*Hi! Sorry I didn't update this weekend. I wish I had a good excuse, but truth be told, I was just lazy. xD Anyways, here's the next chapter. It has no confessionals, you'll see why later. Enjoy!*

When I awoke, pleasantly enough not to a bullhorn, it was still dark out. Ugh, I'm not sleeping! I turned my head to look at the clock on the nightstand. Great, it's one in the morning on the...fifteenth? Whoa! I wouldn't be freaking out so much, but when I went to sleep, I could've sworn that clock read eleven-fifteen on the thirteenth. I slept an entire day away! I guess that's what going to bed at eleven and waking up at four in the morning every day for two weeks does to you. I got up out of bed and for some reason brushed my hair.

"What do I do now?" I asked myself. Quickly, I stepped out of the door to my room and into the hallway full of rooms that held all of my fellow groggy losers. I walked silently down the hallway, hugging the black fleece sweatshirt I was wearing close to my body. While hugging it to me, I noticed something: it smelled like that grime, watered down whiskey, and expensive cologne that I thought smelled terrible, but at the same time was all I wanted to be near.

The end of the hall was a dead one. nothing there but a door. Hm, I've never seen this door before...I twisted the cold knob and the door opened smoothly, something that's very rare at Camp Wawanakwa. I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. The room that awaited me was a real treat. It was a screening room of sorts, with a left wall full of TV's stacked from the ceiling to the desk that was holding all of them up. There was a lone light illuminating the room just enough so that you could see, yet no one on the other side of the door could see. I immediately sunk down into the comfy, black leather desk chair and examined the television screens before me. None of them were on, but there was a simple remote on the desk with all of the basic controls on it, nothing more, nothing less. I pressed the big green forward arrow and looked eagerly at the screens. Nothing...for a moment. Suddenly, the biggest television that was sitting at the bottom and ran the whole length of the desk lit up.

I watched the television intently upon realizing that this was probably all of the day's feed from camp.

It was early out, and there was a light fog swirling around the extinguished campfire where I had most recently embraced defeat for the fourth time. It was silent as someone walked over in the distance. Heather soon appeared through the fog, pajamas clinging to her body and eyes bloodshot. the ponytail in her beautiful hair was barely looping the matted hair together. She looked like a mess. Her eyes had that suspicious and cautious gleam in them as she walked confidently over to the pit where Chris stood at every ceremony. The next thing she did was kind of strange. She stuck her hands in the fire pit and started digging around through the ash.

"Ew, ew, ew!" She squeaked as she dug through it. A twisted smile curled her lips up when she pulled out a few sheets of paper that were severely burnt around the edges, but still partially intact. Heather fixed her ponytail before sitting down on one of the logs. She put the crispy papers right in front of her face and squinted real hard to examine them all at once. Her face then twisted into a mix of shock and anger as she stormed off with the sheets of paper.

"Wonder what she was looking at." I muttered to myself, truly captivated in the goings-on after my exit. The screen fuzzed for a moment and the next scene was breakfast in the mess hall. Something was different this time though. For one, Duncan was late. Okay, so maybe that's not so different, but Heather was standing by the door as if she was waiting for him. My suspicions were confirmed when he began to walk in, but Heather stopped him by pushing him back outside and ramming him up against the cabin door with enough force to make the wooded wall shake.

"Whoa, whoa, there Sweetheart, I'm taken." He said with an annoying smirk. Heather released the fistful of his shirt she had and rolled her eyes at him.

"As if." She scoffed.

"Okay then." Duncan responded, and was about to walk into the mess hall when Heather slammed him against the wall again. "This is getting old." Duncan said smoothly. She released him once more and groaned in frustration as she pulled the crumpled up papers out of his hands, practically shoving them in Duncan's face.

"Look at this!" She commanded him harshly.

"Alright, alright." he said, and smoothed his shirt down before grabbing the papers out of Heather's tense grasp. He examined in almost the same fashion Heather had examined them earlier in until coming to a conclusion from last night. "They're the votes from last night." He said, handing the browned and beaten scraps of paper back to the female.

"But that's just it! There's two votes for Courtney, and the rest are for Gwen!" Heather screamed. Ooh, the terrible threesome was bound to hear that.

"So? Gwen went home, I know!" Duncan yelled back to her. "It's kind of hard to forget." He said in the quieter voice I knew him to speak in when he was talking to me or someone he cared about.

"But that's just the thing!" Heather said. "Cody wouldn't vote for Gwen! Sierra maybe, LeShawna too I guess, and we both know Courtney would get rid of her in a second, but Cody? No way!" Heather explained to Duncan. While I watched Duncan register in his mind what Heather was trying to point out to him, I did the same. Did Heather think I was voted off unfairly.

"Well, how do I know you didn't betray her?" Duncan asked, getting in her face. The queen bee did nothing but gape at my boyfriend, a glint of genuine hurt evident in her charcoal gray eyes.

"I. Would. Never." Heather whispered in such a way that sent shivers down my spine, despite the fact I wasn't even there. I could tell by the way Duncan tensed up that he believed her, too.

"Well, then, what happened?" Duncan asked as if she would know.

"I'm not sure yet, but..." She stopped mid-sentence and stared off into space for a moment before all that was evident in her face and voice was rage, pure rage. "Alejandro..." She muttered, clenching her fists so tightly that she probably dug her nails into her palms.

"What about him?" Duncan asked. He was now leaning casually up against the wall of the building.

"Ugh! We let him write down our votes last night. Jerk must've not listened to us and put Gwen down instead of who everyone actually voted for!" She yelled through her gritted pearly whites.

"What do we do about it?" Duncan asked eagerly.

"Yes, what are you going to do about it?" asked a new voice. The argumentative duo stopped in their tracks and turned to look at Alejandro, who was probably there half of the time. Heather sneered at him while Duncan lifted him up by his maroon shirt collar.

"I should beat you into the dirt." Duncan said threateningly.

"Yes, Duncan, why don't we do that?" Chris asked out of nowhere. He then ascended the short flight of rickety wooden steps with a smile on his face.

"What are you talking about? Did you hear what Alejandro did? Him, Courtney, and Geoff, too probably!" Heather said, pointing an accusatory finger at her former Latin flame, who was still lifted a few inches off the ground due do Duncan grabbing onto a fistful of his collar.

"Don't care." Chris responded simply.

"Jerk." I muttered under my breath, and re-glued my eyes to the screen.

"I just want to see you guys...talk this out." Chris said, then tossed each of them old wooden sword props. "With those!" He announced. By now, the rest of the teens had poured out into the doorframe of the mess hall.

"But they're on the same team, Chris!" Heather yelled to the host.

"Again...don't care! There wasn't going to be a challenge anyways today." He shrugged simply.

"Well if it isn't for a challenge, then I am not doing it." Alejandro said as he placed the wooden sword gently on the side of the banister.

"Why? Afraid you'll lose, La Cucaracha?" Duncan asked, twirling the sword through the air like a pro. Hm, maybe he's part pirate...

"Trust me, my friend, if we were to sword fight, I would certainly defeat you." Alejandro said simply.

"Then let's give it a shot!" Duncan said, jabbing the air with the brown prop.

"Fine." Alejandro said simply. As fast as lightning, the sword was in his hand again, and he would have got Duncan right then and there in the chest if it wasn't for his lightning-fast reflexes. I watched intently, much like the other on lookers were doing, as the two boys went at it. They were at each other's throats for a while with those, jabbing and stabbing and poking each other to no end. It got the point where you couldn't even see who was who with the constantly rising, then constantly settling, then constantly rising again dust. That is, until, Duncan defeated Alejandro, with an awesome tag team from Heather.

Duncan stuck a red converse out, and Alejandro tripped over it, landing on the ground. Heather pounced on him swiftly.

"Stay down!" She yelled to him. The ragged breathing of the trio consumed the audio track, until Heather leaned in close to Alejandro's face.

"She...was...my...best...FRIEND!" She screamed at him, socking him right in the eye.

"Argh! Ay Dios Mio!" He said, rubbing the probably swollen eye he had. Heather got up, looking at him as if he were a piece of garbage.

"Don't mess with her." She finished dramatically, getting up from trapping him on the ground.

"Whoa." I whispered, That was...intense, to say the least. I'm actually glad to Heather as a friend now, I think.

"Our turn for revenge now, buddy." Duncan whispered threateningly, sticking his splintered wooden sword into the ground just mere inches away from Alejandro's perfect face. I noticed something then, as Duncan followed Heather. He was rubbing his arm as if he had hurt it, but that wasn't the weird thing. His black cuff that he always wears wasn't around his wrist. There was a cuff on his wrist, but this time, it was teal. My color. I smiled slightly at the television as it suddenly flickered, then went off, as well as the light on the desk. I decided at that point that I had spent enough wishing I was back at camp, and less time occupying my time with something productive. I changed that immediately and tiptoed out of the room straight back to my room, covered in a thicker blackness than it used to be, because the streetlights were out also.

Once getting in my room, I had come to the realization that the power went out, as my alarm clock was blinking. That kind of kills my want to do something productive. I threw myself on my bed, trying to use my sweatshirt as a blanket, but I just couldn't sleep. I was about to pull my note out when I heard the window open. I needn't open my eyes; it is the most common way interns get from room to room. But the window was opened wider than usual. The wind blowing in was whipping through my body. I heard rustling in trees, as well. Then, footsteps in my room. I was really confused after The footsteps made their way over to me. I felt the whispering coming from a familiar voice in my ears, but what was he doing here?

"'Night, Pasty."

*Ooh, has Duncan come to rescue Gwen? :O I...don't even know, but I will soon hopefully. Now, for a little bit of what I like to call "shameless self-promotion" :D There's a link to my YouTube on my page. I just made my first video, and I'd love to hear some thoughts on it, as well as this chapter, so please review!*