The two days between the dodgeball challenge and the next passed fairly uneventfully. The only things of note were that Tyler and Lindsay were often seen with each other, either talking or going for a swim. They didn't seem to be an official couple yet, but Liam knew they were quickly reaching that point.

He… wasn't sure what to make of that. On the one hand, he sincerely doubted both of them would make it to when the teams broke up, so what they did before then was of little concern. Nor did he have to worry about Tyler leaking intel about the Gophers to Lindsay because, well, it was Lindsay.

Still, there was the chance, however small, that they both would make it that far. And if they did, that relationship would ensure they always supported each other in both challenges and eliminations. That would be problematic, especially since Lindsay was already allied with Heather.

First Leshawna, now potentially Tyler. He had not, it seemed, given Heather's social skills the attention they deserved.

That would have to change.

The first thing Daphne heard upon waking was, unfortunately, complaints. "Now I'll have to actually suntan. In the sun!" Lindsay said sadly, holding up an empty bottle of fake tanner.

The brunette rolled her eyes and rose from bed, stretching. "If it makes you feel better, I have a spare bottle of sunscreen you can borrow to keep you from burning," she offered. Then, after a moment, an idea came to her and she added "We could even tan together."

The blonde smiled. "Really? That could be super fun! Thanks, Delphi!" she said, making Daphne pause before she let it go. Having also been woken up by Lindsay, Heather observed the exchange between them but made no comment.

Less than five minutes later, the loudspeaker let out a loud klaxon, waking those that weren't up already. "Alright, campers, enough shut-eye!" Chris called to them. "Time to see what you're made of!"

Once the campers were up and fed breakfast–overcooked eggs and burnt toast–they were given directions by an intern to a stage near the woods. In front of it were two sets of wooden benches, where the campers naturally separated by team. "Gwen! Saved you a seat," Trent said, waving her over.

"Thanks," the goth said, sitting next to him with a small smile. Behind them, Lindsay blew a kiss to Tyler, who happily caught it. Heather saw this and gritted her teeth, but with Leshawna nearby she remained silent.

Chris stepped out onto the stage. "Campers, welcome to our brand new, state-of-the-art amphitheater!" he declared, arms spread wide. "Today's challenge is something recognizable to any summer camp veteran: the talent show!" he told them, making several of the campers smile or cheer.

"You each have eight hours to select your team's three acts to show off. And like everything else on this show, those performances will be broadcast on television. Sing, juggle, dance, whatever you want that's legal. Former DJ, VJ and rap legend Chef Hatchet will award points via the Chef-o-Meter." He then pointed at the air above him. While the campers couldn't see anything, it was assumed that the producers would have said meter edited in. "Good luck!"

Following his announcement, the two teams moved to opposite ends of the campgrounds to avoid being spied on by each other. With the Gophers, Heather obtained a clipboard and whistle, which she quickly blew. "Alright, I'll be team captain for this!" she declared.

Gwen grunted. "How come you get to be captain?" she asked.

Putting away the sneer that she wanted to show, the mean girl answered "Because if it was my strategy that won us the game last challenge. So, I'm making the strategy this time." That got frowns from the goth, Daphne and Leshawna, so she quickly moved along. "You can be a judge, along with me and… Geoff," she said, seeing the party dude as no threat.

"Alright," he said. "Let's do this, dudes!" he cheered.

While the Bass were debating that, the Gophers had already selected their captain–Courtney volunteered, and none of them wanted to argue with her–as well as her, Bridgette and Harold as judges. Katie and Sadie were eager to audition first, showing off a peppy dance routine set to some pop music. While their coordination was great, the dance themselves and choice of music were… not.

"We'll… keep you in mind," Bridgette said politely, doing her best to cover her aghast expression with a smile.

Next was Justin, who also went with a dance set to music. However, his choice in song matched much better with his movements, most of which showed off one part of his body or another, such as his abs or arms. At one point, he even ripped off his shirt, mesmerizing every girl on the Gopher team. Then he grabbed a bottle of water and dumped it over head, letting the water soak his hair and run down his face and neck.

Courtney cleared her throat, pulling on the edge of her vest collar. "Well, um, I think we can safely say he's in," she said feverishly, making the rest of them nod.

Tyler sought to try out a routine with a pair of yo-yo's. However, less than ten seconds after he started, the jock had both yo-yo's wrapped around him, leaving him bound. The three judges didn't even need to say that he was out, he simply began slowly walking towards the washroom.

Harold stepped into place, and he took a deep breath as his teammates watched.

With the Bass, Trent had been voted to be a competitor after he played a song. Geoff performed some impressive tricks with his skateboard, which earned him good ratings from the others. Following that was Owen, who took a moment to chug down an entire 2-liter bottle of lemon-lime soda.

As he did, Trent asked "Hey, Gwen. Are you going to audition?"

She shook her head. "No way. I'm glad you did, though. You're… really good at playing your guitar," she said, hesitating slightly. When that got him to smile, so did she.

That was when Owen finished chugging, and the others leaned forward. "A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y-ZEEED!" he belched, getting cheers from every male member of his team.

"Awesome, man!" Trent called, running over to give him a high-five.

Heather, however, was less than impressed. "That is disgusting," she said. "No way."

"Aw, come on!" Trent said. "You may not like it, but I'm sure Chef's gonna love it!"

That got Gwen to hum. "This is the sort of thing guys like, and Chef's definitely a guy," she pointed out.

Geoff grinned and nodded. "I think it would be awesome, man. I say we do it!" he declared.

Heather stared, looking back and forth between her two fellow judges. "But that's… you…!" she said angrily, before going still.

Confessional Stall - Heather

"Have to play nice, have to play nice, have to play nice…!" she chanted, gripping handfuls of her hair hard enough to almost rip them out.

Taking a deep breath, Heather throttled her anger, stuffing it deep down. In her mind, she pictured both Gwen and Geoff's names written on a wall. And beneath both of them, she added a single tally. She then slowly exhaled, feeling her calm return. "Okay, if you say so."

"Yes! Awesome!" Owen said, making her eyebrow twitch before she swiftly regained control. Heather did notice Gwen looking down at the spot next to her, where a gray book with a lock was sitting. An interested look passed over the queen bee's face. But she put it aside for now to show off her ballet routine, which got her a round of applause from the other Bass.

Meanwhile, Cody had just finished playing a song on Harold's electric keyboard. It was actually rather impressive, making several of the Bass clap.

"We'll consider it," Courtney answered. "Next?"

Bridgette raised her hand. "I can stand on my hands for twenty minutes," she offered.

Harold thought about it, before shaking his head. "That is impressive, but I think Chef would get bored watching someone stand around for twenty minutes," he told her.

The surfer chick frowned, before looking down. "I guess so," she acquiesced. "Liam? What about you?"

The sleepy teen shook his head. "My best skill is coding, which isn't a stage skill. Sorry," he said, getting Bridgette and Harold to nod in understanding. Courtney glared at him for not contributing, but he pretended not to notice.

That just left Ezekiel. The farmboy stood from his seat on a tree stump with a bow in hand. "I can shoot a bow and arrow!" he said. "I use one all the time when I'm out hunting with Pa."

She raised an eyebrow. "Okay, and how do you plan to show that off?" she asked.

Ezekiel held up the bow, looking around for a target. Seeing a soda can, he pointed to it. "Put that on this stump!" he said.

As Liam moved to do that, Ezekiel walked away, until there was a total of fifty yards between it and him. Once there, he drew his arrow, aimed, breathed in… and left out a half breath before firing.

The arrow sailed through the sky, flying forward in an arc, and stuck the can dead-center. The surprised Gophers applauded, and the farmboy grinned. "Just doing what I was taught!" he said proudly.

Courtney nodded in surprise, having already mentally written Ezekiel off. "Well, that eliminates the need for me to play my violin. I think we have our three acts," she announced, and the other Gophers voiced their agreement.

The Bass were wrapping up auditions, having observed both Leshawna and Izzy dance. Although Heather wasn't fond of either, she refrained from saying so, and after them was Daphne.

She surprised her teammates by walking out of the cabin in a white gi, a blue belt around her waist. "Where did you get that outfit?" Gwen asked.

Daphne shrugged. "I had it packed with my clothes in case there was a fighting challenge," she answered. She moved in front of two concrete planks, on top of which were a total of five wooden planks. Taking a breath, she exhaled and yelled "Hah!" before swiping down and breaking all five at once.

Both of Trent's eyebrows rose. "Not bad," he said.

Eva, however, scoffed. "Big deal; I could do that," she said dismissively.

Daphne frowned at that, glaring at Eva. "You could, but you chose not to try out," she said bitingly.

Eva glared in response. "If you're trying to imply that I'm not a team player, I'd be happy to correct that opinion," she said, standing up with her fists clenched.

Daphne didn't back down. "Then how about you stop throwing a temper tantrum every time something upsets you? You nearly were thrown out of the last challenge for that and could have cost us the win," she responded.

The muscular girl growled. "You want to go, tough girl?!" she said, moving closer until they were right in front of each other.

"I can take you, meathead!" she shouted back.

The two were about to swing fists when DJ placed himself between them. "Hey, we're on the same team! We don't need to be fighting each other," he told them.

Both girls glared at each other. "We don't need someone who can't manage their anger on our team," Daphne said.

"Oh, I can show you 'anger management'!" Eva promised.

But Heather blew her whistle. "That's enough! Both of you, go cool off in separate directions. Now," she said firmly.

There was a moment where neither of them moved, continuing to glare. Eventually, however, Daphne switched her gaze to DJ and said "Only because we're friends." Then she turned and walked away. Another moment later, Eva did as well.

There was an awkward silence, before Heather spoke up. "Well, that wraps up the auditions. We already have Trent and Owen, and out of all the dances shown, I'm nominating my own," she said.

Gwen frowned. "I figured you would," she commented, before shrugging. "I'm fine with it," she said.

Geoff nodded. "Same here. I liked Leshawna's dance too; something happens, she can dance instead," he suggested.

"Great! Let's all take a break, and then we'll practice," Heather said. The rest of the team quickly agreed, and began to head in separate directions.

All it took was asking a cameraman for directions. They had radioed Chris, asking if it was okay, and of course the host had allowed it, ever eager for more drama. On the condition that a camera follow her to capture it, that is. After getting those directions, Heather was able to take the right path into the woods.

Soon, she heard the sound of repeated shouting, as well as the sound of something impacting. Coming around a tree, she saw Daphne still dressed in her gi, repeatedly delivering palm strikes to a mat that had been nailed to a tree. Each hit was punctuated by a "Hah!" and sweat covered her brow. The longer she went on, the more frequent her strikes gradually became.

Five minutes after she started watching, she saw Daphne release a larger shout and her palm strike became a punch, one that drove her fist through the mat and against the bark of the tree. "Ow! F #%!" she swore, pulling back and nursing her hand. Looking up at the hole in the mat, she sighed. "And I had to bribe Chef for that, too…" she muttered. Then the spend of Heather chuckling reached her ears, and she turned to look at her. Frowning, she said "Come to tell me I shouldn't have argued with Eva?"

But Heather surprised her by shaking her head. "Eva is good to have around for challenges," she said. "But otherwise, we all know how much of a pain she can be to live with," she added with a smile.

Despite herself, Daphne could feel a small one flash across her face. "We are down to one bathroom stall with a working lock…" she said.

The rich girl rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me; unless you wake up early, there's a line to use it every morning," she remarked, before sitting down on a log and patting the spot next to her. Daphne stared at it, then at her, her expression wary. Then she shrugged and sat down. "Now that you bring it up, though, I am curious: Why did you react that strongly?"

There was a moment with no response, while Daphne looked down at her hands. Eventually, however, she quietly said "I hate being dismissed. That look in someone's eye, the one where you gave your best and it wasn't enough for them…" She shook her head. "Only a few things can get under my skin as quickly as that."

Heather was also silent, before looking in a direction where she knew the camera couldn't capture her expression. "... I get that," she said, her tone even. "I'm the same way with losing. Ihateit when I put my effort into something and it doesn't work out."

Daphne suddenly chuckled. "Does that extend to competitions?" she asked, referencing the attitude that won them the last challenge.

Heather nodded. "Darn right," she said, not ashamed in the least. "Look, Eva's too volatile to not self-destruct eventually. If you want her gone, just bide your time and wait until then, okay?"

Daphne leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands as she thought about that. Then she looked back at Heather. "And when that happens, you're going to offer to help, aren't you?" she said frankly.

Heather froze, slightly stunned at being read correctly. She didn't account for this; most people didn't look deeply enough to guess her what her ulterior motives were, just that she had them. "I…" she said.

She wasn't sure what to do. Most of her said to lie, deny it, and retreat to restrategize. But another part of her-one that she realized wasn't there before she started being 'nice'-said to be honest with her intentions. To be open about her feelings. To be vulnerable.

The rest of Heather promptly told that part to sit down and shut up.

"I hadn't thought that far yet," she lied. "But if you want my help at that point, I'll consider it," she said.

Daphne stared, and it was only thanks to the queen bee's considerable willpower that she kept her expression neutral. After a long pause, she said "Alright…" Dusting her hands off, she stood. "I'll think on your advice. And… thanks for coming to check on me," she said, before leaving.

Confessional Stall - Daphne

"I don't usually trust friends unless I approach them. And Heather seems like just the sort of manipulator that causes me to have that rule," she said. "But… maybe, given a lot of time, I could see myself giving her a chance."

Since the Killer Bass weren't currently using the amphitheater, the Gophers had decided to move there for their rehearsals. Courtney and DJ were practicing their violin and ribbon dance just in case one of their main lineup went down. Meanwhile, Ezekiel was inspecting his bow and Justin was making sure he had the right make-up applied.

Cody, who had been passing the time by playing cards with Liam, said "Hey, Bridgette?" Once he had her attention, he said "Was that thing about standing on your hands for twenty minutes true?"

Bridgette smiles. "Wanna make a bet and find out?" she offered.

Cody grinned. "You know it!" he said, pulling out a five-dollar bill.

Katie crossed her arms. "I'm in too; doing it for that long has to be impossible," she declared, putting down her own cash.

Liam was quick to join in, then frowned when he noticed a certain someone wasn't. In fact… "Where's Tyler?" he asked, looking around.

The other Gophers paused, even the ones practicing. "Huh," Harold said. "I remember seeing him leave to remove his yo-yo, but nothing since then."

Courtney scoffed. "He's probably off making out with that Bass girl, Lindsay," she remarked.

Bridgette shrugged. "Guess he's out of the bet, then," she said. "Twenty minutes. Starting… now!" she said, going into a handstand. Rather than stay in one place, she began to walk around.

As he watched, Liam noticed a rope in her path. And following that rope up to the top of the amphitheater showed it was connected to a stage light… positioned right over Courtney.

Eyes widening, Liam quickly shot to his feet and walked over, grabbing the upside-down Bridgette by the waist. "Maybe we do thatoffthe stage, hmm?" he said, deliberately looking up at the light.

The others looked as well, and Courtney blanched as she realized that could have just fallen on her head. "I agree!" she said, quickly stepping to the side and away from any other lights.

Bridgette nodded, a slightly embarrassed look on her face as her clumsiness almost led to disaster. 'And it's only on land, too,' she thought. In water, she could move with a grace that amazed her friends back home. But put some ground beneath her, and you had, well, that.

With Liam helping guide her, she was able to hand-walk the steps down onto the grass. "Thanks," she said, looking up to smile at him.

The lazy teen returned her smile. "I have no performance, so helping's the least I can do," he said simply, letting go of her legs and walking back on stage.

Once Heather returned to camp, she saw Gwen walking away from the Bass cabin in her bathing suit, Trent soon following her. Unfortunately, Lindsay was nowhere in sight, which meant she'd have to make do without someone keeping watch. Entering the girls' side of the cabin, she said "Alright, if I were a secret book, where would I stash it?"

Looking around, she noted Gwen's pillow, underneath her mattress, and the drawer for her underwear. Between the three, she could at least make up an excuse about the drawer, so she started there. It took all of thirty seconds to find the book underneath her bras, making Heather smirk.

"Now, let's see what we have here…" she said. Opening it to the first few pages, she paused when she saw that it was handwriting instead of print, but reading the first few sentences cleared it up for her. This wasn't just a book, it was a diary. "Oh, this is good…" she said, beginning to grin widely.

However, a breeze coming from the window Eva broke caused the cabin door to creak. Heather froze, worried someone was opening the door, before relaxing. She didn't have the time right now. But now she knew where Gwen kept this, so she could learn more later.

For now, she skipped to the last page with anything on it and began skimming. "Cute… Custom distraction for me… Only one I can relate to… Guys who play guitar?" she muttered. Weird Goth Girl had a crush? And on Trent? This wasn't just good, it was great.

Heather quickly closed the diary and put it back. And just in time, too, as just then the sound of someone walking up the cabin steps reached her, giving her just enough time to move away from the dresser and into the center of the room. The door opened a moment later and in walked Gwen, completely soaked and appearing very irritated.

Raising an eyebrow, she calmly said "Back so soon?"

Grunting, Gwen began marching over to her dresser. "Owen and Geoff decided to jump off the dock. Right next to me," she said, pulling it out a towel and beginning to dry off.

Heather gave an exaggerated scoff. "Those guys…" she said, before taking the moment to walk out. Gwen, eager to be alone, didn't try to stop her.

Once the eight hour time-limit was up, both teams were once more assembled on the seats in front of the amphitheater. Night had fallen, giving the production team the chance to use those stage lights. All of which we pointed at Chris.

"It's time for the TDI Talent Extravaganza! Here, six campers will desperately try to avoid humiliating themselves in an effort to show off their skills," he announced with a chuckle. "First up, from the Screaming Gophers, we have Justin!"

The model stepped into the spotlight, placing a chair next to him. Once the music started, he began dancing, including several moments where he posed or flexed, which were accompanied by camera flashes. Halfway through the dance, he removed his shirt, further mesmerizing the audience. Then, to cap it off, he sat down in the chair and pulled a rope, letting a bucket of water splash over him and his abs.

The Gophers cheered for Justin, and Chris smiled. "Well, I can never fault someone for capitalizing on their looks," he said, flashing a grin to the camera immediately afterwards. "And it seems neither can Chef. Six out of nine points!"

While Justin gave a smile and walked off-stage, Chris continued "Next is the first from the Killer Bass: Owen!"

The large boy stepped out, carrying not one but two two-liter bottles of soda. "Just one moment while I prepare!" Owen called, before opening one of them. About a minute passed as Owen chugged both bottles rapidly, surprising some of them with his speed alone. Then, tossing away the empty bottles, he loudly belched "A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y-ZED!"

The male Bass began to cheer, but then Owen held up a finger. Taking a breath, he then also burped "ZED-Y-X-W-V-U-T-S-R-Q-P-O-N-M-L-K-J-I-H-G-F-E-D-C-B-Aaaaa!"

That time every guy from both teams cheered, and Chris walked over with a huge smile. "That was awesome, dude! For burping the alphabet forward and back, Chef awards you eight points!"

"Yes! Awesome!" Owen cheered, as did the Bass.

"Yes, yes, you're in the lead," Chris said. "Moving on, next up is Ezekiel!" There was a moment of silence, however, and he looked around. "Uh, Ezekiel?"

"Over here!" they heard him say, and they all turned to see the farmboy standing fifty meters from the stage. "I'm ready to bag a moose!" he called, drawing an arrow from his quiver. As he did, a pair of interns pushed three targets onto the stage. One was indeed a cardboard cutout of a moose, while another was of a Canadian black bear seen from the side. And the third was just a white disc with a red dot in the center.

Nocking his first arrow, Ezekiel took a deep breath, released, took another one, then held it as he fired. The arrow sailed through the area before penetrating the moose cutout. From this distance, however, the farm boy frowned. "Just left of the heart," he muttered.

For the second shot, he took another deep breath, but released half of it rather than hold it all in. This time, when the arrow struck the 'bear', he cheered. "Woo-hoo! Got him in both lungs, yeah!" Repeating it with the final shot, it struck the red dot with a satisfying thunk.

As the Gophers cheered, Chris used his megaphone to call "Nicely done, man! As a holder of an advanced manhunting degree, Chef enjoyed the display of lethality, improvable only with human-shaped targets. Seven out of nine!"

Ezekiel grinned and gave a fist-pump, returning to sit with his team. As he did, Trent walked onto the stage and sat on a stool with his guitar.

"This one goes out to someone special," he said, before he began to both play and sing.

"They say that we've only got summer. And I say that's really a bummer.

But we'll swim in the sun and have lots of fun.

It'll just be the two of us, nothin' to do but just hang

So let me say only this

Stick around for just one kiss."

That got the teen applause from both teams, while Gwen did her best to hide her blushing face. Now that she knew what to look for, however, Heather saw it and smirked.

"Sweet music, Trent; I'm loving the style. And so did Grandmaster Chef, with six points," Chris declared. Quickly shoving Trent off stage, he said "That's two performances each, and the Gophers are trailing by one point. Since the Bass just went, I'll raise the stakes and have them go next!"

That got him several frowns from the Screaming Gophers, but there was nothing they could do about it. Heather walked out on the stage in her ballerina outfit, and orchestral music began to play from the amphitheater speakers as she danced. Those who recognized the piece realized, with some irony, that Heather had chosen to dance to a section of The Firebird.

As her performance came to an end, Chris came out with a look of faint surprise. "Well, Heather, I personally didn't think much of your performance. Not a ballet guy, really," he said, ignoring Heather's glare. "Grandmaster Chef, however, has decided to give you a whopping eight out of nine points!"

"What?!" several of the Gophers called, while Heather preened under the cheers of her fellow Bass.

Confessional Stall - Chef

The large man was holding a handkerchief to his eyes and dabbing away tears. "Did y'all see me during the Awake-a-thon? I know what good ballet looks like. And that… that was beautiful," he said emotionally, before blowing his nose into the handkerchief.

Chuckling at the turn of events, Chris said "Gophers, if my math is correct, you'd tie the score even with a full nine. And frankly, I find ties boring. So, I'm going to give you an opportunity!" The cheers of the Bass paused, and he continued "For the final performance, we'll do a variation of sudden death. Either you do something worth a whopping ten points or the Bass automatically win. But be warned, your last performer will need to blow. Chef's. Mind." The host gave an overly sinister chuckle, and the Bass gave the Gophers challenging looks.

But rather than show fear, the Gophers surprised them by smiling. At the front, Courtney stood and called "Oh, Harold~!"

Said nerd walked on stage, standing before a microphone. Taking a deep breath, he began.

"Poh. Poh. Poh, cr cr chi. Poh, cr cr chi. Poh, cr cr chi chi chi cr cr cr. Poh, cr cr chi chi cr cr-Augh!Chi cr cr cr chi chi chi chi-Awesome!

Cr chi- Huh. Cr chichi! Cr chi- Huh. Cr chichi! Cr chi- Huh. Cr chichi! Cr chi- Huh. Cr chichi!

Plu chi ch ch. Plu chi ch ch. Plu chi ch ch. Plu chi ch ch. Plu chi ch ch. Plu chi ch ch.GOSH!

Cr chi chi chi cr-Awesome!Chi chi cr chi cr chi cr-Wha-what?Chi chi cr chi cr chi cr-Huh, uh huh!Chi chi cr chi cr chi cr-Wha-what?Chi chi cr chi cr chi cr-Huh?

Ch ch ch ch…Boo-yah."

For a moment, the entire amphitheater was silent. Then nearly every camper from both teams burst into cheers, while Chris walked on stage with an amazed expression. "Stellar beatboxing, Harold! According to Grandmaster Chef, that's worth ten points and then some!"

Turning to face the cameras he added "That means our winners are the Screaming Gophers!" That caused several of the Bass to look down, while others tried to burn holes in Chris with their glares. "Killer Bass, pick the next loser for the Loser Boat. I'll see you tonight!"

The Bass were quiet at dinner that night, none wanting to bring up the question of who to vote for. No camper was solely to blame for their failure, so there was no scapegoat to rally against.

However, that didn't stop certain factions from meeting on their own…

Later that evening, the team was assembled before the bonfire for their second time. Chris greeted them all with a smile. "What a night. Dancing, Music, Shooting, and the best kind of tension: the kind made by me!" he said with a chuckle. "But now, it is time for me to throw you your marshmallows. Those marshmallows go to our performers, Heather, Owen and Trent…" All three of them caught their marshmallows with smiles.

"Lindsay…" The blonde caught her and clapped.

"Gwen…" The goth caught hers one-handed with a smirk.

"Geoff…" The party boy called "Woo!" as he was thrown his.

"Leshawna…" Seated next to Geoff, she caught hers and gave him a high-five.

"DJ…" He smiled and caught his, giving Geoff a high-five.

"Izzy…" She shouted "Alright!" and caught hers with her teeth.

Chris paused. "Just one marshmallow left. And the camper going home is…" he said, looking between Daphne and Eva.

…

…

...

"Eva."

The muscular girl sat there for a moment, stunned, before whipping around to look at Daphne. "You! You did this, didn't you?" she demanded.

The fire-happy girl smirked. "Would you believe me if I said no?" she said tauntingly

Eva gritted her teeth. "You know what? I don't need this, or any of you!" she shouted, and turned to stomp down the Dock towards the Boat of Losers. As she passed Chris, however, she gave him a kick in shin for good measure.

"Ow!" he said, holding his leg for a moment. "Well, that leaves the rest of you safe… for now."

Confessional Stall - Daphne

"Yeah, I could have taken Heather's advice and waited. But then I thought 'Why strike later when I could strike first?'" she said with a smile.

Confessional Stall - Heather

"Although I gave Daphne that advice, I couldn't know if she trusted me enough to follow it. So since someone had to go, I decided to hedge my bets and try removing Rageaholic." Her smirk grew. "And now, when I approach Daphne and tell her my votes were the ones that sealed it-without expecting a reward-she'll feel indebted to me. I am so running this game."

Eliminated:

1. Beth, the Wannabe

2. Noah, the Know-It-All

3. Duncan, the Delinquent

4. Eva, the Female Bully