(y/n) - your name

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I yawn out as I crept across the guys trailer silently, heading towards Duncan's bed after needing to grab earplugs from my bunk to block out Harold's snoring. I check that my boyfriend was still asleep, pulling the pillow I stuffed between his hands to replace me for a few seconds before getting in the bed. 

Before I could even go back to sleep, I jump up in fright from the loud trumpet sound ringing through the air. "Fuck!" I hiss out, rubbing the back of my head that hit up against Harold's bunk when I jumped.

"Harold if you added trumpets to your snoring, it's definitely time for you to die." Duncan hisses out as he sits up.

"Duncan? What are you doing here? I thought you were with (y/n) in the girl's trailer." I look up to see Harold peek over his bed to see me in Duncan's bed instead. 

I wave at him, still rubbing my head. "We both decided to separate ourselves from Courtney before I killed her in her sleep."

"Makes sense." Harold says, laying back down on his bed. I get up and stretch, knowing I wasn't going to get more sleep. 

"Hey! That's my PDA!" I groan as I hear the shrieking voice of Courtney, already done with today when I hear her complaining outside. The guys all get out of the trailer and I lean against the doorway, crossing my arms over my chest.

"The hell?" I rub my eyes, thinking that I was going crazy when I see Chris walk out with multiple marching band instruments attached to his body as he played the trumpet.

"Morning sports fans! Who's ready to put up an offence!"

"Spaghetti here! Get your piping hot spaghetti here!" Chef suddenly starts throwing balls of pasta at our faces and I quickly duck before I could hit. The smell of the pasta swarms me and I instantly get a sick feeling in my stomach, running to the girl's bathroom to dry heave into the toilet. I puke out everything that I had eaten, still feeling nauseous when I get hit with uncomfortable cramps.

"Sugar!" I hear Leshawna behind me, pulling my hair back and rubbing my back. "Are you ok?" I groan in response, feeling disgusted as I flushed the toilet and started brushing my teeth to get the acid out of my mouth.

"I think it was the spaghetti. The smell just knocked me over." I throw my toothbrush away and get a new one, downing mouthwash to deep clean before spitting that out in the sink.

"You sure honey?"

"Yeah, I'm ok now."

"Well if you're done, we need to get ready so move it." Courtney says as she shoves me to the side and I glare at her.

"Easy (y/n), don't pounce on her. Do that in the challenges today." Leshawna says and I nod, going off to get dressed.

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"God, you had to make me run..." I heave as I bend over, gasping for when since Chris made us do a 3k run. 

"Today's competition is gonna require sweat, guts, heart and sweat." Chris says.

"You said sweat twice."

"Oh, did I?" Chris chuckles, taking a step to the side to reveal a very sweaty Chef and I grimace at the view. "That's cause it's not just your sweat you'll be dealing with, there's Chefs sweat too!"

"That's fucking disgusting! I ain't going near him!" I shudder.

"Too bad! You'll be pushing him the length of the field and he just ate a huge jar of jalapeno peppers!"

"He's literally spraying!" I hack, my team arguing with Heather to get her to do the pushing with us.

"I am NOT swapping sweat with an oversized jalapeno!"

"Too bad! If I don't want to do it, you're definitely not missing out!" I grab Heather's arm and shove her forward as we all start pushing Chef across the field.

"Is that all you got!? I can push better on my day off!"

"Don't you talk smack to me!" Leshawna and I both growl, both of us suddenly sending Chef flying across the field. I flinch as I wipe my hands, Chris groaning after being knocked out cold on the field.

"Someone fell off the wrong side of the bed!" Chris laughs as he brings us over to the next challenge and I was not happy about it. "Too bad it's going to get worse!"

"Come on..." I sigh out as I drop to my knees and crawl through the mud beneath barbed wire to the other side of the field, the others also complaining around me. We got out and I drop to the floor, just sitting down as I tried to wipe the mud off me.

"Who won anyway?"

"Nobody!"

"Wait, what was all that for then!?" I exclaim, looking up at the jumbotron that showed what the real 4 challenges were.

"It was just to establish who's playing who for the real contest to follow." The screen showed boxing, badminton or tennis, wrestling-I think, I'm not sure-and basketball? "We're running 4 sport contests with competitors seated according to these results."

"Not again!" I hear Courtney gasp and I grin to see that I was up against her again for wrestling. I jump up, definitely energies now as I rub my hands together.

"Oh, this is going to be fun." Everyone goes through the challenges with their opponent, Lindsay and Harold going against each other first for boxing. He easily wins since he listened to the rules of the challenge and Lindsay just kept eating the marshmallow boxing gloves. 

Next up was Heather and Beth with the badminton challenge. It looked like Heather was going to win but something snapped inside of Beth and my god was it a beauty to see her rip a new one on Heather. I mean, sad we lost but damn was it good to see Heather beaten.

The next challenge was basketball with Justin and Leshawna up against each other. They had to shoot scores in the most creative way possible and of course, Leshawna wins easily cause the girl has style. She managed to get Justin stuck in the basketball hoop!

"And now it's time for the final challenge!" Chris wheels in on a spartan carriage. "The wrestling match you all have been waiting for! (y/n) VS Courtney!" Everyone cheers as I get up in the wrestling ring, wearing shorts and a sports bra with my hair tied up. Courtney was the same, the both of us in our corners, just waiting for the match to start. "Who will win! The beautiful, intelligent, sophisticated and a woman scorned with insatiable wrath..." Chris says and Courtney smirks thinking he was describing her. "(y/n)!"

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"When I tell you! The look on her face was absolutely priceless!" I laugh, smacking my thigh. "She really thought!"

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"And in the other corner, the deceitful, annoying and absolute suck-up of a princess that needs special treatment... Courtney!" Everyone laughs out loud as Courtney's face turns red. I crack my knuckles when I suddenly get surrounded by plastic balls.

"What in the world...?" I surface to the top to see we actually were in a kiddie ball pit and my eyes widen in slight nervousness.

Did Chris find out!?

He couldn't have known right!?

This can't be a coincidence!

"Ew! How long since these things have been washed!?" Courtney complains and I was ready to get out of the pit.

"Never! Got them from a local carnival. A really cheap scheming one. Now play ball!" Chris blows his horns and Courtney growls at me, diving into the pool. 

I do the same, trying to find her and I easily grab her leg, tugging her back as I hold her in a chokehold. "That's my girl!" I hear Duncan cheer me on while Courtney sputters as she stands up, trying to free herself from my grip as I pulled her arms taut behind her back painfully. She heads butts me and I groan as I stumble back, seeing her glare at me and I snarl back at her. We lunge at each other, me grabbing her hair and kneeing her stomach before I roundhouse kick her away. 

She gasps in pain, falling over. "Oh, that's it!" She stands back up, arms fisted and raised.

"Oh, you wanna fight now huh!?" I lower myself, bracing for her as Courtney charges at me and I easily dodge, spinning around to her back and kicking her back harshly. She catches herself and tries to swipe her feet to knock me off but I jump up, grabbing a few fistfuls of plastic balls and chucking them at her.

I freeze when I hear tiny cries, looking over to see a little kid crying. "Mama!"

"Oh, you poor thing!" I quickly lift up the child in my hands, cradling its body as it cries in my arms. My heart stings as the child wails and I try to calm it down until I hear sniffling. I look down to see the kid had stopped crying, asleep in my arms and that's when I see Chef come down on some chains to take the kid away.

"(y/n)! Watch out!" I turn around when everyone screams for me and I instantly feel pain surge through my head. It felt like a brick just smashed through my face and I fall over before passing out.