So, it's been over a year since I updated..sorry about that. I've been quite busy with problems and drama in my life.

Well if you're still here, keep reading!(:

-Marizzle

Gwen's POV

Oh. Kay.

WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?

Everyone was still gaping at where Courtney was standing just a few measly seconds before her deadly drop. Even Chris looked flabbergasted as he ran his fingers through his oily black hair.

COURTNEY out of all people eliminated herself from a GAME SHOW she was totally capable of WINNING. Knowing her, she'd NEVER do that! She wouldn't do that if her very own life depended on it!

Is that weird or is it just me? Silence slithered eerily into the quiet room as eyes were still boggling at the Drop Of Shame. It was as if Courtney's sudden disappearance left a lingering mark on the minds and hearts of everyone still glued into the room. Eyes locked, lips froze, breaths were short and wavering...still no words were spoken.

Finally, someone cracked.

"Seriously? She fucking dropped this gamed for HIM?" Heather screeched, pointing a finger at a still baffled Duncan. You could tell her was in shock. Barely breathing or blinking, he continued to stare at where his ex-girlfriend was standing almost 3 minutes ago. Oh my gosh, he'd be there forever if-

"DUNCAN! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Izzle snapped. She walked over to where he was gawking and slapped him across the face as hard as her little hand would allow her. My eyes went wider than they already were. Damn, Izz wasn't one for physical violence...in most occasions, anyway, but not with Duncan. Especially not with Duncan. The two were like brother and sister. They hardly got into any fights.

Seriously, am I the only one who's noticing everyone's strange behavior?

"MEEEEERHH!" Duncan belted out. "Izz, what the fuck? That was not cool." He began to rub his stung face with his meaty hand. He shot her a steely glare with ice cold blue eyes. It didn't seem to have an effect on her. She didn't even flinch, not to mention blink at his frivolous attempt at icy intimidation.

Izzle glared back; her glare focused and unwavering. Her brown eyes were equally cold. "Do you even care?"

Duncan snorted. "Care about what? How Princess Pole-Up-My-Butt dropped the game over some grief I apparently caused her? No way. Seriously, after everything she's caused me, she'd be lucky if I even looked at her. Courtney doesn't deserve this redundant sympathy. She's a bitch that bitched too far, and I think she actually deserves this! In fact-"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Izzle exclaimed, flailing her little arms all over the place. The still-dazed contestants turned to stare at her unexpected actions. Their mouths didn't speak, but their eyes were doing enough talking. They were saying, "Wow. Izz was usually the calm, mellow, chill-ya-fucking-nill one or the sad, mopey, teary-eyed one when it came to situations like this." But right now, she wasn't the pitiful, pathetic puppy dog. Instead, her soft face was red with impeccable rage, and her brown eyes were now tinted with an unforgiving and maybe even sinister fashion. Am I dreaming? Izzle isn't one to get angry as you can see.

Why is everyone acting so weird? I know I've asked this over a hundred times, but it really is starting to bother the crud out of me.

Even Duncan looked astonished. He quickly shook himself out of it. "Chin up, buttercup. You and I both know that this was bound to happen eventually. It was totes better it ended like this, because-"

"I don't care, Duncan. SHE was your girlfriend. Y-you…you meant the whole motherfucking damn world to her!" Things were seriously heating up. It was unlike Izz to argue with anyone. Even if Hitler was raised up from the freakin' DEAD and commenced an attack on Canada, she wouldn't bother getting into any sort of hardcore debate. It was as if she wasn't born with any hatred flowing through her circulatory system; just love, weirdness, and pancakes. I guess I was wrong...well, at the moment.

Duncan chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Bitch, please. Look what she's put me through: pain; physical and emotional, a fucking 32 page letter stating my faults, tried to change who I am…must I continue? Wake up and smell the coffee, she never cared. She just used me as a tool to get what she wanted; the million. I was so googly-eyed over her that I would do ANYTHING for her. She used me as her slave. What part of that can you not understand?" He did climb a very high point there. Courtney was Queen of Demandypants and All Things Bossy and Overcontrolling. She didn't deserve what happened, but she was treating him like a pile of smelly bullshit on the sidewalk.

Izzle shook her head. "You didn't know, did you?"

Didn't know what? Obviously, there's something Courtney told her that she didn't tell me.

"You didn't- never mind. You said you didn't care. Why should I bother wasting your precious time? After all, you could be using it to make out with Gwen or one of your slut friends or whoever. Whatever. I'm done." She started heading towards the door.

"Wait! Izzle!" Duncan and I blurted out simultaneously. We quickly glanced at each other in a my-this-isn't-going-well manner and turned back around. Izzle stopped dead in her tracks.

Duncan looked down. "Please tell me. I mean.." He sighed. "What's been done is done, so I might as well know." He shuffled his red Converse in an awkward yet anxious manner and looked up at the Asian girl with pleading eyes.

Izzle didn't even bother turning around. She just sighed. "She just didn't want to lose you. She thought you cared. She thought that you wouldn't let her go no matter what. She…she thought you loved her." After the "her" was uttered from her mouth, the door creaked open, slammed shut, and Izz was gone.

Before I could do any more mental processing, Chris interrupted. "Okay, I've seen enough drama-llama. Everyone go back to your cabins."

I was concealed by frightened murmurs and intimidating glances as everyone headed back to their cabins. I still couldn't believe what Izzle said.

Could one person really mean that much that you would risk a coveted game show or even your life for them?

I shook my head. This was all too complicated. I just sighed and followed the others out.

Sorry for not writing a lot. Or in a long time, but eh, like I said, I've been busy.

If you're still here, feel free to review. (:

I'll try to write some more later.

-Marizzle