Wow...more people seem interested in debating Trent's songwriting ability than anything else I wrote in the last chapter. ;-) But thanks for the reviews!

Interaction: Lindsay and Heather

Needless to say, Heather was not in a good mood as the Boat of Losers pulled into the dock of the resort.

And she was even less happy when she saw the welcome party that had come to greet her.

Ezekiel was there. So were Katie and Sadie. And…

"Oh my gosh, Heather? You got voted off tonight? And— what happened to your hair?"

Heather eyes narrowed. She jumped off the boat and stormed right up to her, jabbing her in the collar bone. Lindsay drew back, startled.

"What happened?! Are you really that dense?! You happened to it, you little traitor! It was your little dare that got me voted off tonight, and LOST ME MY HAIR!"

Lindsay drew back, startled, as Heather advanced on her. Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum had grabbed each other fearfully; Home-school looked like he had a strong desire to join their little huddle. Heather shook with rage. She didn't think she had ever been so angry, ever hated anyone, not that stupid piece of ghetto trash or that Goth freak or even Damian, as much as she hated that stupid, vapid, empty-headed blonde Valley-Girl-wannabe right now.

"This is all YOUR fault! Thanks to YOU, all my hard work is RUINED! YOU humiliated me on national— "

"International."

"INTERNATIONAL television, I've lost my money, my hair, and my entire reputation all because of YOU! I— "

Lindsay winced back with each new assault, but her face still looked strangely bright as she held something up between her and Heather's face. Heather faltered. "What is that?"

"A wig."

"Uh— i-is this that stupid wig you wore in the phobia challenge?" Heather asked, taking it and holding it out as if it were a large, dead rodent.

"Yeah-huh. I dyed it black, though. So it'd be more like your color." She looked unusually shrewd. "I thought something like this might happen."

Heather scoffed, turning away. "And what do you expect me to do with this?"

"That," Lindsay said, straightening up and tossing back her hair in an oddly regal manner, "is entirely up to you. Come on, guys."

And without another word, Lindsay turned around and marched back into the resort. Ezekiel, Katie and Sadie gave Heather a quick, nervous glance before following.

Heather glared after them. If she really expected her to wear this…

Heather reached out and touched what remained of her hair. She looked down at the wig. It was just about the same color, she thought. And the same length…ugh, if only if it wasn't for that annoying spiky horror in the front…

Heather silently slid the wig on, raised her head, straightened it and paused for just a moment before marching into the resort. If some of them hadn't heard about the accident yet, maybe she could fool them at least until the word spread. Assuming Lindsay hadn't already told them. That girl was horrible at giving things away.

Next Interaction: Ezekiel and Katie. I think. Until then, please leave reviews!