(y/n) - your name

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"What's going on...?" I hear chatter outside and I sit up on my bed to see the trailer empty of the girls and I limp out to see everyone outside with Chris in a policeman suit?

"And the sleeping beauty is finally awake." Duncan coos softly and I glare at him.

"How did you manage to sleep through the chaos that just occurred a few minutes ago!?" Harold asks and I blink at him in confusion.

"I don't know?" I shrug, leaning against the trailer and yawning as Chris explained today's challenge which I wasn't really paying attention to. 

I was feeling so sore all over after Duncan did a number on me back at the indoor jacuzzi. I couldn't think, still buzzing from pleasure as my skin bristled from the aching in my core. The girls didn't question me when I slept through our two-day break, thinking I just enjoyed sleeping when I was wiped out.

"How are you feeling sweets?" Duncan smirks at me as I lean into his chest, hugging me while I lean my forehead on his shoulder.

"Sore... I just want to sleep." I furrow my brows, trembling as he runs a hand down to my ass and pushes my hips flush against his.

"If we were back home, you know I wouldn't let you rest." Duncan growls in my ear when I feel his morning hard-on and I wack his chest.

"I know you love me but I need to get ready Duncan." he chuckles and lets me go. I quickly kiss his cheek before I head back into the trailer to freshen up. Once everyone was done, we all walked out to follow Chris. Duncan stayed by my side, helping me with my limp. I see Gwen looking miserable and I head over to her.

"Hey (y/n)..."

"Why do you look like you hate life more than usual?" I get Gwen to crack a smile before she groans out.

"Please don't hate me-"

"-I already know Trent tanked the challenges for you." Gwen gapes at me as I just shrug. I figured he got booted off the show last night since I don't see him around anywhere. 

I didn't go to the voting, I was walking around.

"You knew!? How!? Why aren't you mad?"

"Trent winked for the cameras, that's how I knew. Also, the kid can't act for shit when he faked the injury during the dance battle. And why would I be mad? I don't really care so don't beat yourself over it." I pat Gwen's back but she pouts.

"Justin found out."

"Wait what!? How!?"

"He overheard my conversation with Trent when he confessed botching the challenges. Now I owe you guys."

"No you don't, it's not your fault."

"Yeah, I don't know how you'll be able to convince your team."

"Oh, I'm going to try."

"Also, why are you limping?" Gwen questions me and I freeze.

"Pins and needles. Must've slept wrong." She raises a brow at me like she doesn't believe me.

"Sure, sure."

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"Lockdown people! Let's get this challenge started! Teams, take a prisoner from the competition and chef-I mean warden, lock em up!" My team start talking about using Gwen since she owes us but I tut, tapping my foot on the floor as I narrow my eyes at them. They all gulp as I cross my arms over my chest.

"Now actually think with some sort of strategy. Who on the other team has the weakest stomach cause I know for a fact that Gwen has an iron stomach."

"What makes you think it has something to do with food?" Owen says and I point to the kitchenware on the tables.

"There's a bunch of bowls and spoons here, plus whatever is under that tarp over there smells ripe." I gag at the smell but Owen just hums in hunger at the smell.

"Ok yeah but Gwen owes us-" I glare at Justin and he shuts up.

"You can't fake hurl. So let's pick someone who has a weak stomach."

"Yeah, maybe we should do that instead." Beth says and I nod.

"Good, Duncan, Gwen and Leshawna have pretty strong systems." I comment and the others agree, remembering the cockroach shots Leshawna drank last season.

"So we have to choose between Heather or DJ." Owen says.

"Heather is pretty hardcore." Lindsay perks up. "She might just hold it down to win the challenge."

"Yeah, but being the picky princess she is, I bet she'll refuse to eat it so default win." I explain.

"Hmm, Heather then?" Justin says and everyone agrees.

"Today's first game is the prison chow-llenge!" my team hi-fives me for being right. "Each team must whip up the foulest, nastiest, most barf inducing slop this side of Alcatraz. Heather and Lindsay has to stomach as much as they can." I can already see Heather already gagging at the sight as she and Lindsay get locked up.

"This reward better be worth it!" Heather hisses.

"Have I ever let you down-"

"-yes!" I cut Chris off and he agrees with me.

"Anyway, the winning team gets this!" Chris shows us a golden shovel.

"Ok, so one of the challenges includes digging." I mutter out and Justin and Beth nod. 

"Prisoners ready, and culminate!" We start "cooking", Beth pouring rotten food that she purposely smudged on the floor along with her retainer that falls into the bowl.

Yeesh...

"Owen, dandruff, bellybutton fluff and the ripest fart you can pull." he grins at me, doing exactly that.

"God no!" Heather gags and I grin.

"Oh, Chef!" I call out to him and he comes over. "You know what I need." I smile evilly at Heather as he rips hair from his crotch and chucks it in the bowl.

"No way!" the other team all turn away to hold in their puke as I mix it for Heather.

"Bone apple tea." I pass the bowl to Heather and she takes it with shaky hands.

"Are you maggots ready!?"

"No..." Heather whimpers.

"One minute to down that chow... and dig in!" Heather takes a spoonful, shoving it in her mouth and I can see tears in her eyes.

"One more thing Heather, Chef hasn't showered in what, months?" Chris says and her eyes widen. She looks at her team, slowly swallowing the food while Lindsay was suddenly going ham on hers as if it tastes actually good. 

Heather suddenly coughs up Beth's retainer. "Thanks! My dad would've killed me!" I quickly block Lindsay's view by standing in front of Beth as she puts in her retainer and Heather immediately hurls. I close my eyes, trying not to puke myself from the sound.

"Lindsay keeps it down for the Grips and wins the reward!"

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"Elimination challenge! Here we go!" We were out in the prison yard of what seemed to be an obstacle course. "No get out of jail free cards here people!" Chris explains that each team has to get in the laundry carts while one of us has to push the cart through the obstacle course and reach the wall to start digging.

"Owen." I look at him, raising my brow and he falters under my stare.

"Ok..." everyone else gets in the cart and I chuck the laundry out without Chris looking.

Less weight.

"I heard that the boxcar has food so let's get there first and you can eat everything." I lie and Owen's eyes blaze in determination.

"On your marks... get set... Escape!" I shriek when I fall back in the car as Owen literally bulldozed through the obstacle course.

"Go Owen go!" I cheer as we reach the end and he grabs the shovel, speeding through the digging. I sputter at the dirt that goes flying through the air.

"We made it!" Beth exclaims and I let the team crawl through first before me, reaching the end of the boxcars.

"Alright Killer Grips!"

"Izzy!?" I was shocked to see her. "You got booted though-"

"-no! E-Scope got booted! Not Izzy!" I open my mouth to counter but I shake my head instead.

Not fighting with a nutcase.

"Awe, there's no food." Owen pouts and I feel bad for lying so I head to the craft services with the others and go straight for the kitchen.

"Come on, I know there's a hidden cake somewhere here..." I surf through the giant refrigerator, finding a 3 tier cake. "Bingo!" I wheel the cake out and I see Owen's eyes light up.

"Is that for me!?"

"Yes!" Owen goes ham on the cake.

"No! Not the cake!" Chris whines as Owen rests on the floor while patting his stomach, the trolley with the cake on it licked clean.

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"You know you're not supposed to be here right?" Chris says through his mic as he stands on the stage for the Chris awards.

"I'm bored." I shrug as I sit next to Gwen, everyone else giving her the stink eye while they voted to kick someone off.

Are they gonna vote her off...

I peer at Gwen's device to see her pick Heather.

I mean, of course, I don't like her either.

"The votes are in! Duncan, Leshawna, DJ and Harold. Finally, tonights last gilded Chris Award goes to..."

Please pick Gwen, please pick Gwen!

"Heather!"

"No! Come on!" I slump back in my seat, absolutely furious that Gwen was being booted off but she pats my shoulder reassuringly. "DJ. Your award please." He hesitantly passes it to me and I yeet it across the set to hit Heather straight in the forehead before she could say shit to Gwen.

"Holy shit! You really did her in!" I hear Duncan burst out laughing behind me as Heather lays on the floor, unconscious. I sigh and get up, grabbing her award as I walk Gwen down the walk of shame.

"I can't believe you're going." I frown, passing the award to Gwen as she smiles at me.

"I had a feeling karma was going to get me anyway." She shrugs. "It's not like it will be the last time we get to see each other anyway."

"I hope so!" I pull Gwen in for a hug, squeezing her. "I promise you I'll get Heather off."

"I'm keeping you to it." Gwen grins at me as she take a step back.

"It was awesome having you on the team." Duncan walks over, doing his handshake with Gwen.

"You too man. I'll see you both later!" Gwen gets into the limo, standing up through the sunroof and waving goodbye to us as the limo drives off.

"Let's go sweetheart." Duncan wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me back to the trailers to get some sleep.

"Are we going to just leave her there?" DJ says as he points to Heather still knocked out cold on the stage.

"Yeah." I shrug, grabbing Duncans away and taking a bite of the chocolate.