Heather's outfit for the party is on the side/top (however you're reading this).

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Alejandro's POV

Seeing Heather made all sorts of emotions go through me.

I was relieved that she was here because her sister was driving me crazy! I was confused because she said she was not attending the party yet she is here. I was upset that she showed no emotion of my relationship with her sister--she just laughed at me and wished me luck.

Heather mumbled something under her breath as she picked up her clothes and stuffed them back into her bag.

"What are you doing here?" I breathed, snapping out of my thoughts.

"I don't know. Why would a girl be in a clothing store?" Heather replied sarcastically.

"I have no idea. Care to enlighten me?" I asked sarcastically, folding my arms.

"To buy clothes, why else would it be called a clothing store?" Heather answered, rolling her eyes.

"Wow, who would have known? I'm glad to have such a good friend to inform me on things like this," I said, heavy with sarcasm.

"We aren't friends, Alejandro," Heather shot.

"I thought you said you were not attending Owen's party," I changed the subject.

"I changed my mind. I figured that a party is what I need to take my mind off some things," Heather sighed.

"Why do you need a party when you have me to distract you?" I winked at her.

Heather did not even blush, not even a little. She just cocked an eyebrow at me.

"What are you trying, Burromuerto? You have a girlfriend,"

It was weird how my surname sounded from Heather's mouth. It rolled off her tongue so gently and comfortably. The way she said it, sounded so sexy.

"Yeah, well," I shrugged and shoved my hands into my pockets.

"Break up with her," Heather said immediately.

I blinked a couple of times to ensure that I was not dreaming.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"You heard me. Break up with her. You don't suit each other, you're not compatible for each other," Heather answered.

Heather had a point there, but I wanted to know why she wanted me to break up with Hilda.

"I will break up with her," I started and Heather began to exhale.

"That's great-"

"If you tell me why you want me to,"

Heather sighed for the umpteenth time and ran a hand through her black, silky hair.

"Because you're not good for each other," Heather said in a soft voice.

"Oh, so who's good for me?" I asked, a small smile making its way to my face.

"I don't know. I don't know your tastes but I do know this, she's not your match,"

"Are you Cupid now, saying who's perfect for who and who's not perfect for you?"

"No, but am I lying?"

"Unfortunately, no. You are right about that,"

A ringtone began to play and Heather removed her phone from her pocket and looked at the caller's ID.

"I've got to go. See you at the party," Heather grabbed her bag and slid the answer button, balancing the phone on her ear as she scurried out of the store.

My smile was still visible on my face and as a thought came to my mind, it began to expand.

Heather is attending the party.

****

"Alejandro? I'm done!" Hilda announced a few hours later.

"Finally. I could have sworn a whole millennium passed by," I muttered.

You could hear the sound of Hilda's heels as she made her way down the stairs. She was in a purple, silky dress which was above her knees but not too short. It clung onto her and gave her a curvy figure. It was open at the chest area which exposed her cleavage--which I wasn't complaining, I mean, finally I have a distraction while she is ranting about something. She held a small, black clutch purse which matched with her black wedges. Her hair was let down and the soft curls travelled to her back.

I would be lying if I said she was not beautiful.

What was I wearing?

I decided not to go over the top by wearing a suit and tie or tuxedo. Too formal. I was in a black leather jacket with a white t-shirt full of graffiti and black ripped jeans. I wore black boots to go with the whole look and tied my hair to a ponytail. I added sunglasses to accessorize and my necklace my mother had given me.

I linked my arm with Hilda as we walked out, inhaling some of her Victoria Secret perfume and a sneak peak of her cleavage.

"Hurry up! We can't be late! Me like to party!" Hilda said as I opened the door for her.

I muttered something in Spanish which apparently, my mother would have slapped me right there and then.

I put the destination on the GPS before we drove off to the party. As I tuned out what Hilda was saying, I wondered what Heather would wear.

I am very happy she changed her mind and decided to come. Again, my imagination took over and I imagined her in a very, very short dress, grinding on me.

A boy can dream.

Maybe my dream can become a reality.

As I pulled up on the front yard, I was stunned to see so many cars lined up and down on the street and music blasting out of the house. People were partying outside and had parked on the lawn.

Even before I parked the car, Hilda jumped out of the car, squealing and sprinted to the house in her wedges.

I commend her on her speed on such high shoes.

I parked the car at the end of the street, adjusted my jacket and pulled out my phone.

It was 8 pm. I sighed. With the way Hilda was acting, we will leave at 3 in the morning.

I am not going to stay for that long--she is going to get a ride from someone.

As I walked in, the smell of alcohol hit my face and I scrunched up my face. There was also sweat since people were grinding on the floor. A few people looked up to see me and I gave them my dashing grin.

As expected, a herd of girls nearly ran me over.

"Hey, are you new here?"

"I'm Alicia. Wanna dance?"

"What's your name?"

I snaked my arm around two girls' waist as I walked over to get something to drink. I got some punch since I did not feel like drinking.

As stupid as this sounds, I do not drink. The body is a temple and I intend to keep it that way. Alcohol only messes it up.

I pulled a girl to the dance floor and we began to grind on each other. She was an average dancer. Not many assets, but she does have big breasts and that can easily win me over.

After that, I realized a circle formed around us and I spotted Duncan and Courtney grinding on each other. Courtney was in a short, black pencil dress which I could tell Duncan enjoyed greatly.

As if he could feel me watching him, Duncan turned his head and grinned at me while nodded at Courtney. He bit his lip victoriously and turned his attention back to the brunette.

I turned my attention back to the people who were chanting my name. I moved away from the girl with the big breasts and I began to unleash my amazing dance moves on the floor.

Everyone cheered as I danced. I could feel the sweat going down my back and the air very thick because the house was flooded with so many people but I still enjoyed myself.

At a point, I stopped to get more punch since all that dancing made me very thirsty.

As I walked out of the circle and to the table, I saw Tyler and Lindsay who were waving at me and I gave them a little wave back.

I reached the table and I sighed, running my hand through my hair.

"Too much dancing, pretty boy?" A voice said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

And there was the person I had been looking for the whole time. In a short, long-sleeved, black dress covering part of her thighs, exposing a small part of her back and forming a cross and in white sneaker wedges was Heather. Her long black hair was let loose, straightened and was hang above her waist. She wore light make-up and one thing I noticed right of the bat was that her entire outfit was black apart from her shoes and those very delectable, tempting lips .

If I said Hilda was beautiful, then Heather was absolutely, positively,
without-a-doubt very gorgeous.

"You think I'm pretty?" I asked, after I stopped gawking at her.

"Believe what you want," Heather served herself a cup of punch.

"You came. You actually came," I breathed.

"No, that's why I'm here," Heather drawled.

"Cute," I served myself a cup of punch and gulped the whole thing down.

"Boy, were you thirsty," Heather commented.

"Only for you," I winked at her.

"Cute. Don't you have a girlfriend? Did you break up with her?" Heather tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I forgot," I mentally slapped myself for forgetting that. "I will be right back, mum,"

I pushed through the crowds looking for Hilda. I found her, alright, found her with her tongue down a blonde boy's throat.

"Hilda," I yelled over the loud music. "We are done! I am breaking up with you!"

"Whatever," She replied, still kissing the blonde.

Well, that was easy.

I went back to the table to see Heather gone. A loud cheer erupted and I saw Heather in the middle of the dance floor, shaking her butt off.

At that moment, I was not in control of my mind anymore. That dress wanted to rip, I could tell with the way she was shaking it.

Well, it was not the only one who wanted it to rip.

Immediately, my fantasies took over and my tongue began to lick my lips.

"Alejandro, calm down dude!" Duncan said from behind me.

Duncan took one glance at Heather and his eyes were as wide as saucers. "Do me a solid bro, and give me Heather's number,"

I smiled at his remark and made my way to the dance floor, challenging her. I pretended to be a girl and grabbed my hair, and make my hips thrust while I had a weird expression on my face while everyone roared in laughter, especially Chris.

Heather grabbed my arm and we began to dance together, in perfect synchronization. The circle had dismantled so it was only me and her.

"You would make a good girl," Heather said.

"Thank you. I do have everything a girl should have," I replied.

Heather snorted. "Ha, I think you need to get your eyes checked,"

The music began to get fast and rhythmic. I grabbed Heather, turned her around and believe it or not, we began to grind.

As we went lower and lower, my hormones went off the charts because under that dress was one big butt which was dancing a few moments ago.

Heather had a good body, no lie, but the fact that it was on me made me think some PG 16 things.

I'm a 17 year old, you cannot blame me.

"I broke up with Hilda," I whispered to Heather's ear.

"Good," Was all she said.

Heather got tired after that and stopped. "I'm going outside. Want to come?"

"Yes. I need some fresh air," I agreed, walking beside her.

"It's not fresh since you keep opening your nasty mouth," Heather shot.

"The same mouth that you kissed?" I shot back.

"I was being simply strategic," Heather argued as we got out.

"So you keep insisting," I rolled my eyes, taking in that cold, refreshing air.

"Can you quit it already? I thought we were over that,"

"No. I will not,"

"Why?"

"Because I know you wanted to kiss me. You were just to scared to try,"

"Ha! That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard,"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really. I was being strategic. I want to make this clear for your thick skilled brain. I don't like anyone in Total Drama, especially you because you are so annoying, so self absorbed, so stupid-"

I cut her off by pressing my lips onto hers. I cannot stand it any longer. Her lips were just right in front of me just moving, as if they wanted me to kiss them so I gave in.

I tasted her sweet, strawberry lips which made me want her more. I gripped her by her waist and she just stood there, stunned by what had happened.

Heather had to see this coming--she was in a short dress and looked very, very attractive tonight. She cannot expect me to just dance with her and leave, just like that.

Speaking of which, Heather pulled back immediately. "Hey! You do not kiss me when I'm in the middle of something,"

I sighed. Well, I tried.

I opened my mouth for an apology but Heather cut me off.

"The least you could do is let me finish then kiss me," Heather left me completely baffled at her words.

And she surprised me even more by pulling me closer to her, smirked in the moonlight, her eyes gleaming with excitement and amusement as she pressed her lips onto mine.

Next up, Heather's POV!

"Holy crap, Chef! They actually kissed. As in K-I-S-S-E-D! Why are you waving at me like that?Oh wait, we're live?! *Turns around* Oops. Anyways, like I was telling Chef, they kissed?! Gasp, I know. Want to know more? Then, tune into Total Drama Reloaded for more and make sure to give good ratings (aka votes) for more of the action. Anyways, that's it for me. Chris McLean, out,"