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I can't believe what I'm about to do. Both teams stand on the edge of a 1,000 foot cliff, on which we have to jump off of. I'm starting to question Chris's sanity.

"Okay, so, uh…who wants to go first?" Bridgette, from the other team, asks. No one replies.

"Don't sweat it guys! I'm sure the interns tested it first to make sure it was safe." Owen says laughing nervously.

"Fine. I'll go. It's no big deal. An insane cliff dive into a pool of angry sharks." Bridget says, and before anyone can stop her, she jumps off the cliff. I run over to the edge, trying to make sure she's alive. She is. She waves back at us, then swims to the boat that carries her to the shore.

One by one, people jump off the cliff, some screaming, some cheering, some staying completely silent. So far, no one has been torn to bits by a shark. I'm still not completely sure. Courtney and DJ, from the other team, both decide not to jump, along with Beth, from our team.

I stare over the edge, biting my lip…What if I fall in the wrong zone? Or…or…hit my head on the cliff and get a concussion? I could go the safe way down, but I really don't want to let my team down. Suddenly, someone grips my hand, and I tense…only to see that it's Trent. I swear my heart stopped beating and I stopped breathing for a second. He's smiling at me.

"Why don't we jump together?" He says. My eyes widen, and all I can do is swallow and nod.

Then, before I know what the heck I'm doing, we both start running, and BAM we're in the water!

"Wow…I can't believe I did that!" I say, and Trent gives me a high-five. More shyly, I add "Thanks, Trent."

"No problem." He replies.

We swim on to the boat, and I realize he could've jumped with me only to be nice, not because he likes me. I sigh. I shouldn't get my hopes up with this sort of thing. I realize that Owen's the only one left to jump, and everyone around us is saying he can't do it. I think he can.

"You can do it, Owen!" I cheer.

Well, he jumps. But he manages to send everyone washed on the shore. I cough up water. Apparently, we won, and Chris lets us use wheelbarrows to push our boxes back to camp. The other team, the Killer Bass, get nothing, and I feel a little bad for them.

We sing the whole time, until we get to camp. We're still way ahead of the other team, and one again, I feel sympathetic for them. Chris says we can only open the boxes using our teeth. Ouch. Finally, the other team catches up to us, and I notice that Courtney's eye is completely swollen.

"Oh my gosh! What happened to your eye?" I gasp.

"Oh nothing, it's just itchy," She replies, somewhat self-consciously. I don't believe her though.

"Should we get you some ice or something?" I persist.

"No, I'm fine. Besides, shouldn't you be working with your team?" Courtney points out, and I blink, then continue helping set up the hot tub. We're working really well as a team, each taking turns passing up the hammer, and then the water to fill up the hot tub. We're finished sooner than I expected we would be.

Chris comes over to evaluate our hot tub. "This is an awesome hot tub!" He announces, and we all cheer. Once again, Trent gives me a high-five.

As for the other team, their hot tub collapses the instant Chris taps on it. I feel so bad for them.

"Well, I think we have a winner here. The Screaming Gophers!" Chris says, and we all cheer again. "Gophers! You're safe from elimination. And you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer! Killer Bass, what can I say? Sucks to be you right now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight."

We go back to eat in the mess hall, and this time as I'm sitting down, Trent comes to sit next to me. Yes! I mean, uh, that was very nice of him. Yeah…We talk some more, and I thank Trent again for helping me jump off the cliff. He smiles that million-watt smile of his, and I feel like melting in a puddle on the floor. Not the first time I felt like that.

Later that day, when night falls, we all have our hot tub party. I try to sit as close to Trent as possible, without being too suspicious. Although I'm not very good at being "stealthy". What if he thinks I'm some kind of weird stalker? What if he's only talking to me to be polite? I seriously need to calm down.

"To the Screaming Gophers!" Cody says, and we all cheer for what seems like the 100th time that day.

I sigh, and sink lower into the hot top, feeling a strange combination of relaxed, yet extremely nervous from being so close to him. Hopefully, our next challenge won't be as extreme as jumping off a cliff. Although, with Trent there to hold my hand, I don't think I'd have anything to worry about.

*Mentally slaps myself again*

Hi guys! Yeah, I know, this chapter was pret-ty short. Hopefully the next one will be longer, since they're going to have to stay awake for a loooong time. Thanks for reading! Review, and you will get chocolate ice cream!