Zoey's P.O.V.

Getting to the theatre wasn't that bad of a ride, but like Bridgette predicted, it had been quite a few hours. I had entertained myself by reading a few mystery novels, but mostly talking to Bridgette about Geoff's party. Or anything else. I made sure to steer clear away from the subject of boys in my life.

Soon enough, I noticed Bridgette quiet down and stare out the window. A few minutes later she exclaimed, "We're here!"

I noticed the driver flinched, and smiled. It was nice to be away from the thought of Mal and Mike. Being here would definitely keep me a little more sane since it would be easier to stay away from Total Drama Mal, and be into Total Drama... whatever Chris was calling it this season.

Bridgette jumped up from her seat (Enough to hit her head on the ceiling of the car) and grabbed the two backpacks she brought with her. I grabbed my own little suitcase and satchel and followed her out of the car to look up at the Total Drama aftermath theater.

It was big. And red. The words "TOTAL DRAMA AFTERMATH" were displayed on a board that normally would say a movie theater's current titles. To say the least, it looked like an overrun movie theater.

"Don't worry, it's way better on the inside." Bridgette encouraged me. I smiled, though I'm pretty sure it wasn't going to be much better.

I was wrong. The outside was a dump, but the inside was a palace. All the way at the end of the hall, there were big doors that entered into the stage room, where the aftermath would take place. Bridgette looked really fond of the place. She's probably going to miss her job as host.

We went back out in the hall to see the other previous contestants starting to mill around or get here in the first place. Unconsciously, I looked straight at a door. I had a feeling that's where Mal was. I was right. A moment later, Mal came strolling out, whistling like he wasn't some evil douche. No-no, that was mean. 'Get it together, Zoey!' I thought to myself.

Bridgette knocked me out of my thoughts and pulled my over to another door. Inside was a long hall of more doors. At the end was the bathroom where all the girls would be sharing it. I cringed remembering the fights between Heather and Leshawna.

"Is there any other bathroom?" I asked.

"Hmmm? Oh, yeah, but this is the only other bathroom, besides the guys, that has a shower." Bridgette smiled again. She must be really excited for the show, or maybe the party. Either one had a reasonable explanation.

"So do you know which was is our room, er rooms?" I asked her, I wasn't sure if we were sharing rooms.

Bridgette nodded and pointed at a little clipboard by the entrance back into the main hall.

I grabbed my bags again and walked over to the hanging clipboard. "Zoey... Zoey... Zoey!" I said to myself. Besides my name was... Lindsay's. I felt my heart drop. "Great." I mumbled.

"What did you say?" Bridgette said behind me.

"Oh, nothing. I'm sharing a room with Lindsay... that one!" I pointed at the door entitled, 'G9'. There were ten rooms in all. Five rooms on each side. I suppose it would be the same on the boy's side too. 'G10' was no where on the list though. Odd. Then I looked Blaineley's name, the only one without a partner. Of course. She got 'G10' to herself and she was closest to the bathroom, with the exception od me and Lindsay.

"Hey, look! I'm with Beth." Bridgette said happily.

"Hey, Zanna!" I heard that all too familiar blonde airhead.

"Hey, Lindsay..." I trailed off and moved to the side, so that she could see which room we were in.

"Zanna! We get to share a room together! Hey, what kind of room is a Geh-nine?" Lindsay asked.

"Uh, no Lindsay. It means we're in the room called, 'G9'. Like in a hotel." I explained, waiting for her to get confused again.

"We're in a hotel!?" Lindsay asked, completely ignoring that I said like in a hotel.

"Uh-" I tried to begin. Bridgette laid her hand on my shoulder and shook her head, telling me just to give up.

I sighed and dropped my bags inside the room, on top of the bed closest to the door. Lindsay started looking under and at everything. I left her there and went back out into the main hall. I was amazed again at the vastness of it all. It had such a high roof and it was so big. On one door it had the sign that said, "Kitchen" on it. My stomach turned at the thought of eating Chef's food again, but then I realized that Chef couldn't cook for us. He'd be at the island.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Gwen appeared at my side.

"Yeah," I agreed.

I noticed Gwen staring at someone. I looked to see, Courtney? She was glaring at us, but waved at me when I turned towards her.

"Is she still mad at you?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I should be mad at her." Gwen sighed, slouching. "I mean, I was upset when I found out she wasn't going to take me to the end like she promised, but I don't know..." Gwen shrugged.

I put my hand on her shoulder. "It'll be alright. After the Duncan thing you guys were friends again, right?"

"Yeah, but there's no one to break up with this time." Gwen said.

"I'm just pointing out that you guys can be friends again no matter what happens." I smiled at her, she reluctantly smiled back.

"Hey, Zoey!" I heard the little brainiac call out to me.

"Hey, Cam." I looked over at Gwen, who got distracted by something else, then walked over to him.

"This place is huge. I couldn't believe it the first time I saw it." Cameron said, glancing around.

"First time?" I asked. "Oh yeah, Ma-ike and I are the only two that haven't seen it yet."

He frowned. "Yeah, where is Mike anyway?" He pointed out my stutter in his name.

I shrugged.

"Have you noticed that Mal's been in control lately?" He asked. I shrugged again. "And you've been hanging out a lot with him." I didn't reply. "Are you sure you don't have any idea of what's going on?"

Was- was he accusing me? Did he think I knew something about Mike's disappearance? I felt anger bubble up in my chest. "I don't know, Cameron." I gritted through my teeth.

"I've noticed that-"

"Shut up, Cameron!" I yelled at him. "I have no idea what's going on! You're the smart one! You should have figured out by now that- that..." I trailed off, noticing that everyone was staring at me. Looking like they've never seen my yell before.

And the idiot continued anyway. This was unlike Cameron. "That what, Zoey? What's going on? What aren't you telling me?"

Did he have a death sentence or something, because I seriously wanted to strangle him. "You're accusing me all of a sudden, bubble boy?"

Before I could continue, and I so desperately wanted to, Duncan cut in, surprisingly. "Whoa! Look, I don't know what got in your panties all of a sudden, but leave the kid alone. He's just asking you questions."

I stared at him. 'Zoey don't do anything rash.' I reprimanded myself. I turned away and stocked into my room. Thank god Lindsay decided to be annoying somewhere else. Otherwise we might have been missing a blonde tomorrow.

I sulked in my room for a while before I heard a knock on the door. "What?" I barked out.

"Um, Zoey can I come in?" I heard Sierra's no-as-cheery voice through the door.

"Go ahead." I turned towards the wall, laying on my side.

I heard the door open and close. "The other, um, girls thought I should talk to you. I figured you might need this. I get a little crazy when it's my... um, time of the month." Sierra worded carefully.

I sat up on my bed and turned towards her. I scoffed. "I'm not on my period. I just need some space." I looked over at my table to see that Sierra had put down some pills for me.

"Alright." She brought her finger up to her lip in hesitation before saying, "The girls and I are here in case you need anything, OK?"

I nodded before turning and laying back down, completely ignoring her now. A moment later I heard the door close and hushed voices outside me door. I can't believe they sent Sierra. Not even Dawn volunteered to talk to me. What a best friend she is.

Mal's P.O.V.

Most of everyone and I stood staring at the spot where Zoey was standing before. I couldn't help myself but to burst out laughing. Was I rubbing off on her.

I noticed everyone glaring at me. The girls rushed off to Zoey. Cameron stood by the Girls' rooms door, looking kind of troubled.

I walked over to him. He glanced up at me. "Not now, Mal." He treated me like I was something everyday in my life.

I shrugged it off. "Look, don't let Zoey's anger get to you. You wanted to know, and you're a smart kid." I gritted out.

He rolled his eyes and walked off to the theatre.

Blaineley's voice sounded out through the loud speakers. "Everyone! It's time to watch the first two episodes!"

I rolled my eyes, but complied.

I heard Owen laughing. "Yeah, so I had to ride here by myself. Hey, where is Noah anyway?" Owen was talking to Tyler.

"Right here." Noah gritted out, rubbing his arms. His wrists and ankles were red.

"Whoa, man. What happened to you?" Duncan laughed.

"Ask Chris." Noah groaned. "You'll see on the second episode. And if you're included in an episode, be afraid. Very afraid."

Duncan, Scott, Tyler, and Owen stared at him. Noah sat down on the stage with a book in hand.

The episodes weren't very exciting, but honestly, that Finch kid deserved to go. No plans, just flirting. It's disturbing. It was hard enough to flirt with Zoey just to mess with Mike. Mike!

I quickly rushed off to my room, which I thankfully got to myself. It was about time to go to sleep for me anyway. I haven't slept in days since that Zoey predicament. 'No, Mal! Stop reminding yourself!' I scolded myself. Then her picture flooded my mind.

I held my head in my hands and forced my eyes closed. "Go to sleep, Mal."

SONG RECOMMENDATION: What the Hell by Avril Lavigne

Sudden outburst from Zoey. I didn't plan that. But then again, I don't plan anything. I write spontaneously. God, I love this. But I have new fandom (No, I still love TD though). I have recently discovered Hey, Arnold.

As a child, I thought of it annoying. But at like Midnight a few nights ago, I was browsing on youtube and it popped up in suggestions and I thought, "What the heck, why not?" I didn't go to sleep until 4... So, I want to create a new story. But I have tons of ideas. If you like Hey, Arnold, could you vote on my poll which story I should write first?

Um, yeah. Just wanted to say that. Review on this chapter. Not too exciting, but it is the start of something I've been TRYING to hint at you guys. Can you guess it NOW? Haha, what's good? What's bad? Suggestions? Please, review.