DISCLAIMER:

Welcome to the second chapter, this time Jo will tell her story. Of course, she has some second thoughts, but she never gives up or surrenders before a fight.

Total Drama belongs to Fresh TV, its creators, and distributors. I don't own anything from the properties used in this fic

Jo story

After telling her story, Dakota and Jo swapped places, so Jo was in the middle of the group, sitting next to the aisle. There was an awkward atmosphere between the girls, only Dawn seemed to not have issues about the jockette's story.

"But we want a true story, ya? So please try to not embellish the facts too much," said Staci, raising a finger.

"Are you calling me a liar, blabbermouth?" Jo took Staci by her shirt's collar and lifted her.

Dakota and Anne Maria held her as Dawn stood between them.

"Please refrain from using violence," said the aura reader, glaring at Jo. "This contest is supposed to keep us entertained and in high spirits, not to make us fight more."

"Dawn is right. Let's try to stay civil," said Zoey, rubbing her hands nervously.

"If it's like too stressful to tell your story, you can stay out of the game," Dakota released Jo and sat in front of her. "I mean, no one is forcing you."

Jo took a deep breath and frowned. "Stressed? Me? Ha, don't be stupid. I was just angry because chatterbox can't keep her big mouth shut, but I have the winning story right here.

I remember this story like it happened yesterday. I went home after being robbed in the show AGAIN. And this time, I didn't even get 75 grand, so it was a waste of time.

Life after the show was more or less the same. I workout in the morning, went to school, hit the gym in the afternoon, and helped the sports clubs. Yes, one or two idiots asked me about the show now and then or for an autograph, but nothing more.

Annotation: Zoey

"Wait, people ask you about the show?" asked Zoey, wide-eyed.

"Not all the time, but now and then, especially in the gym," said Jo chuckling. "I guess those mongrels think it's a good pickup line."

Anne Maria laughed. "I have a group of regulars at my uncle's pizzeria that formed a fan club, and they almost rioted when production announced I wouldn't be in All-stars."

"I also have some weird encounters with people who want to know if I'm the real Dawn. And my grandma calls me her 'small tv star,'" said Dawn blushing.

"Really? I thought people asked for my autograph just for my time as a wrestler, but maybe some of them were also Total drama fans," Dakota folded her arms, pouting while thinking.

Zoey frowned at the floor. "It doesn't make sense, I was 3rd place in our season and won the All-stars show, but people don't stop me in the street or ask for my autograph. They only ask me weird things during the events."

"What a coincidence, the same happens to me," Staci put her hand on Zoey's shoulder. "No one stops me in the street or asks for my autograph."

"That's not much consolation," said Zoey, pouting.

Jo scoffed. "Well, suck it up. As I was saying…"

As I was saying, I just kept going with my life, but on February 14th, I had an unexpected surprise.

I arrived home with a lot of chocolates. Don't ask why, but boys and girls love giving me chocolates that day. Anyway, I came home and left my loot in the living room.

"Old man, I'm home!" I shouted, after unboxing the chocolates and starting to pull apart those I would sell from the others.

Annotation: Dawn

"You sell what others give you? That's horrible! Those chocolates were filled with good intentions and their feelings toward you," said Dawn covering her mouth.

Jo rolled her eyes, "Really? Well, if they had such feelings, they would know I hate milk chocolate."

"I'm not surprised," said Anne Maria filing her nails again. "You're a bitter person, so it's normal you like bitter food."

"Nice joke Tanne Maria, but keep working as a waitress, you suck as a comedian," said Jo, glaring at her. "And eating is just a way to fill the fuel tank. I don't understand why everyone is so obsessed with food…"

What was I saying? Oh, right, I put the milk chocolates on one pile and the dark chocolates on another, but at the bottom of the pile I found a weird box.

It was wrapped in craft paper and had a Valentine's day card next to it. The card was shaped like a heart. What kind of buffoon sends a card like a heart these days?

"To Jo, I hope you think of me while wearing this and that we can talk again. Happy Saint Valentine," I read and tilted my head.

I turned the damn card, and that was it. No name, no signature, no nothing. I opened the mysterious box, and it had some sweatbands in it. They were grey with a cool lioness design on them.

"Well, I guess the weirdo who sent these babies at least has good taste," I said aloud while putting them on. "Hey old man, do you know where this package came from."

My old man went out of the kitchen and smiled. "I found that in the mailbox. It seems my princess is becoming popular."

"Becoming? HA! I'm the most popular person at my school, the queen of sports, remember?" I told him, raising my head proudly.

"I know you're, but you're becoming popular as a girl too," he said, smiling like an idiot.

I groaned, annoyed by his comment. "Pffft… Popular as a girl? Who wants something silly like that."

"Well, even if you don't want it, you have a secret admirer," My old man said. I hate to admit it, but he was right.

"It's probably a prank," I shrugged and looked at the card again, "that we talk again? It means we talked before?"

My dad's smile just grew wider. "So you know your admirer?"

"I TOLD YOU IT'S NOT AN ADMIRER!" I shouted and went to my room to escape from his bullshit.

Annotation: Zoey

"Your dad sounds like a nice person," said Zoey, making a wide smile. "My dad usually didn't care about who wrote me or what they gave me in Saint Valentine, at least until I started dating Mike."

"He isn't that bad, but the idiot keeps treating me like a baby," Jo rolled her eyes. "Just wait some years until I'm stronger than him."

"Good luck with that, Joseph Lambert is still considered one of the strongest Canadian players of all time," said Staci, crossing her arms.

Jo scoffed. "So what? He's now old and out of shape. Yes, he still can lift but his job now is to shout at the newbies and try to make them play. Just give me 5 more years, and I'll kick his ass."

The other girls watched Jo and Staci with wide eyes.

"Pst, that means Jo's dad is famous?" asked Zoey in a low voice that Jo could perfectly hear.

"No idea. I don't know the first thing about football," replied Dakota. Anne Maria, and Dawn also shrugged.

"Football? Hahaha my old man would cry if he could hear you," Jo laughed, holding her sides. "He was a Rugby pro prop and, in his best time, could stop 3 people without sweating."

Anne Mara sighed. "That's fine and dandy, but what about your story? Was your dad the secret admirer?"

"Of course not! That would be stupid," Jo glared at the Jersey reject. "So shut up and listen up, I tried…"

I tried to find out who this person was. The idiot didn't sign the card, so there was no way I could know who wrote it, my only hint was that they wanted to talk with me again, so that meant we had met before.

The next days I peacefully talked with the guys in my class and the sports clubs I used to participate in. I used some persuasion and found it was none of them. Then I proceeded to also talk in a peaceful way with the girls but it was also useless.

So I did what a mature person would do and forgot about it. However, the next month, on March 14th, I had another annoying surprise when I arrived home after training.

"Jo, your secret admirer attacked again," said my old man as soon as I entered the house.

"What?" I said, but then recovered my composure. "Ha, who cares about that idiot?"

I took a shower, dined with my parents, and got to the admirer business. This time it was a letter, he told me he would be in Ottawa that weekend and apologized because he forgot to write his name and phone.

So I decided to ignore him. But somehow I felt like talking with that Sir-leak-a-lot again, so I called him.

Annotation: Zoey

"Oh my gosh! Was Brick your secret admirer!" shouted Zoey, her eyes wide in excitement.

"WHAT?" Jo glared at her, sweating. "OF COURSE NOT REDIOT! This guy was called Br…ob"

Anne Maria laughed. "Brob? Really?"

"Yes, Brob. He was Bro Bob, but everyone called him Brob," said Jo crossing her arms.

"And you called him Sir-leak-a-lot?" asked Dakota, raising an eyebrow.

Jo clenched her fists. "Yes, because he wet his bed until 7th grade. Can we stop the damn interrogation and continue with my stupid story?"

"Jo, your aura seems red-colored. Maybe you should calm down," said Dawn, looking at the jockette with a worried frown.

"I'm fine pixie dust, so let me continue with the stupid story!" said Jo in a harsher tone.

So that weekend, I went and met with Brob, who definitely wasn't Brick. I wore my usual sweatpants and hoodie.

He was already waiting for me. He wore jeans, a black t-shirt, an aviator jacket, and shades, with his hair in a buzzcut as always. I must say he didn't look that bad in his outfit.

Annotation: Anne Maria

"So Brob also uses his hair in a buzz cut? What a coincidence," said Anne Maria, chuckling.

Shut up, puff head. Anyway, he ran toward me, saluting like an idiot.

"Hello ma'am. Thanks for accepting my invitation," said Brob, taking off his shades.

"Drop the act … stone for a brain, if you want to say something, just say it," I crossed my arms and glared at him.

He sighed. "I know we didn't end on the best terms, and I still think I did the right thing and don't regret it."

"Yes, yes, so if you didn't come to apologize, why are you here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, first I wanted to try to talk with you…"

"That won't happen."

"… and second, I have these tickets for today's Senators game. Want to go together?" Brob said, ignoring me.

That was a low blow. Everybody knows how much I love hockey, so I decided to go with him.

"Ok, let's go, but I still think you're an idiot," I told him, putting my hands in my hoodie's pockets.

"GREAT! Let's go," he said, smiling again like an idiot, but it didn't annoy me that much this time.

The game wasn't so bad. We destroyed the Buffalo Sabres, and to be fair, Brob wasn't half bad. He showed guts and also enjoyed the game. At least until the end, he was tolerable.

"I swear Hoffman is doing his best season ever," I said, fist-pumping. "Maybe this year they can make it to the playoffs."

"It's still early to know. The season just started," said Brob, trying to look smart.

I glared at him. "I know stone-for-brain, but a girl can dream."

"Sorry."

"And stop apologizing! It was just a comment," I told him. I swear he is too polite for his own good.

He then smiled. "And do you want to get dinner together? I know of a great place."

"Na, I'm fine," I told him. "I have to wake up early to train."

"Oh … ok" he said, frowning sadly. For some reason his damn expression made me feel bad.

"Don't put that face. People will think I'm the bad one," I scratched my head. "I guess this wasn't so bad, so if you're around the area, call me again."

His frown turned into an idiotic smile. "Really?"

"Why do you ask something so silly? If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't say it," I told him, hitting him on the arm. "See you later Private Dopey."

"See you Jo," said Brob, waving.

And that's how our first date ended.

Annotation: Dakota

"And that's all?" asked Dakota, looking at Jo with wide eyes. "What happened between you and him?"

"I may have seen him again," said Jo blushing. "But why do you care?"

Anne Maria raised an eyebrow. "Because this is a contest, and to be fair, your story felt unfinished."

"Yes, I also want to know if you saw Brob again and what happened after that date," said Zoey, who seemed really into the story.

"I agree ya, so far Dakota's story is much better," said Staci, smirking.

Jo's face turned red, and she glared at the others, but the jockette knew if she lashed against them, she could say goodbye to her new phone.

"Who said I finished my story?"

"Your aura," replied Dawn while nodding,

"Well, you and my aura are wrong. I was about to continue with my story until Miss Paris Faketon interrupted me," said Jo, crossing her arms.

Zoey's eyes sparkled. "Then there is more?"

"Of course, as I was saying…"

As I was saying, Brob didn't give up and invited me to watch the senators' games every other weekend.

We talked a lot more. He had an interest in fashion, clothes and other lame things I don't care about. I talked about my ambitions to become a professional athlete. After 2 months, I got used to hanging out with him.

However, in the next game, he was more serious than usual, frowning like it was the end of the world even after the Senators won 2-1 against the Red wings.

"That was a good game! I can't believe we won," I said, trying to motivate him.

"Yes it was," he said in the same tired tone.

So I have an idea. "You know, I'm quite hungry after cheering during the game."

"R-Really?" he said, his face beaming. "So, do you want to dine with me?"

"Yes, but you'll need to invite me. I forgot my wallet," I told him. "So hurry up before I change my mind."

"Yes ma'am," he said, saluting.

And he took me to a sports restaurant called Georges. The place was small and had few customers for a Sunday night, but at least it was clean.

"THIS is the restaurant you always wanted to bring me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Y-Yes, the food is delish and the service is great, also they have some awesome paraphernalia," he said, blushing.

I sighed, "Well, it could be worse. At least it isn't a Tim's."

Annotation: Staci

"How can you say that? Since its foundation in 1964, Tim Hortons has been one of the most famous restaurants in Canada and their donuts are delicious. I know because my great uncle Norbert studied with Tim Horton and Jum Charade during high school and was one of his first clients."

Ignoring blabbermouth. The place had better food than I expected. I ordered a 500 grams steak and a bowl of salad.

"It's good for you to eat so much protein?" Brob asked, he always asks the silliest questions.

"Yes, I also ordered some salad to include some carbs, and tomorrow I'll burn them, so just shut up and let me enjoy it," I cut and tasted a piece. "You were right for once, it's delicious."

He rubbed his neck and smiled. "Hahaha, thanks."

But after saying that, Brob frowned again.

"So, what is your problem?" I asked, tired of his attitude.

"My problem?"

"Yes, you have been sighing and looking at the ground all day, and it's depressing," I told him in a firm tone. "So tell me, what's your problem?"

He looked at me like a deer in highlights. "Nothing escapes you, right?"

"I'm a sportswoman, I have great sense, so either tell me what's your problem or man up and stop whining," I continued eating my steak, not expecting what his problem was.

"Jo, we have been going out for 3 months and I'm the happiest man, but I need to know. Where are we?" he asked, for once looking me into my eyes.

I was totally taken aback. "What?"

"Are we dating? Getting to know each other better? Just friends?" he said, his voice lower than normal. "I need to know."

"I don't know, who cares?" I replied, not expecting that kind of question. "We go to watch games together and have a good time, who cares about labels."

"I care," Brob told me in a serious tone.

I hated the tense atmosphere. That's why I made a mistake, but it was his fault for pressuring me.

"We're just friends, idiot. What did you expect?" I told him, frowning. "Did you think we were dating?"

"Negative ma'am, but I wanted to be sure," he replied, smiling. But it was the saddest excuse for a smile I ever see.

We continued dining, but for some reason, I couldn't enjoy my steak anymore. So after dining, we went home.

We arrived at my place, he was still trying to look fine, which annoyed me even more.

"Mission accomplished, you're back safe and sound," said Brob, using an annoying military tone he uses from time to time.

"Yes private brockhead, you can rest now," I said, chuckling. "See you again at the next game."

He looked at the ground, frowning. "S-Sorry, but I probably can't make it to the next game."

"What?" I told him, offended. "Oh, I see, it's because we're not dating, right?"

"No, it's not…"

"I don't want your excuses. If you don't want to go out with me, it's your loss. Now get lost!" I told him, entered my house, and slammed the door.

I then went to my room to sleep. I was so angry that I didn't want to talk with anyone.

Annotation: Zoey

"Wasn't you too hard with Brob?" asked Zoey, biting her lower lip.

"What? Of course not," Jo frowned, looking at the bus window, the sky filled with dark clouds. "It was his fault because he talked so slowly and with so many roundabouts, so I misunderstood him."

Dakota hugged her knees, "It was kind of sad, poor Brob."

"It could be worse. He could have ended up dating Jo," said Anne Maria, smirking.

"What do you mean by that Helmethair?" Jo stood up and rolled up her sleeve.

"I mean you suck. Did I stutter?" said Anne Maria, also standing up.

Dawn stood between them. "Girls, please, this contest was made to have a good time and bond together, not to fight at every chance. So I beg you, stop quarreling, or I'll quit the contest."

"I agree with Dawn," said Zoey raising a hand. "And also I want to know what happened with Bri-"

"Brob," said Staci interrupting the redhead.

"With Brob, yes, what happened with him? Did he call you again?"

"Ok, ok, I'll stop if Tanne Maria stops," said Jo, going back to her seat.

Anne Maria raised her hands. "Ok, I won't be the bad one here."

There was a small silence among them. Jo was thinking about what had happened next. Should she tell the story?

It took a moment for her to decide. She wanted the damn prize.

"No Red, it wasn't the end of the story, the next day…"

The next day I was in the gym's locker room after my daily training. Then I received a call from an unknown number, so I took it.

"Yes?"

"Hello Jo, you sound as charming as usual."

"…Ratboy, what the hell do you want?" I told him, hearing his voice was enough to annoy me.

Ratboy is an acquaintance of Brob and me. He's a despicable guy that would sell his own 'Ma' for money.

"Calm down. Why are you so angry? I don't remember crossing you," said Ratboy with that annoying know-it-all attitude he always has.

"I'm hanging up…"

"Wait," he shouted. "It's about Brob."

"I don't want to talk about that excuse of a guy," I shouted, startling all the locker room.

"He's being deployed overseas."

It took me a moment to understand what was happening. "Are you serious?"

"I knew he didn't have the guts to tell you," said Ratboy, making me want to punch him. "If you want to see him, he'll depart today toward Toronto at 16:00. If you run, you may catch him."

I finished the call without realizing it.

I watched my phone. It was 13:15. There was no way I could arrive at the airport before he boarded the damn plane. Also, I didn't want to see that coward.

He was going to be deployed overseas. No big wars were going on, right? He would probably spend his time bored in the barracks training. Why didn't he tell me? Damn coward, I would punch him in the face the next time we met.

Because I would meet again, right?

That thought was painful. I was sure he would be fine, but somehow my gut feeling told me I needed to punch him today.

I ran out of the gym and borrowed a bike from the bicycle rack that was on the other street. The chain they used to tie it was too thin and broke off easily. So I rode it toward the airport as fast as I could.

Yes, I had to jump some lights and shout at some assholes, but I arrived 20 minutes before 15:00. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough time to find him.

I entered the airport and realized I didn't know the gate Brob was using. So I ran toward the information desk and grabbed the girl in charge by her shirt's collar.

"Tell me the gate for the Toronto flight that departs at 16:00!" I asked her "nicely."

"Please don't hit me," said the dumb woman, covering her face.

I hold her collar tighter, "Then tell me the DAMN GATE!"

"Gate 16," said the woman sobbing.

I pushed her away and ran toward the gate. I had to jump some counters and take the boarding pass from some idiot to enter the reserved zone. And there, in front of gate 16, was him.

"Jo?" he said, looking at me puzzled.

I ran toward him and punched him in the face.

"IDIOT!" I said, clenching my fists. "Why didn't you tell me!?"

"Ouch," he said, rubbing his cheek. "Because you said we were only friends."

I glared at him. "And then you thought I wouldn't care? I said we were friends, idiot. That means I care for your sorry ass."

"And how I'm supposed to know! You only push me away whenever I try to get close to you!" He stood up, glaring back at me.

"Ha." I laughed, not believing his attitude. "Now it's my fault,"

"Yes, it's your fault," Brob said, his face softening. "I enjoyed our time together and wanted to clarify things before going overseas. And I didn't tell you because I didn't think you would care."

I felt like my brain was about to explode. This guy was annoying.

"I care, you idiot!" I shouted, jabbing my finger into his chest.

"You do?"

"Of course. If not, why I came to the airport, eh? If I didn't care, I wouldn't bother borrowing a bike to see you boarding a stupid plane," I told him, jabbing my finger with more strength. "So you need to promise to come back safe and sound, ok? You're too clumsy to be a hero, so just stay safe," I took a deep breath and finished. "So maybe once you return, I may be ready for a relationship."

He saluted while sniffing. "Yes ma'am, I promise I'll come back."

I rolled my eyes. "And don't cry. People will think I'm harassing you."

"I'm not crying, I'm just the happiest man alive," he said, his eyes red and puffing.

"You're too cheesy," I said, shaking my head.

Then I heard the steps of the security guards running. It seemed my time was up.

"Ok, time to go," I said and kissed him. He turned red like a tomato. "See you later, Brockhead."

And to my surprise, he held my shoulders and kissed me. "I will, Jo."

"Hahaha, you suddenly got guts," I said, punching him in the stomach. "Good luck."

After that, I ran away, the stupid guards chasing me while Brob saluted.

Jo's story – the end

"And that's it, the damn story of my first kiss," said Jo crossing her arms.

"And that's it?" asked Dakota, looking at her with wide eyes. "What happened then? Did you escape from the guards?"

Jo shrugged. "Actually, I didn't. The bastards got me, and my old man had to come and pay a fine, so they let me go."

"Really? I thought it would be a lot worse, ya," said Staci, putting her finger on her chin.

"Why do you always ask the weirdest questions, chatterbox?" Jo scoffed, "Yes, actually, I could end up in jail, but it was my first time, the idiot recovered his boarding pass and left on his plane, the security boss was a fan of total drama, and the woman I threatened at the information desk was a fan of the Redblacks, my old man's team. So we could work everything with some fines and some autographs."

Dawn looked at her with wide eyes. "But that isn't fair! That kind of arrangement destroys our institutions and promotes corruption."

"Calm down Tinkerbell! I just forced my way through the airport security. I didn't kill anyone," said Jo raising both arms.

"But what happened after that? Are you two dating?" asked Zoey, her eyes sparkling.

Jo rolled her eyes and blushed, "Yes, something like that. He was out only for 3 months. Brock and I are seeing each other, go to games together and ki … ki …"

"Hahaha, you're so cute being all flustered," said Anne Maria, smirking.

"Go to hell, puffhead," Jo flipped the bird at Anne Maria.

Staci crossed her arms. "Did you say Brock? Wasn't your boyfriend called Brob?"

"I said Brob," said Jo, quickly.

"No, you actually…"

"I . SAID . BROB," Jo stood up and glared at Staci. The first boot just gulped.

"Sorry, I misheard you," said Staci, sweating.

"So, who goes next?" said Zoey smiling. "If you want I can tell my story."

Dakota took her box. "Don't worry Zoey, let's just take another paper."

"That's also the fairest way to choose. If we don't do it randomly, we'll be cheating on Dakota and Jo," said Dawn, smiling.

"I personally don't care if you do it randomly or not," said Dakota, shrugging.

"Well I do. If you forced me to go second with some random bullshit, we would use it for the rest of the contest," said Jo, putting her hand on the box and drawing another piece of paper. "Ok, hippie, it's your turn."

Dawn blushed. "Oh my, I'm not mentally ready…"

There was a moment of silence. Some people watched her with expectation, and others with annoyance.

"… But if it's what the universe wants, I will go next," Dawn smiled as the wind began to blow, and a lightning bolt illuminated her face, giving her an eerie aura around her.

Author Notes:

Jo story is done, and now it's Dawn's turn. What will be the aura reader story about? Your guess is as good as mine.

Jo really uses the first-person POV to her advantage. She isn't a liar, but here are things she prefers to change and others she believes happened as she told them. But to be sure, we would need to ask Brob his version.

And remember if you like the story leave a review with your thoughts about it, or at least mark it as a favorite, that way I know you're having a good time and help me keep my motivation. Now let me answer the last week's reviews:

Hellflores: Being fair I think the parents would later accept them, but at first is hard. Your boy comes home and is in love with a 10 feet orange mutant with a tail that he met 2 months ago. And let's not talk about Dakota's parents. I need to write a one-shot about how they reconciled with their parents. I hope Jo story didn't disappoint you.

Total Simaniac: Hahaha, Dakotazoid is about wrestling, so it needed to be included in their first date, but I'm glad you enjoyed it. Also as you say gamer bars exists but usually aren't that cool. I don't know why people don't try to make a big franchise using video game names in the menu.

And you were almost right, Jo was with Brob actually, a totally different name from Brick.

As always, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy this story.