Heather's POV

Usually I have trouble sleeping but last night when I dived into bed, I was out cold.

Glancing at the clock, I was shocked that it was 11:30 am. I never oversleep. I scrambled out of bed and scurried to the shower.

I tried not to take too long, and in less than 10 minutes, I was out. I dug in my bag to look for my usual outfit but I stopped.

A frown formed on my face as I turned around. The sun's rays fell on me, the sound of the waves rolling in and you could hear the faint sound of the seagulls squawking.

I can't wear what I usually wear. Today felt...different. It felt like something was going to happen. Something big. Butterflies were swarming in my stomach so I knew that it would be good.

Searching my bag again, I got out a knee length, sunset yellow sundress with sunflowers stitched on it. I reached out for my makeup kit but I stopped.

No, I won't put makeup. I'll go as myself today- my true self.

I let tied up hair loose and it fell on my shoulders. I put on my sandals and I walked to the full body length mirror.

I gasped as I peered at the reflection. The dress clung onto my waist like a torso but fell freely beyond my waist. My hair complimented my eyes since they are both black and I was glad I didn't need to emphasize them with the makeup. My hand rested on my hip and there was one thing clear in my mind.

I should be a model.

Satisfied with how I look, I went out to go for breakfast- or should I say brunch since it was nearly noon. Luckily for me, I wasn't the only one who was late.

Jose was seated on one end of the table, sipping some orange juice. There was no trace of my sister or Alejandro which surprised me- not Alejandro, Hilda. My sister Hilda is one of the people in this world who believe in beauty sleep, so at home the average time she would wake up was at 2 pm unless something came up like a photo shoot or something of the sort.

I joined Jose as I collapsed into a sit with a sigh. Jose gave me a small smile as he acknowledged my presence.

"Hello Heather," Jose greeted.

"Morning- wait," I glanced at my watch to see that it was 11:55 am. "Yes morning Jose,"

Jose chuckled and I joined in.

"You look very beautiful today," Jose complimented.

"Thanks," I said, attacking my stack of pancakes decorated with whipped cream and maple syrup trickling down them.

Yes I know I'm supposed to watch my carbs, especially at this show since Chris is treating us but I swear, I could hear those pancakes calling my name and I gave in to the temptation.

The mere sight of them made my mouth water and one bite just made me surrender. They were soft, not to soft though, and chewy. They tasted fantastic with the whipped cream and maple syrup, it was the perfect combination.

I didn't care about me not looking ladylike in front of Jose because these pancakes were to die for. Jose watched me, his eyes tinkling with amusement as he shook his head but his lips twitching.

"You are an interesting person Heather," Jose cocked an eyebrow, amusement crystal clear on his face.

"I know I am an interesting person," I replied cockily, after gulping my juice.

"You remind me of Alejandro," Jose's expression quickly changed. "Speaking of which, there is something I should tell you about him,"

That made me freeze in my tracks and my ears perk up, my mouth stuffed with a pancake.

I gulped down the delicious pancake.

"What?" I asked.

"Alejandro is-" Jose was cut off by a loud bullhorn.

I jumped off the seat, startled and covered my ears trying to block out the deafening sound.

"Good afternoon," Chris sang.

"Why the heck did you blow the bullhorn in my ear?! You scared the living daylight in me!" I yelled.

"Because I wouldn't have your attention if I came and said good afternoon," Chris replied.

"I am going to castrate you McLean!" I
shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Tell me something I don't know," Chris mumbled. "Anyways, follow me,"

"But I'm not done with breakfast," I complained.

"Do you want to get eliminated in this challenge?" Chris asked and began walking.

I looked at the half eaten stack of pancakes then glanced at Chris.

I compromised and grabbed the plate of pancakes and a fork with me as I scrambled behind Jose, who was laughing.

Chris craned his neck to see what was going on. His eyes moved from Hose to me then to my stack of pancakes and he began to chuckle softly.

"You're reminding me of Owen, Heather," Chris commented.

How dare he insult me? I would shot back an insult but I was too busy stuffing my face and my cheeks looked like a chipmunk's.

We entered the lounging room, where Geoff, Bridgette, Hilda and Alejandro were watching TV. Once Hilda saw me, her eyes widened like saucers and she wore a blank face.

"Heather! How many times do I have to tell you that out of all the nutrients carbs are hard to lose?" She scolded me and I rolled my eyes. "You're going to grow fat like you were before,"

That's when I slammed the fork down on my plate, causing everyone to turn to me.

When I was younger, I was overweight, not fat. But other people, especially Hilda, would tease and ridicule me about it. It was very painful and up to today I had not recovered from it.

If you have ever gone through what I went through, then you know how long and hard it was to lose those couple of pounds and gain a good figure.

Hilda struck a nerve there, and I let her know it but throwing my fork at her which landed above her head, on the cream painted wall.

Even though I wanted that fork to land on her face, I controlled myself.

Hilda became pale and held her breath. I smirked at her as she turned to look at me, after looking at the fork that nearly killed her.

Horror was clear on not only her face but also Geoff, Bridgette, Chris, Jose and Alejandro's, too.

"Remind me never to cross with Heather, again," Chris said and everyone nodded their heads very fast in unison.

"Okay, to today's challenge. Yes, I know you're on vacation since you won but this is a special challenge. Can anyone tell me the name of this show?" Chris asked.

"Total Drama," I snorted as if that was the most obvious question in the world, which it was since, hello, he created it.

"Right, and what is it know for?" Chris asked slowly as if he was talking to babies.

"Drama," Bridgette said in a "duh" tone.

"Exactly. Today's challenge will be based on that. You and your couple will perform a dramatic play which Chef, Hilda, Jose and I will judge and to make things interesting, we will be the ones picking who's going home tonight," Chris explained then grinned when he saw our horrified faces.

"What?!" Geoff, Bridgette, Alejandro, Jose, Hilda and I exclaimed simultaneously.

"Yup," Chris popped the letter "p". "Now get to it, the others have a head start because I told them earlier,"

Everyone got out of the door but I blocked Hilda.

"Eliminate me and once we reach home, I will ram down Dad's steak knife down your throat or better yet explain to teen magazine that being bold is all the rage," I threatened.

Hilda nodded abruptly before she went.

I smirked as I went to Alejandro who was still in the lounging room.

"So what do you want to do?" Alejandro asked, his eyes on me.

I racked my brains until light bulb lit in my head. "Let's be a couple,"

Alejandro tilted his head. "Aren't we already one? Or are you asking me out?"

My face flushed. "No, you idiot. I mean for our presentation. We should be a couple who are constantly fighting and insulting each other,"

"Why are you blushing then?"

"What?"

"You are blushing,"

"No I'm not. Have you been outside lately. It's like 100 degrees out there,"

"Fine, if you say so,"

"Did you even hear what I had said?"

"Said what?"

I gritted my teeth and my hands formed into fists. He wasn't listening the whole time?!

"I am just messing with you. I heard what you said," Alejandro threw back his head and let out a hearty laugh.

"Then what did I say?" I tried not to castrate him at the moment and let me tell you, that's not easy.

"That we should be a couple who constantly fight and insult each other which we are actually doing right now," Alejandro responded.

"Wait you're annoying me on purpose to practice for the stupid presentation?" My face flushed again, but now with anger boiling in my head.

However Alejandro took no notice of it. He smiled innocently at me and nodded.

"You. You! YOU!" This time I couldn't restrain myself from lunging at him.

But Alejandro was much stronger than I was. He caught my arms and carried me up high. I kicked his jaw with my right foot and he fell, still clutching onto me. I slapped his chest but he just smiled at my pathetic tries and began to tickle me.

That was a good move on his part because I was a very ticklish person. I began to laugh very hard and we switched positions; Alejandro was on top of me, while I was helplessly under him.

I know that sounds very wrong now that I think about it. Alejandro realized the position we were in and looked down at me. His eyes moved from my eyes to my lips and Alejandro then licked his lips.

I looked at his lips; they were very pink and so full. I could hear them calling out to me, begging me to kiss them. I imagined myself kissing Alejandro, which made my lips tingle.
I gazed at his eyes, which were boring into mine. They were tingling with amusement and something else. I couldn't put my finger to it.

I examined what he was wearing. He was wearing his usual clothes but his button for his shirt popped off and his chest was revealed to me, as well as a small bit of his abs. I really wanted him to take his shirt off so that I can feel his muscular and well built chest.

Stupid hormones.

Alejandro's eyes left mine and he began to observe me. His eyes stayed fixed at my dress and then my legs. He glanced at my brooch which was hanging over at my cleavage and his eyes lingered there.

I snapped out of it, and pushed the muscular guy off of me, while he landed with a thud.

"Let's get back to work," I huffed, straightening my dress.

"Okay," Alejandro scrambled onto his feet. "Let's imagine that we have come back from our work places and we begin to flirt with each other,"

I nodded. "Sure, let's start,"

I walked out of the lounging room and came back, putting on a tired face, as if I have had a long day.

"Hey sweetheart," Alejandro greeted and I had to control myself to shiver.

We were just acting, it's not as if we were dating or anything.

"Hi. How was your day?" I collapsed into the seat next to him, while he draped an arm on my shoulder, holding me close.

"Could have been better, what about you?" Alejandro began to rock us sideways.

"Boring, as usual,"

"Well it won't be boring anymore, now that I'm here,"

"What do you mean?"

Alejandro released his arm from my shoulder and made me lie flat on my back on the couch. He began to crawl to me sexily, like a predator does to a prey.

"Alejandro?" I asked, getting out of character, anxious of what he was about to do.

"Shh," Alejandro shushed me, as he was on top of me.

He lifted me up and made me sit on his lap, as he began to massage my back. I couldn't help but sigh. Alejandro's hands are very soothing and boy, does he know how to massage.

"Do you like that?" Alejandro purred into my ear.

"Mm hmm," I nodded.

Alejandro's hands slipped lower and my breath hitched. What the heck was he trying to do?

I heard my dress zip and I got up and turned around. Luckily, he didn't go too far so I zipped it back up.

"Just what are you trying to do?" I asked, yelling at him, not sure whether this was part of the act or not.

Alejandro jumped of the couch and held my shoulders.

"Don't worry. I just want you to relax," Alejandro answered.

"Okay," I mumbled.

Alejandro made me sit on his firm shoulders but repeated what he had done before.

"What the heck are you trying?" I yelled.

"I am trying to make you relax," Alejandro explained.

"Trying to get me to relax by taking all my clothes off?"

"Sweetheart-"

"Don't you sweetheart me! You tried to have it with me,"

"It has been 7 years! I cannot wait any longer,"

"I'm not ready. Just be patient,"

"I have been patient for 7 years. I am losing my patience,"

"I can't, alright? I want you to respect that,"

"Then why did you marry me?"

"I was forced to. I cannot marry a bastard such as yourself. I have high class,"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said,"

"I did not want to marry you either. I wanted your sister but no, I had to take you,"

"What?"

"You heard what I said. I cannot marry such an uptight woman,"

"I want a divorce,"

"Good. Now I can have your sister to myself,"

"My sister will never love you,"

"I beg to differ. Besides, I have slept with her everyday when you are in work,"

"What? Get out. And don't come back,"

"Gladly,"

Alejandro stomped out but he came back laughing, while I too was laughing my head off.

In fact, I laughed so hard that tears were running down my face and my stomach hurt.

We were going to ace this. The only person who would ruin it would be Hilda but I think I've gotten that taken care of.

I needed to breathe so I went outside to get some fresh air. Jose was outside, too and he came up to me.

"There you are. I need to finish what I said earlier on," Jose said.

"Go on," I gestured.

"Alejandro is in love with Hilda. He has been stalking her for the past year or so. He has a shrine dedicated to her. I know this because I went to his room to get my hair gel he had borrowed and I ran into it. Alejandro is only getting closer to you because of your relation to Hilda as family,"

"That's not true. Then why would he kiss me in World Tour?"

"He liked you by then but when you kick him. He got furious because he has never been turned down before, so he went to Hilda,"

"Why would you tell me this?"

"Because Heather, I care deeply about you and do not want you to get hurt,"

"But- this doesn't make sense at all. Why would he do that? I know Alejandro,"

"No you do not. Alejandro is not to be trusted. I care for you Heather, can't you see? I am in love with you and this is why I am telling you the truth,"

"You love me?"

Jose nodded, reached out his hand to hold mine and placed a kiss on it. "I have been in love with you when I first saw you. You could say it was love at first sight. I was scrolling through the channels on the TV at home with my friends when I landed on Total Drama and your face was zoomed in on. I remember how I choked on my taco that I was eating,"

He looked back at me with puppy dog eyes and I couldn't help but blush. Jose is so darn gorgeous, even I couldn't resist him.

The sun's light shone on his face, illuminating every single feature on his face, especially his lips. Jose was more muscular than Alejandro because his shirt was tight on him, exposing his muscles. He had a piercing on his ear and had tan skin just like Alejandro.

Jose smiled at me and walked away but turned around to wink at me while I stood there stunned, trying to absorb and process the information I was given.

A few hours later, when the competition was about to start in the auditorium, I went to get my coat since it was getting chilly. When I came back, I heard voices in the hallway and tiptoed to see who was that.

I saw a door open a crack and I peered through to see who was in there. I saw two people who were on top of each other and saw their lips moving but they weren't talking. That's when I realized that they were kissing.

I turned around and walked away when I stopped. Something was familiar about those two. I ran back quietly to identify them.

A girl with black hair wearing a blue tank top with black shorts. I saw someone wearing this outfit in the morning. But who?

That's when I saw the exact same brooch my mum had given me when I was 15 and realization slapped me hard in the face.

It was Hilda!

But who was she making out with? Probably Jose. Those two were dating before. Maybe they got back together? But what about what Jose told me earlier? But he was a Burromuerto and Burromuerto's are liars.

I turned to walk away when I saw Hilda and Jose roll over and the person was in my view.

I gasped as I saw who it was, my eyes widened like saucers, my face became pale, my throat had a big lump in it, my knees went shaky and my mouth formed an "o".

It wasn't Jose.

It was Alejandro.

What can I say? Once a Burromuerto, always a Burromuerto.

A/N: This and the next chapter is a very special chapter as you can see in the title Once a Burromuerto, always a Burromeurto. This is part 1 so if you would like to see part two, please press the little star.

I have a question for you guys: Should I do Alejandro's POV or Heather's POV? Please comment because I need to know this for the next chapter. Thanks for the views and happy reading!

Chris McLean and I cannot say anything to leave this chapter in suspense because I'm pretty sure it already is but to make things more dramatic-

To be continued....