull stopped his late night flight to rest on the buoy to catch his breath. It was particularly hard for him, considering he had a plastic six-pack soda holder around his neck.

As he landed on it, he made himself comfortable. It was actually rather soothing, how his resting stop bobbed up and down with each miniscule wave. Since he was forever being strangled and constantly injured by the pesky humans on that dumb island nearby, he needed some relaxation.

Everything was peaceful, until a hand emerged from the water and grabbed onto the edge of the buoy. This spooked the poor seagull and he flew away with a squawk. So much for relaxation.

The hand yanked the rest of its body up to the surface. The wet girl took a deep breath, her lungs burning from swimming under water for so long. She pulled herself up more so that the water only went up to her chest. She clutched onto the buoy for dear life, panting and trying to shake away the short hair that had been clinging to her face. She was pooped, considering she had just jumped off a moving boat and swam away so she wouldn't be noticed by its driver, but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep for a while. Not until her mission was complete.

After catching her breath, the girl's teal-blue eyes narrowed and she whispered, "I'll show them… I'll show them all that Selena Caliver isn't as dumb as she looks…"

Oh my.

Sorry this is short. I felt like less would be more... For now. More questions will be answered in the next two chapters… Or will they?

Nah, they probably will.