𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 TWO

❝ 𝐁O𝐘𝐒 𝐖I𝐋L 𝐁E 𝐁O𝐘S ❞

TRIGGER WARNINGS || SEXUAL INNUENDOS, MENTION OF DRUGS

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THE WARM light dimmed the private dining room where the contestants dined at. Every competition the members would celebrate with a formal dinner. The sound of soft piano music in the back was muffled by the sound of banging forks and chewing. "Please pass me the bread roll," Faith asked with a whisper as she rested her fork on the table, Tilly handed the tender bread roll towards her with a moutful of potatoes.

"What type of games do you guys think will be hosted?" Reuben tilted his head as he clicked his tongue, sitting besides Noah who failed to cut the chicken in half. "I hope they're like- fun not brain ones!" Faith grinned toothily as a sparkle shinned in her amused eyes, immediately killed off when Brady scoffed in a cocky manner. "Yeah, so then boys like me can crush you?"

Faith lifted up the bread roll with a subtle smile, "look, the stick is longer than your dick!' Brady's nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw. "Don't even because your-"

"Hush we're eating," Victoria glared at him as he clamped his mouth shut- sucking in a sharp breath that strung his lips together. Victoria glanced at Faith with a hidden smirk, a nod of approval came from her.

"Noah," Jules spoke towards the dazed boy whose head immediately lifted. "Ya-Yes?" He cleared his musky throat with a voice crack, groaning softly when Reuben kicked his ankle with a quiet laugh. Jules raised a skeptical eyebrow before letting a huff escape her glossed lips, "pass the napkins please."

Noah's shaky hands traveled towards the stack of bumpy napkins, handing then towards Jules who thanked him with a slight nod. His heart drummed against his ribs heavily as dinner continued. His eyes almost studied her, the way she politely cut her steak. The way her pink lips enveloped around the fork, or how her nose scrunched with every gulp of food.

Vincent gagged slightly when he felt the taste of a onion melt onto his tongue, Jordan eyed him with his nose scrunched. "What?" He snapped, jaw clenched.
Vince gagged as the table went silent with shared looks, his tongue slipped out the slimy onion that fell from his tongue and onto the plate; the sound of 'ew's and groans echoed.

"Gross, couldn't you have just swallowed that, dude?" Jordan gulped as he pushed the plate away, Vince shrugged as he rubbed the napkin against his tongue.
"Nuh uh. Tastes like granny cooch!"

"Since when have you tried some granny pussy?" Jordan scoffed with a toothy smirk, Tilly glanced at Faith with a scrunched nose. Brady laughed, "ever heard of gilfs?"

Victoria eyed the loaf of toast in the middle of the table, the toast let out a gleam of smoke from the heat- the edges melted on the plate as it seemed to taste blissfully. Jordan found the same plate, eyes locking with a tinge of competition; the two immediately reached for the toast abruptly. "Let go stupid!" Jordan groaned as he reached over the table, holding on the toast that began to tear. "You first!"

Victoria scoffed as her nails dug into the toast, Jules eyed the situation in amusement as Tilly's chuckled was muffled with muffins. "Jordan, look-it's a joint!"

Vince joked as he pointed behind Jordan, whose head immediately turned; Victoria took advantage and snatched the toast. "Oh my God," Jordan huffed as he sat back down, glaring at Vince who winked at Jordan in a playfully manner- only failing to wink by closing both eyes.

"She already eats enough," Brady snarkily whispered to Noah who shifted in his chair, side eyeing him before looking back down at his food.

"So...we're all playing fair- right? No cheating." Jules glanced around the table, raising a brow. They all exchanged looks, "obviously no cheating we'd get eliminated." Luka scoffed with his eyes following Jules's every movements. Vince shrugged, "any predictions of the games?"

"Rock climbing."

"Puzzles." Tilly lifted a finger with a smile, lips stained with cherry soda.

"Dress up!" Faith gave them jazz hands as Vince nodded, "I wish."

"Food competitions!"

"Who won last year?" Reuben furrowed his brows, his fork scraping against the metal of the plate. "Girls," Victoria gave him a wink, "always of course."

"Knock it off," Jordan snapped at Victoria across the table who tilted her head. "Why so salty? Is it the steak?" She teased with a mocking smile at Jordan who leaned back on his chair. "Why so mouthy, is that the only thing your mouth does?"
"You wish you c-"

"Stop it!" Luka snapped, "God..."

Jules held a hand over her mouth as she giggled, locking soft eyes with Noah who snorted.

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"I think our competition this year is too good for our team." Tilly whispered softly as her voice slightly quivered. Her eyes slouched in dread as she leaned against her headboard. Faith frowned slightly as she licked her strawberry lollipop, "don't say that- we gotta be positive!"

"Plus they're just boys," Jules chuckled as she removed her makeup with the wipe, sliding it across her skin. "They're stupid and weird. They were talking about granny pussy."

"That blondie was definitely eyeing you, Jules." Tilly chuckled as she carefully colored, the pink crayon outlining the drawing. Jules gasped, blinking; "absolutely not!"

"Absolutely yes!" Faith bumped her hip against Jules's as Victoria took out her bag. "Guys, what if we loose?" Tilly frowned at the upsetting thought as her crayon dug further into the page. "We won't," Victoria responded with a smirk as she sat on her bed, clicking her tongue. "It's not like they're that much competition."

Tules gave Till a thumbs up. "as long as my glam isn't interrupted- I don't care." She muttered as Faith hopped onto her bed with a smile.

Victoria glanced at them, folding her clothes. "We are winning, no bullshitting."

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"We gotta win that stupid trophy or I'm gonna kill everyone," Jordan sat on the top bunk, his legs swinging as he carved his initials on the roof- the wood scraping into the symbol. Reuben clapped his hands, "agreed- I'm a very reliable person so...I'm here to help..not kill people." He glanced at Jordan.

Vince slipped some socks on as he shrugged, "is the competition even that important?" He sighed deeply, flicking a smile onto his face. "Besides, it's not that deep and the girls are scary."

"We gotta beat them," Jordan chuckled, "and Victoria too-she wins every single time." He cursed under his breath as he dusted off the carving, now as clear as dawn on the roof. "But mainly just the girls."

"We should train to Andrew Tate videos," Brady suggested as he snorted slightly, setting his toothbrush down. Noah eyed him with a scrunched nose as Vince laughed but stopped abruptly; "gross."

Reuben yawned as he covered his mouth, "don't worry, we got this, plus we have a really good team this time." He stretched his arms, eyes closed as Noah dusted off his shoes.

"I wanna see the look on their stupid faces once they loose," Jordan chuckled with a snarky expression as Vince rolled his eyes. "Imagine how pissed they'd be!" He punched his pillow to get it comfortable enough to even be by.

"Or how sad they'd be-"

"Shut up!" Brady snapped at Noah who threw his hands up, catching the football thrown at him out of nowhere.

"We have to train at the ass-crack of dawn." Jordan commented as Noah nodded in agreement.
"But this is not even that important to-"
"Shut up!" Noah glared at Vince who gave him an annoyed expression as Reuben groaned.

"We can't possibly expect to win if we're always against each-other!" He teased as he shoved Vince in a teasing manner; pointing towards Noah. "You kinda have to tone it down."

He then nodded towards Jordan, "and you...have to be more...less junkie than usual." "Watch it," Jordan scoffed with a slight smirk as Reuben chuckled.
"And you, be...more tough," he patted Noah's shoulder who blinked with a puzzled expression.

"And you, don't change." Reuben pointed a firm finger at Vince who winked playfully.

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AUTHORS NOTE
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