Hello! Toxicistoblame here with another chapter of Rewrite of Total Drama World Tour Redemption: Cody! Last time, the seventeen remaining contestants went to Japan, falling from the plane because of a certain redheaded nerd… Cody and the others partook in a series of challenges, and in the end his team won the challenge. Team Victorious Champs lost for the second time in a row, and had to vote someone out. Although Tyler got the most votes, Harold ended up quitting the game, despite the talk he had with Cody after the challenge.

Well, this time, this won't be a challenge chapter, as I wanted to write a chapter where there wasn't a challenge. Just some interactions, and a few things alongside that.

Anyways, let's get on with the reviews, shall we:

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Anywho, let's get on with the story! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Chapter V: Some Fights, Some Love

Teams:

Amazon: Cody, Courtney, Dawn, Ezekiel, Gwen, Heather.

Legendary: Alejandro, Eva, Izzy, Noah, Owen, Trent.

Victorious Champs: Bridgette, Leshawna, Lindsay, Tyler.

First Class, Jumbo Jet, Heading to Yukon…

I yawned as I was waking up. I read my clock. It was around 7:15. I still woke up surprisingly early, albeit not as early as the day we had the Japan challenge.

Which brings me to Harold. Last time, I failed to prevent Harold from quitting the game. That was supposed to be my first big play, and it all went to absolute crap!

I could've prevented Alejandro from eliminating Harold if I had just spoken to the redhead after he did. I was so mad at myself! Because of my poor timing, he still got the boot!

Anyways, enough ranting in my mind, let's get to the basics. Well, I am glad we won the last challenge, though I don't think it was really fair. Not that I'm complaining, no. No. In fact, I'm delighted that we came in first place. However, the reason why I'm even bringing this up is because of how we won.

We won thanks to Chef Hatchet. But I don't get it though, Team Legendary's film was infinitely better than our film was. It was even well-scripted! Heck, I think they should have won based on the quality of the film itself. However, Chef Hatchet thought that ours was superior, so we ended up winning.

Heh. It's like we have plot armor…

Man, what am I even saying? This isn't no anime or cartoon, this was real life! Like how can anyone in the real world have plot armor at all?

Anyways, I went inside the cafeteria. Well, boys, it's going to be ice cold sushi for breakfast. Yummy!

Owen walked up to me and spoke, "Do you know how awesome it would be if just the two of us toured around the world? Or maybe the three of us! Me, you and Noah! I bet they could make a show out of that!" Owen exclaimed, looking at me in the eyes..

"Yeah… Imagine that," I replied to the loveable oaf. Man, I don't think Owen realized he basically predicted the future.

Well, I guess I shouldn't really be the one to talk. After all, I'm basically a time traveler now that Vasu put me back in the jumbo jet…

I came upon a weird sight at breakfast. I saw Gwen's fists were pounding one of the tables as she laughed nonstop at something Leshawna said. Bridgette was also giggling hard, hard enough that her face turned bright red. Leshawna was trying to tell her tale, but she herself was chuckling too hard to talk. I guess the three of them really get along, even in this timeline.

Witnessing this amount of intense laughter among three young ladies would come as a shock to anyone who didn't get women (aka me). I just grabbed some food and headed back with Owen, who hadn't a clue what was going on either.

I don't actually think me and Owen actually ever hung out one on one. Speaking of which…

"Where's Noah?" I asked the loveable oaf.

Owen replied, "Uh, yea… that's classified information,"

I pleaded, "Come on, tell me!"

Owen gave in, "Okay. Noah said that he wanted alone time with Izzy,"

Ahhhhhhhh! Noah! You sly dog.

I childishly chuckled, "Man, Noah is one, one sly dog,"

"What?" Owen asked me.

"Oh, nothing!" I replied. I guess Owen doesn't get the saying.

"I wish we had an in-flight movie or something, you know?" Owen asked me, "Flying can get so gosh-darn boring, sometimes,"

"Honestly, with all the weird stuff that goes on around here, I feel like I'm already living through a movie," I mumbled.

"True," Owen agreed, "I mean, it's not called 'Total Drama' for no reason!"

After we were done eating, me and Owen went our separate ways. I went inside the confessional, going to share some thoughts at the camera.

Confessional

"I swear, if idiots grew on trees, this place would be an orchard!" I said, looking at the camera in frustration.

I regained my cool.

"Anyway, the fans in Japan are just… man, oh man! It was nice to get the rock star treatment," I said.

"Of course, we were soon back to doing the challenge. Business as usual. You know, I still can't believe our team won! We had barely anything done until the last minute. Half of our team are busy fighting for control among themselves, and that worries me," I paused.

"I mean, I couldn't care less about Heather and Courtney, but I am worried about Gwen. She seems to be involving herself in these petty feuds, either voluntarily or involuntarily,"

I was mulling over my own thoughts.

"Oh and Harold's gone. That is really a shame, since I was going to convince him not to, but Alejandro somehow convinced him to vote himself off at the last second!"

End of Confessional

There wasn't much else to say, so I left. I had barely left the Confessional and closed the door when Lindsay came up to me.

"Oh, hi, Co- I mean Tyler!" She said, giving me a smile. However, it wasn't a normal smile.

"U-Uhhhh… I'm not Tyler!"

"Of course you are. Alberto said so,"

"Huh? Who's-?"

Before I could react, she pulled me into a hug, and this one wasn't a friendly hug either. It seemed more than that. Did she genuinely think that I was Tyler? H-How… like, w-what the hell happened to her?! Did she forget who I am!?

"Tyler, I'm really glad I've found you!"

Making contact with the warm flesh of her large boobs was heavenly. Although I had a weird feeling about this, and it wasn't just coming from my pants.

Realizing how horribly misconstrued this could look, I pushed myself away from the bimbo, which was tough because she was hugging me so tightly.

"Why don't you love me, Tyler?" She asked, making puppy dog eyes.

"I'm not Tyler, I'm Cody!" I replied.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!?" I turned to see the clumsy jock in question, questioning me.

Oh crap! Where did he come from, and how much had he seen?

"O-Oh hey, Tyler," I said nervously.

"You stay away from my girl!" He roared.

"How are their two 'Tylers'? I thought you were Adrian," Lindsay said, oblivious to who Tyler was.

Will the real Tyler Oldring please stand up?

"He's trying to steal your crush too, dude!" Trent said.

"No! No, I'm not, Trent," I gave him the death stare, sending chills down his spine.

In the end, Trent still went on, "He took Gwen away from me, and now he's going to take Lindsay away from you if you're not careful!" Trent said.

Fuck! I was screwed if Gwen found out about this shit!

"What!? She hugged me!" I said, "Come on Tyler, what reason could I possibly have to take your crush?"

"Um… I don't know,"

"She's hot, has large tits, and is interesting to talk to," Trent said quickly.

"Yeah, that!" said Tyler.

"Dude! I already have a girlfriend!" I said, "You know I'm with Gwen, right?" I paused for a brief second, "I would never do that to you, Tyler! You're my friend!"

"Don't believe him. He wants Lindsay all to himself!" Trent said.

This really pissed me off. Trent was egging Tyler on and I really wished that he would stay the hell out of this. It looked like Tyler and I were going to come to blows over this situation when somebody stepped in.

"Now, now. Calm down amigo," Alejandro said, putting his arm on Tyler's shoulder. Wait a minute. When the hell did he get here!?

The Spaniard led the two other teenagers away from the hallway and into Economy Class, but not before smirking at me.

Lindsay just sighed at the whole ordeal before going to talk to Leshawna about something, so I was left alone. She looked… sad? That wasn't just me, right?

I wasn't sure if I should return yet. Something smells fishy over here, and it wasn't Owen's breath.

That's when Alejandro appeared again. Why does he keep popping up out of nowhere? Was he a wizard or something?

"Tyler totally hates your guts now," Alejandro said to me, with an evil look in his eyes.

"He does?"

"Yes, and it's all thanks to me! Heh,"

"Oh, so you're 'Alberto'. I should've guessed, but why the hell are you doing this?!" I glared at the latino.

Alejandro smirked at me, "Well, it's because you are trying to meddle with my plans to win the game! You really dominated the first two seasons, and now you're soon going to have your reputation tarnished even more!"

Alejandro went on, "After all, now you got not only Heather and Trent to hate you, but even your workout buddy Tyler is starting to dislike you as well! Looks like you're in a tight spot now, huh?"

This made my blood boil. I forcefully tighten my fists out of anger. Why the fuck is this happening? Why is Alejandro acting way more evil this time around? Like, at least whenever I was on World Tour for the first time Alejandro actually seemed humane and showed genuine concern for others, whether he was manipulating them or not. Now, it seems like he's not doing that at all, well at least not to me, it seems.

I didn't even have to think for a second before realizing what he was doing. He saw that my reputation with the cast was taking a dark turn, and now he's trying to take that to an even deeper path.

I tightened my fist, "Why you… YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" I then jumped his ass. I didn't care if the other contestants had to see this. This was all between me and Alejandro. No one else.

I was then surrounded by the rest of the cast. They were all circling me and Alejandro outside of the confessional.

"Woah, woah there! Calm down there, amigo. I did no harm, why so hostile?" Alejandro lied, trying to get some sympathy points from the other contestants.

"Now, now. Don't even lie to yourself or any of the other contestants! YOU were the one that tried to use Lindsay's naiveness to your advantage! YOU were the one who eliminated Harold and jumped me after the elimination took place! You are a no-good-lying pile of shi-"

"Cody, calm down!" Gwen tried to calm me down.

"Yea, I don't think Alejandro would do such a thing!" A couple of the girls said.

"I DO NOT CARE! He's trying to ruin my friendships and relationships by manipulating y'all! Don't you guys see? That latino perra is trying to use his looks to his advantage and to win the game! Can't you guys learn the lesson from when Justin did that same shit back in Island?!" I yelled, hoping to get some people by my side.

"No! I'm not doing any of that, amigo!" Alejandro lied with a convincing tone, but then realized that I basically called him a bitch, "I'm not a perra you stupid geek!"

"YES. YOU. ARE! IF YOU'RE SO SURE YOU AREN'T, WHY DON'T WE GO AT IT, HUH?! HOW DOES THAT SOUND, YOU BASTARD!" At this point, I completely lost my composure, screaming at the top of my lungs, scaring the other contestants around me. Even Eva was somewhat scared, and she yelled a lot back in Island.

This even attracted the attention of the host himself, Christian L. McLean.

"Okay, you've asked for it, geek!" Alejandro popped his knuckles, getting prepared, "Come at me!"

I took a deep breath. I didn't know what I've gotten myself into. I was so mad that Tyler, the person who helped me with my workouts back in Island, could possibly hate me now. And that was all because of the stupid Spanish Casanova himself!

I went all in for a big punch, but Alejandro stopped my fist by grabbing it, "You really think that this would be an easy fight? You are really bold, Cody Emmett Jameson Anderson,"

Huh?

I was shocked. How did he block that hit? Most of the cast was obviously cheering for Alejandro, of fucking course.

Then my eyes turned a bit red, letting out a faint chuckle, "You've messed with the wrong guy, Alejandro Francisco Burromuerto…"

Alejandro gave a slightly shocked expression. He wasn't expecting that reaction, I could tell. Everyone was kind of in shock too, by the way they were reacting.

I clenched my fists out of anger. This was my time to prove that Alejandro was the real threat to the show.

I used a fighting tactic that I learned from my brother Marcus. That tactic was acting like you don't know what to do, so you squirm around, acting like I didn't know anything.

"Hah! You told me you wanted to fight, but you're just squirming around like a lo- OW! AH!" Alejandro said as I swiftly punched him in the nose and kicked him in the nuts.

"AH! Why you little loser…" Alejandro groaned, "I'll make sure you go down, along with your time on the show!"

I replied, "See? No matter what you do, I have great tactics. Try me again, if you're still motivated to do so,"

I could hear Gwen say, "Cody! Please don't fight anymore! You've already proved your point!"

I just looked down at the ground. Should I really keep fighting with Alejandro? Was it really that worth it? Even my girlfriend didn't want this.

As a result, I decided to call off the fight, "Alejandro, I think Gwen's right. We shouldn't really fight on the plane,"

Alejandro sighed, "Whatever,"

"Aw man! That fight was getting pretty heated! C'mon you two, fight some more, it's going to be GREAT for the ratings!" Chris said. Of fucking course he cares so about the ratings! I swear, he likes good ratings more than Sierra liked me.

"Beat it, McLean! I'm out of here!" Alejandro pushed a shocked Chris out of the way, storming off.

"Awwww man!" The host whined.

Soon after that, Chris, along with everyone else, left the area, until it was just me and Gwen.

"Oh, uh, so Cody, can you tell me what happened between you and that Alejandro guy?" Gwen pleaded.

"B-But…"

"Please?..." Gwen asked once more. This isn't fair! She's giving me the puppy dog eyes!

After thinking about it for a few seconds, I decided to give in, "Okay, okay, I'll tell you…"

Gwen held her fist in the air in excitement, "Yay!"

I quickly added, "However, make sure to not tell anyone else about this, okay?"

The goth nodded.

After telling her the story…

"Oh…" Gwen said, "So, that's the story, huh?"

"Yeah, that was it," I explained, "Lindsay suddenly hugged me out of nowhere and that huge argument with Tyler, Trent and Alejandro… Yeah, so that's how the fight between me and Alejandro started,"

I could notice her eyes giving an uneasy look. She was staring at me intensively, like she was mad at me or something.

This gave my chills down my spine, "U-U-Uh, Gwen? Are you okay?"

She just stared at me even more, but this time she started to blush, her cheeks becoming as red as a tomato.

"Gwen?"

She finally responded, "I thought you broke up with that bimbo!"

I tried to explain myself, "H-Hey! Alejandro was trying to manipulate Lindsay into doing that! I had no ill intentions, I swear!"

Gwen didn't listen, "I-I get it. You like her more than me. I know she's prettier than I am…"

"Gwen! Listen to me! I did not mean no harm, to both you or Lindsay! Please, cut it out!" I tried to calm her down.

"I-I can't let her take you away from me!"

"Gwyneth Frederica Fahlenbock! Listen to me, please!"

That calmed her down.

"Lindsay and I are just friends now. Nothing more, nothing less," I told my goth girlfriend.

Gwen responded, "You better not be lying, or I'll forcibly make you my husband! Oh, maybe we can even have a bunch of kids together! I won't let anyone take you away from me! I can't let you have anyone else besides me!" She said, her eyes full of love, blushing intensively, murmuring things that I couldn't understand.

Don't tell me…

Wait, that can't be right. Yanderes are only in anime and manga. There's no way a real life person can be a yandere… right?

Right?

But she's totally acting like a yandere. Uh…

I think it's safe to say that Gwen is acting like one right now.

I can't believe I'm dating a… a yandere!

"You there, Cody-kun?~" Gwen asked me. Damn it! I knew that she knows that I watch a bunch of anime and mangas! But why the hell does she have to add the '-kun' to my name?!

I swear, if this was me the first time around, I would've busted a nut by this point, by the way she's acting towards me. This feels like a damn dream! Though, it feels too real to be fake…

"Y-You don't have to add the '-kun' part to my name, though," I told the goth.

"Hah. You're right. I was just teasing you this whole time," Gwen told me. However, she added, "B-But I'm not lying about Lindsay taking you away from me though!"

I responded, "W-Wait, so you want me for yourself?"

Gwen replied, "Yes… I-I may not have as big of boobs as hers, but mine are still fairly large, don't you think?~" She asked as she adjusted her top, showing more of her cleavage, pressing her large and soft breasts against my chest.

I can't believe it. Gwen, the girl that I used to be head over heels for the first time around, was basically seducing me?! I could feel my adrenaline pumping through my body, and my heart was beating faster while I was blushing intensively!

I couldn't help but stare at her DDs, "U-U-U-Uhhhh…"

Oh shit. This isn't good! I shouldn't get flustered or hard by this! I need to keep my act together!

As I said that, however, I felt my dick slowly rise up, growing harder than a stone boulder. I felt defeated…

Gwen smirked at the sight of my erection, "Oh wow! You see! You really enjoy this, don't you? You're blushing!~"

"I-I-I-I… Uh…"

"Heh! It's fun messing with your hormones," Gwen chuckled, "You are really prone to stuff like that!"

"Yea, you got me there!" I replied. Man, I think now I know why I fell for her the first time…

"Anyways, I'm going to use the bathroom. You can talk to Zeke and Dawn now," Gwen said before stopping for a moment to say something else, "But don't try anything funny with Dawn, got it?"

"Okay, I only see her as a friend anyway," I told her.

"Good! Now shoo!" Gwen said. After that, I went back to First Class.

A little while later…

Confessionals

Gwen - "I may have been lying to Cody about some things about our conversation, but he is MINE! Lindsay, or any of the other girls, if you want to have a taste of my boyfriend, you'll have to go through me first!"

Alejandro - "Damn, I actually quite underestimated Cody's raw power. However, if we ever do fight in the future, I'll make sure he goes down! He's seriously my biggest threat right now!

Cody - "I wonder why Gwen is suddenly acting like that right now? I guess it was over that incident with me and Lindsay. However, I have no intentions of getting back together with Lindsay!

End of Confessionals

I decided to read more of 'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald. After all, I've never got to read it in almost a week now.

"There was music from my neighbour's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motorboats slit the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam. On weekends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden-shears, repairing the ravages of the night before,"

"Every Friday five crates of oranges and lemons arrived from a fruiterer in New York—every Monday these same oranges and lemons left his back door in a pyramid of pulpless halves. There was a machine in the kitchen which could extract the juice of two hundred oranges in half an hour if a little button was pressed two hundred times by a butler's thumb,"

"At least once a fortnight a corps of caterers came down with several hundred feet of canvas and enough coloured lights to make a Christmas tree of Gatsby's enormous garden. On buffet tables, garnished with glistening hors-d'oeuvre, spiced baked hams crowded against salads of harlequin designs and pastry pigs and turkeys bewitched to a dark gold. In the main hall a bar with a real brass rail was set up, and stocked with gins and liquors and with cordials so long forgotten that most of his female guests were too young to know one from another,"

"By seven o'clock the orchestra has arrived, no thin five-piece affair, but a whole pitful of oboes and trombones and saxophones and viols and cornets and piccolos, and low and high drums. The last swimmers have come in from the beach now and are dressing upstairs; the cars from New York are parked five deep in the drive, and already the halls and salons and verandas are gaudy with primary colours, and hair bobbed in strange new ways, and shawls beyond the dreams of Castile. The bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alive with chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other's names,"

"The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. Laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word. The groups change more swiftly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath; already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment the centre of a group, and then, excited with triumph, glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and colour under the constantly changing light,"

"Suddenly one of these gypsies, in trembling opal, seizes a cocktail out of the air, dumps it down for courage and, moving her hands like Frisco, dances out alone on the canvas platform. A momentary hush; the orchestra leader varies his rhythm obligingly for her, and there is a burst of chatter as the erroneous news goes around that she is Gilda Gray's understudy from the Follies. The party has begun,"

"I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited. People were not invited—they went there. They got into automobiles which bore them out to Long Island, and somehow they ended up at Gatsby's door. Once there they were introduced by somebody who knew Gatsby, and after that they conducted themselves according to the rules of behaviour associated with an amusement park. Sometimes they came and went without having met Gatsby at all, came for the party with a simplicity of heart that was its own ticket of admission,"

"I had been actually invited. A chauffeur in a uniform of robin's-egg blue crossed my lawn early that Saturday morning with a surprisingly formal note from his employer: the honour would be entirely Gatsby's, it said, if I would attend his "little party" that night. He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it—signed Jay Gatsby, in a majestic hand,"

"Dressed up in white flannels I went over to his lawn a little after seven, and wandered around rather ill at ease among swirls and eddies of people I didn't know—though here and there was a face I had noticed on the commuting train. I was immediately struck by the number of young Englishmen dotted about; all well dressed, all looking a little hungry, and all talking in low, earnest voices to solid and prosperous Americans. I was sure that they were selling something: bonds or insurance or automobiles. They were at least agonizingly aware of the easy money in the vicinity and convinced that it was theirs for a few words in the right key,"

"As soon as I arrived I made an attempt to find my host, but the two or three people of whom I asked his whereabouts stared at me in such an amazed way, and denied so vehemently any knowledge of his movements, that I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table—the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone,"

"I was on my way to get roaring drunk from sheer embarrassment when Jordan Baker came out of the house and stood at the head of the marble steps, leaning a little backward and looking with contemptuous interest down into the garden,"

"Welcome or not, I found it necessary to attach myself to someone before I should begin to address cordial remarks to the passersby,"

""Hello!" I roared, advancing toward her. My voice seemed unnaturally loud across the garden,"

""I thought you might be here," she responded absently as I came up, "I remembered you lived next door to—""

"She held my hand impersonally, as a promise that she'd take care of me in a minute, and gave ear to two girls in twin yellow dresses, who stopped at the foot of the steps,"

""Hello!" They cried together, "Sorry you didn't win,""

"That was for the golf tournament. She had lost in the finals the week before,"

""You don't know who we are," said one of the girls in yellow, "but we met you here about a month ago,""

""You've dyed your hair since then," remarked Jordan, and I started, but the girls had moved casually on and her remark was addressed to the premature moon, produced like the supper, no doubt, out of a caterer's basket. With Jordan's slender golden arm resting in mine, we descended the steps and sauntered about the garden. A tray of cocktails floated at us through the twilight, and we sat down at a table with the two girls in yellow and three men, each one introduced to us as Mr. Mumble,"

I decided that that was enough reading for one day, and decided it was best to talk to someone. However, I don't know if I should really do that, since the commotion me and Alejandro caused earlier today. Obviously, they're going to take his side, all because he is more attractive and really smart. Well, I'm smart, though I'm not as good-looking as him, which makes me objectively less appealing to girls right off the bat.

"Uh, Cody?" someone asked me.

I turned around, and it was Heather, "So, about what happened while we were on our way to Japan…"

"So, what's your point?" I asked Heather in a cold tone.

"Woah… Calm down! I was just going to say sorry for how I've been treating you both in this season and Action," Heather told me with remorse.

I wasn't buying it.

However, for some reason, it sounded like the feeling was genuine, as if it was coming from the bottom of her heart.

As a result, I responded, "I… I think I need some time to decide if I should accept the apology or not. After all, you really hurt my feelings that day,"

"B-But, I'm really sorry. I realized in that fight with me and Gwen that I was in the wrong. I should've realized that people can be friends with whoever they want, no matter if their other friend or boy/girlfriend doesn't like that person!" Heather explained.

I actually think that's pretty nice for Heather. This is showing that people too can change, even if they were extremely rude in the past!

We continued chatting for a bit, and before we knew it, it was getting dark outside.

Man, this day has been a hill, with a lot of ups and downs. We're getting close to the Yukon, too. I think we should get to our destination by tomorrow.

I just hope I can save Bridgette from elimination. However, I'm a bit worried what Gwen might think, especially with how she acted today. I just got to pray that I don't freeze up in the water again like last time, but more importantly, save Bridgette from her tongue being stuck to a pole.

Only time will tell, that's for sure.

Okay, that's all for today. Sorry for the abrupt end, I wanted to get this done soon, so that you guys would have something to read. Sorry that this wasn't a longer chapter, I really didn't have that much to write about. And I was originally going to pair this chapter with the Yukon chapter, however since this chapter was going to be kind of a longer one with the whole episode when combined together, I've decided to split things apart. So next chapter, however, the sixteen contestants will be going to the Yukon! Whether or not the elimination this time will or will not be the same is a mystery right now. After all, for now, I'm the only one who knows the entire elimination order! -insert evil laugh here-

Anyways, jokes aside. I hoped you guys liked that spicy scene with Gwen and Cody, and the fight with Cody and Alejandro. The true reason for Lindsay hugging Cody will be revealed in the next chapter, so yeah.

Should Cody read some other books? If so, let me know which book you want him to read next so that I can write about how and what he likes about it!

No references this time, couldn't think of any at all this time.

Elimination Order:

19th: Duncan

18th: DJ

17th: Harold

Staff: Christian McLean (Host), Jonathan 'Chef' Hatchet (Co-Host, Pilot)

Teams:

Amazon: Cody, Courtney, Dawn, Ezekiel, Gwen, Heather.

Legendary: Alejandro, Eva, Izzy, Noah, Owen, Trent.

Victorious Champs: Bridgette, Leshawna, Lindsay, Tyler.

If you have any ideas for the next chapter, have suggestions, critiques, etc., let me know via PM or review, stay safe, and have a great rest of your day!

- toxicistoblame