A/N: this is the next chappie, so that means I got at about five reviews. If you want the next one, I expect five more reviews. I got some people saying they want D/G, and some saying they want Duncan to stay with Courtney. All I have to say to you people is……..
……just read the story ;-).
Disclaimer: I don't own TDI if I did, well, I'd be famous.
We had a couple days before we had to report to the new location for the second season of Total Drama Island, and I spent the time with my friends from home. Marilyn, Pixie Corpse, and Reaper were all thrilled to see me, in their own Goth way of course. We were all at Reaper's house, just hanging. Reaper was still hitting on me, but that didn't bother me. I was used to it. What bothered me was the conversation we were currently in.
"Ok, all I'm asking is why you would chase after Mr. I'm-So-Cool-Cause-I-Play-Guitar when you could be batting your lashes at Mr. Bad-Boy." Pixie Corpse said as she turned off the TV. I sighed. "Ok, 1), Trent is really nice when you get to know him. 2), you know better than anyone, Pix, that I don't bat my lashes, and 3)," the next fact really pained me to admit, but I had to say it. "Mr. Bad-Boy has a girlfriend."
Marilyn smirked at me from her place on the couch. "What?" I asked. "What kind of tool is Mr. Cool guy?" she asked. Damn. Marilyn was always more perceptive than the other two. "he is NOT a tool, Mar. I actually like him." I said, half lying. Well, I did like him originally. Marilyn smirked again. "Sure, you do, Gwen. But I know you better than these two." She said, whispering so Pixie and Reaper couldn't here. "Remember Bryan? You dated him to get Reaper jealous. Back when you liked him, of course." She said. Shit. I'd forgotten she knew that.
Bryan was a school football hero. It almost made me puke to date him, but he was the one guy Reaper couldn't stand most. And if that was what it took, then I did it. Course I regretted it now.
I looked up at Marilyn. I knew she was right. I really, really liked Duncan. But Ms. CIT got there first, and he loved her. Like a lot. It really killed me to think that, but it was the truth.
This was all Heather's fault. She knew I liked him. Don't ask me how, but she did. And if she hadn't made me admit it to myself, I wouldn't be in the current situation. The good news was that Courtney wouldn't be returning for season two. So that meant I had Duncan all to myself, and no one could stop me this time. My plan was to play it cool. Get to know the guy, hang with him with only the two of us, and when the time was right, kiss him. We were so meant for each other.
Marilyn noticed my silence. She smirked again, positive she had won. Pix and Reaper didn't notice a thing. I put on my most angry scowl and said "I like Trent. Not Duncan. End of discussion." And with that I just stood up and left the house.
When I got back to my place, I picked up my cell phone. It was a black and green Pantec Matrix. I loved it. But that's not what I needed to think about right now. Before we all went our separate ways for two days, the TDI cast exchanged cell numbers. There were four people I wanted to call.
LeShawna and Bridgette to tell them about me liking Duncan, and my plan to win him over this season, but that would be the stupidest move of my life. They would both be shocked to hear that I'd do something so Heather-ish, and Bridgette would definitely tell Courtney. I mean, they were friends. LeShawna might keep the secret, but she is kinda loud, so I'm afraid she might accidentally tell the wrong person.
Another person I wanted to talk to was Duncan. Duh. All I wanted was to hear his voice. But I couldn't do that, we were barely friends. And in the final challenge between me and Owen, he sided with Owen from the start. I couldn't just randomly call the guy from out of the blue.
The last person I wanted to talk to was, strangely, Heather. She was the only one who knew about my secret crush on Duncan. And I'm sure she'd understand me wanted to stab Courtney in the back for taking him. She also might help me win Duncan over. She was that kind of person. But the only issue was the 'mortal enemies' thing we had going on.
So yeah, I was kinda screwed for the time being. I guess I'll just have to wait for season two with Chris the Creep. Maybe they'll get a better host. Nah. Chris was too good for ratings. I hope they get better food. And bathrooms. And Chef. Don't get me started on Chef. He is probably the worst cook in the history of bad cooks. His food isn't even food. It's basically paste with sawdust in it.
The bathrooms are awful. They probably smell like Owen permanently now. I mean seriously, when you have a guy like Owen on a show, you should at least clean the bathrooms. The Confession Can was ok, except that it had flies in it. I hope they get a better Confession Can, too, come to think of it.
I should be glad I'm not going back to Camp Wawanawkwa, at least. That place was torture. I'm talking pure hell, man. And most of the campers sucked. Some people, (Courtney) couldn't keep their good-goody CIT hands (Courtney!), off my soon-to-be man! (COURTNEY!)
I tried to sleep that night, but my dreams kept going to a certain someone. Well, I'd see him day after tomorrow.
That night I dreamed of a black-haired kid with a green Mohawk marrying a girl with teal highlights in her hair. And a certain CIT was forced to watch. It was a nice dream.
When I woke up in the morning, it was 11 AM. That was kinda depressing, cause this would be the last time for the next 6 weeks that I'd get to sleep late. I took a shower, put on my usual green, blue, and black shirt with the black and navy skirt and the black fishnets. And to top it all off, my black knee-high boots.
The feeling to call someone from last night was almost gone now. I didn't want to talk to LeShawna or Bridgette; it wasn't like I could tell them anything. I still wanted to hear Duncan's voice, but I'd hear it tomorrow. Strangely, I still wanted to talk to Heather. She would understand. Maybe. But it was worth a shot. I picked up my phone and dialed her number. It was almost noon now, she'd be up.
Three rings, then a greeting. "Hey, this is Heather. If it's so important to you, leave a message. If not, hang the hell up. Bye!" Geez. Leave it to Heather to curse during a voicemail message. When the beep came, I left my message. I said, "um, hi, Heather. It's Gwen. You know, from TDI? Well, I just wanted to ask you something, and the reason I'm coming to you is cause if I told LeShawna and Bridgette, they'd think I suddenly turned evil. So, call me back when you get this. Bye." I hung up.
After I left my somewhat awkward message, I went over to Marilyn's house. I decided to explain what happened yesterday. With a few lies, of course. She didn't need to know the whole truth. I rang the doorbell and she answered. "What?" she asked. She sounded really ticked.
"look, I came to explain what happened yesterday. If you want to hear, of course." I said. Marilyn raised a pierced eyebrow and said, "I'm listening." I smiled. "well, you know how you said Trent was a tool? Well, that got me mad because of what Heather did. She made it seem like I was a tool. And when you said that, it made me feel Heather-ish." I said.
Marilyn seemed to believe that. For someone so perceptive, she believed anything that sounded sincere. But, I'm a good actress. I can fool anyone. Trent, for example. He thought I liked him, which I did. But as a friend, not a lover.
Marilyn gestured inside. I followed her into the house, and asked her if she still liked Danny. Danny was a guy at our school who was a little goth. His hair was half red and he had three piercings, two in one ear and a nose ring. He wore only skull shirts and black jeans with any dark colored shoes. To be truthful, he was kinda cute, but not my type. No, my type was a Juvenile delinquent.
Marilyn blushed a little, but shook her head. I smirked. "oh, come on. You've liked him for months. So all of a sudden you decide he's not good enough? Why?" I asked. She looked up at me and said, "Promise not to tell?" she asked. I nodded. Where was this going?
"Well, to be honest, I was hoping you didn't like Duncan. He seems so…..so tough. So manly. Yet really sweet. At the same time I was hoping you did, because if you two got together, I'd see him more often." She said her voice soft. But then her tone quickly changed. "Tell and die, got that?" she threatened. I nodded again.
I felt bad. She'd been so honest with me. And I lied to her like five times in the last ten minutes. I looked at the clock and told her I had to go. When she looked puzzled, I told her that my mom wanted me for something. She nodded. "bye." She said. I waved to her on my way out.
My phone rang when I got home. It was Heather. I let it ring a bit before picking up. "Hello?" I said. "Hey, Gwen. I got your message. I'm curious. What could you do that would make you seem like me?" she asked. "Well, it's about that thing you know. The one with me and a certain delinquent?" I told her, refreshing her memory. There was a pause before Heather spoke again. "You want to get rid of Miss CIT?"
I gasped. Was I really that obvious? Heather heard my gasp, and laughed. "That's the only thing that would make you seem like me, Goth girl. And it's not like Surfer Chick and Miss Loud and Proud would help you with it. And actually, I already have something in mind…." "What? What?" I asked, desperate. I had to be if I was going to Heather for help.
Heather laughed again. "Calm down, Gothie, and I'll tell you." She said. "but if you tell anyone I'm teaming up with you, you're dead." She sounded like Marilyn. Sheesh, did people really think I couldn't keep a secret? "I'm listening." I told her. "ok, here's what we'll do….." heather whispered her plan to me.
And let me say, I couldn't wait for tomorrow.
Ooooo… I'm mean leaving it on a cliffie like that, aren't I? But hey, you get what you get. Third chapter's done, but like I said, I need reviews. So just click the little button on the bottom of the page and be on your way…..
I told you I was mean. ;) hope you liked Chapter 2!
