Alejandro's POV

Since we had pranked Chris earlier on and we were successful, we decided to have a "small gathering".

Of course you know what we meant.

We are typical teenagers.

The auditorium was converted into a huge dance floor with a huge disco ball.

The DJ for the night was not DJ even though he is born for that job. It was Chef.

Everyone changed into something more comfortable. And by comfortable, well, for the girls I must say, it meant something so short, you can see everything.

And I mean everything.

I would not mind seeing Heather in something like that because I am a huge pervert.

Normally, I would be ashamed of saying that it runs in the family (because it does) but I see it as seeing the things from an interesting, different angle.

When people see a pencil, I think of a....all the perverts out there, fill in the gap. I think of a dick.

When people see a ball (tennis ball for example), I think, well, balls. But if its like a basketball, I think of breasts.

See?

More interesting!

Where was I, you ask?

I was casually leaning on the wall, far away from the deafening music blaring out of those gigantic speakers, where it was dark and shadowy, while I drank a cup of punch.

Come to think of it, punch has a very sweet and tangy taste. Not burning hot and bitter.

I put the glass down.

Someone definitely spiked the drinks.

I know that I am usually seen around Heather. Well, after dinner, we just sat on the island, watching the waves and we talked a bit.

It was just a normal conversation about what we would do once the show is through and whether we will go to university or not.

That is not a conversation I would usually have with Heather. I feel as if I am losing her.

I know Heather likes me. I knew it from the start.

Well, before we were rivals and she hated me as I did for her, because she was the first girl I had met who had game, and I mean game.

She knew what I was doing and no girl ever knew what I was doing.

So of course I would have to take interest in her.

But our hatred formed into one bond like no other. It cannot be destroyed by anyone, but only grows stronger. Where one would not care about anything or anyone around them but focus on the person or thing that occupies his/her mind 24/7. Every day. Every night. Every minute. Every second. Every hour.

And that, mi amigos, is called love.

But I feel like I am losing Heather because our conversations were always natural and occasionally humorous but today's just felt forced.

****

"Campers! Get up right now and meet me in the bonfire for today's challenge! No time for breakfast. Not after what you little runts did to me. You have 5 minutes," Came Chris' loud voice through the speaker.

The boys in the dorms groaned.

Personally, that did not affect me in any way. I was still stuffed from last night so I was all set for today.

I slipped into my clothes and was the first one to walk out the door.

The cool air ran through my neatly gelled-into-place hair which irritated me because I hated it when that happened.

Annoyed, I huffed down to the bonfire area while I ran my fingers through my hair until I was satisfied.

I went and sat patiently, waiting for the other contestants to come.

"Chris, come on," Gwen groaned. "Can't you take one little prank?"

"Not to mention that you prank us all the time yet we don't do anything," Heather grumbled.

"I'm so hungry," Lindsay whined.

"Pipe down. I can't leave you hungry. Unfortunately, my contract won't allow it. Go serve your breakfast here," Chris gestured to the buffet. That was not there a second ago. "And come back to eat it here while I tell you today's challenge,"

10 minutes later, everyone had gotten something to eat. Even though I was stuffed, I had to take something for my energy because I knew I would not eat for the rest of the day until dinner, so I took an apple and water.

"What's up with your outfit?" Courtney mused.

I scanned what Chris was wearing. He had a red burette on his combed black hair, wearing designer glasses, a black scarf around his neck which made no sense because it was like 100 degrees out here, a grey jacket which was unbuttoned to reveal a white shirt, black pants which he had casually put his hands in the pockets and black sneakers.

I could have sworn he was not wearing that a second ago.

I must be sleep deprived.

"SQUEEE!" Lindsay squealed. "It has to do with our challenge! We are doing fashion!"

"Exact-a-manga," Chris agreed.

"Oh brother," Jo rolled her eyes.

"Oh no," Sky agreed.

"Oh yes," Chris snickered. "Today's challenge will involve you and your partner to make outfits because we are having a fashion show-"Chris was cut off by Lindsay's and Sugar's obnoxious squealing.

"Shut up," Heather snapped and they whimpered like puppies while Heather smirked in response, obviously satisfied.

"Thank you Heather," Chris acknowledged. "But here's the twist, you'll make for each other,"

"What?" Courtney roared. "Why can't we make our own because I know Duncan's going to make me a underwear to model in,"

"Actually, I hadn't thought about that. Thanks for the suggestion, babe," Duncan snickered.

"To make things interesting, Courtney. And because I said so," Chris said in a childish manner.

"Well, I'm not doing it. I agree with Courtney. You can tell what trouble I'm going to be in by just looking at Alejandro's smirk," Heather casted me a glance.

Oh, I was smiling? I had not noticed.

But now that she has pointed it out, my cheeks began to ache from smiling.

"Then don't do it. Be eliminated. Not my problem. The yacht's waiting for you," Chris told her.

Heather and Courtney groaned in anger.

"Fine," They huffed.

"The fabric is in the supply closet, next to the girls' room. You have exactly 2 hours to make the outfits. The judges will be Chef, my girlfriend and moi. Now go," Chris blew a trumpet as we dashed to the supply closet.

****

I was in the tailoring room where I was making Heather an outfit.

I really wanted to make her a birthday suit. I really wanted to. But the parts exposed would be censored and I am not that kind of guy, even though, as I said before, I am a huge pervert.

Heather would make an excellent model. You can see it in the way she sashays and moves her hips.

I decided to make her a swimsuit model. Here is the reason why:

It is summer! And what do you do when it is summer? You go out and what is the first thing that comes to mind? Swimming!

I rest my case.

I made it black because it would match with her personality and her mysterious black eyes.

No, that would be stealing Duncan's idea.

I ripped the costume into shreds and thought about what she could wear.

I thought of her wearing something Indian, like a sari.

It would emphasize on her hips when she struts down the catwalk. It would be red because that is my favorite color, also hers. I went to the supply closet for more fabric.

"You better not make me naked on that stage," A voice said behind me.

I picked up my fabric and turned around.

"No, that would be stealing Duncan's idea, even though it is tempting," I answered.

Heather crossed her arms.

Bad idea Heather.

You know what Heather usually wear? That shirt she always wears? Well, when she crosses her arms, she is making her bust even more visible to me.

And since I have a corrupted mind, my thoughts became a whole lot more interesting.

"Umm Heather?" I tried to fight a smile.

"What?" She asked, confused at why I was rubbing my neck nervously.

"When you cross your arms, your boobs are become bigger," I laughed at how pale she became.

She dropped her hands to her sides immediately, while I walked off, collapsing with laughter.

****

At last, I was done making her a red sari and even the thing Indians put on the forehead. That red spot.

I got for her so much gold jewelry to match with the theme.

Indians know how to accessorize. And move their hips, so Heather will not have a hard time adjusting.

"Contestants, time is up!" Chris' voice announced through the speakers just as I was adding the finishing touch.
"Give your partner the costumes you designed. You have 10 minutes. Meet Chef, my girlfriend and I out at the front, next to the dock,"

I neatly folded my outfit and put the jewelry at the top as I searched for Heather.

"Alejandro, there you are," Heather said, with my outfit in her hands, also folded. "Here,"

We exchanged outfits and rushed off to change.

As I unfolded the clothes, I saw Heather gave me a black well-fitted suit but with a whip and without a shirt.

What?

As I put on the outfit, realization dawned on to me and a grin made its way to my face.

Heather turned me, Alejandro Burromuerto into Christian Grey.

I wondered where she could have gotten a whip, though. But I did not ponder over it for so long because with Heather, everything is so mysterious.

"Time's up! Meet us in your outfits!" Chef hollered through the megaphone.

I made sure to oil my chest, to attract attention, and hopefully, to woo Chris' girlfriend.

That must be why Heather made me this. To win over the girlfriend, who Chris is crazy about and they would vote the same thing.

Clever girl.

I followed the other boys backstage as I scanned for Heather.

Where is she?

To win Chris and Chef over, she needs to me sensual by moving her hips. And since she is wearing a sari, that would not be a challenge for her.

I finally spotted her, facing a dressing mirror, applying make up. I gasped at how gorgeous she looked.

I had split the outfit into half. The top half was like a tank top but exposed her belly button and her abdomen. The bottom half were pants that were small around her waist but would become bigger and they were red as well. Heather had her hair tied up into a bun and a thin veil which reached her lower back.

Heather must have seen me through the reflection because she gasped and span around to face me.

We were basically gawking at each other.

Well, technically, my eyes were on her chest while her eyes were on my chest but neither of us made cocky remarks.

"You look gorgeous,"

"You look amazing,"

We laughed because we complemented each other at the same time.

"Come on," Heather tugged on my arm and we jogged to join the rest.

Her jewelry were jingling up and down making a little noise.

"First up," Chris announced. "The girls, after all I am a ladies man, isn't that right Bethany,"

A lady seated beside him, grinned and blushed while nodding.

"I will go in alphabetical order," Chris informed. "Bridgette,"

Bridgette went walked down the catwalk, in a blue, knee length summer dress with wedges.

"So Geoff? Why'd you design this?" Chris asked.

"Well, it's summer, bro. So a dress would be suited for the occasion and I know Bridgette's favorite color is blue," Geoff replied.

"Chef?" Chris said.

Chef held up a 7.

"Bethany?" Chris said, in a lovey dovey voice.

Bethany held up a 7, too.

Chris also held up a 7.

"So Bridgette, you have 21 points out of 30. Good. Courtney," Chris called.

Courtney paraded down the catwalk in a long purple dress with stilettos.

"Duncan, I thought we agreed on underwear. Why'd you design this?" Chris asked.

"Well, Courtney is a sophisticated girl so why not wear a long dress? Purple is her favorite color, by the way," Duncan answered.

Chef held up a 6.

Bethany held up a 5.

"5? Why?" Courtney cried.

"No one wears long dresses anymore, sister," Bethany responded.

Chris held up a 5.

Courtney's mouth formed an O and she looked confused.

"Got to go with Bethany," Chris shrugged. "This isn't the Oscars. Total score 16 out of 30. Not bad but not good either,"

Courtney got on her knees, removed one of her stilettos and aimed at Chris, who ducked under the table. Courtney growled and stomped off the catwalk.

"Gwen," Chris called.

I realized Heather would be next.

"Listen, I want you to move your hips like the Indians do to win over Chris because apparently, he is always siding with Bethany," I whispered to her.

Heather nodded. "You do something sensual too. Wink at her and bite your lip so that she can see your jaw line,"

"Heather," Chris said.

Heather sashayed and she struck a few poses. She then did moved her hips left and right while going down then back up, leaving Chris gawking and Bethany glaring.

"Alejandro, why did you make this?" Chef asked because Chris was too busy staring.

"Heather knows how to move her hips and looks great in a sari," I shrugged.

Chef held up an 8.

Bethany held up a 5, obviously jealous that Heather had bewitched Chris with her hips.

Nevertheless, Chris held up a 10.

"Total score of 23 out of 30," Chris announced. "Izzy,"

Heather grinned victoriously and stuck her tongue out to Bethany who was fuming.

She came back and gave me a high five.

"Great job," I said.

"Yeah. Now it's all up to you," Heather grinned.

Heather rarely grinned, but when she did, it lit up her face and made her more attractive.

I draped my arm on her as we watched the remaining girls model for the three.

"Okay, time for the boys," Bethany said, glaring at Heather and Lindsay.

Of course Lindsay would win Chris over. Lindsay, according to Chris, is the most prettiest girl in Total Drama.

Internally, I disagreed with that statement.

"Alejandro," She read my name from the list.

I calmly walked on the catwalk, avoiding eye contact with anyone. I struck a few poses with my whip, whipping the air, then proceeded to grin at Bethany who was gawking at me, walk down to where she was seated, took her hand and kissed it. I walked back up and then winked at her.

"Heather, why the heck would you design this?" Chris asked, angered, looking at love-struck Bethany.

"Because the one asset Alejandro has is his chest because he is muscular so why not give it the spotlight," Heather answered.

Chef held up a 9.

Bethany held up a 10.

Chris was angered and held up a 4.

"Total score, 23 out of 30?!" Chris was flabbergasted. "Cameron!"

I walked back to Heather who was in laughter. Her laughter was contagious that I could not help but join in.

"Great work, Alejandro. We are bound to stay for sure," Heather said.

"At least they cannot vote us out. Only the audience can," I pointed out.

We waited as the other boys were called.

"Okay, all the couples to make way to the stage," Chef said.

I snaked my hand around Heather's waist while Heather put her hand around my waist.

"The couples are," Chef cleared his throat. "Alejandro and Heather,"

We made our way to the stage.

"Wait, she's with him?!" Bethany pointed at Heather, while she slammed her hands down the table, angrily. "Unbelievable,"

"Cameron and Jo. Dave and Sky. Duncan and Courtney. Geoff and Bridgette. Mike and Zoe. Owen and Izzy. Scott and Sugar. Shawn and Jasmine. Trent and Gwen. Tyler and Lindsay,"

"Well, at least he isn't that hot," Bethany huffed when she saw Lindsay.

"Hey!" Tyler said angrily.

"So the couples leaving tonight are-" Chris was cut off.

"Do they have to be couples? Why not individuals?" Bethany whined.

"Because that's how the game is, Bethany," Chris answered. "The couples leaving tonight are Sky and Dave, Jo and Cameron, Jasmine and Shawn,"

"I thought it was two couples," Mike said.

"Well, I'm upset and if you don't shut your trap, it'll be four couples," Chris snapped.

"I understand them but why am I being eliminated?" Jo asked.

"Yeah, why can't it be her?" Bethany pointed at Heather.

"Because you and Cameron didn't make an outfit. Izzy and Owen just switched clothes and they are still here," Chris answered.

I turned to see Owen in Izzy's usual outfit and Izzy in Owen's usual outfit.

"Babe, lets do individuals, just for today. Please?" Bethany purred, stroking Chris' arm lightly.

Chris swatted Bethany's arm away. "No and we are through,"

Chris stood up and left abruptly with Bethany behind him, whining. Chef had escorted the eliminated contestants to the yacht.

"Wait. So who wins?" Gwen asked.

Everyone looked at Chris who was long gone now and shrugged.

"I guess no one," Zoe said.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm starving. Anyone want to go for dinner?" Owen asked.

"Yeah," Everyone mumbled and we went to eat dinner.

I went to use the bathroom first but I got cornered by Bethany.

"Hey, um, Alejandro is it?" Bethany batted her eyes.

Oh great.

"Can I help you?" I snapped, getting irritated because I needed to pee.

Bethany blinked at the cold tone but began to twirl her hair. "I was thinking that we should hangout sometime, like after the show is done and all,"

"Sorry, but I got a girlfriend," I lied as I walked past her.

"That hoe, Heather? Please, you could do so much better," Bethany snorted behind me.

That made me stop in my tracks.

Bitch mode activated.

"So you think you are much better than her?" I turned around.

"I don't think. I know, hon," Bethany came closer and began to slide down her fingers on my bare chest.

I grabbed her fingers and began to squeeze them. "Well, news flash, hon, you aren't. You are so hideous that even I couldn't bang you even if I was paid the million dollars right now. And what are these-" I grabbed her breasts. "Plastic? Well so are you, bitch,"

I let go of her hand that was turning purple. I started to walk but the whip in my hand wanted to hit her prissy little ass so I had to hit her a few times.

As she rubbed her butt, I walked towards the bathroom and opened the door.

I gasped in horror as I saw who was inside and immediately, my pee vanished and was replaced with anger.

Duncan was kissing my Heather.

And my heart ached in pain because Heather did not even bother to stop it or push Duncan away.