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Fragmented Romance	By : Destroyahirismix666 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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-Episode 4-Dodgebrawl-
By the time the sleep-a-thon was over, only one contestant stood out on each team. Duncan and Gwen were the two most tired people on the Island. However they were staying awake right now was a good question.
Heather's strategy had played out wonderfully. Eva was eliminated, and she had single-handedly deleted the opposing team's most powerful player. Now as they began to prepare for their next challenge, she begin to figure out how to undermine her teammates to her advantage. A 3 against 8 person vote would be ill-fated, but if she could coax others to vote with her, that was perfection. As her teammates all lined up to sit down for their brunch she eyed her team members. Her eyes seemingly snagged on Lindsey for a split second longer then they should have, but that detail was lost in her strategic planning. She was aiming to be victorious, and she was already getting important vibes that she was a threat after the incident where Courtney tried to nail her with Chef's oatmeal, hitting gothie instead.
While several enemies had shown their ugly faces, LeShawnna, Gwen, and Trent, the others still seemed mostly open. Chubbo-ginormous was easy to sway. A piece of food stuffed here and there, and he'd provide the extra vote that she would need to get moving onward. Still, 4 to 7 weren't favorable odds. She scanned her loser teammates once more, thinking to herself intently as she started staring off. It wasn't that long until she was following, or rather leading, everyone else toward the court that would be hosting their next challenge. She had no clue that it would end up being their first loss at the time, but irregardless, she was determined to find and manipulate the other team again if she could.
Lindsey, on the other hand, was having a fine time. The incidents from the previous challenge were in her head, but had already been locked away in favor of an interesting guy she had locked her eyes onto since first arriving. As she took a seat in the bleachers not long after Noah called on them also, she noticed him as he stepped onto the court.
Tyler established eye-contact, wagging his eyebrows briefly. Her heart fluttered like she had only experienced once before…when she had kissed her alliance member. Her limited mind fell back onto that incident, replaying the scene in her head. She looked down at her right hand, closing and opening it as she recalled the sparks that flew between them when they gripped hands.
Yet even her bubbly personality showed itself again, discarding her brief thoughts of the last challenge and she began looking at the game that was played out. "Throwing balls. Gee, another mentally challenging test."
"I know, right?" Was my response to Noah. How could it not be? But yet Tyler was doing pretty good. He was such a master at throwing balls! He was hitting everyone on the opposing team. That was, Her opposing team, or his same team. The unlucky jock nailed Courtney while she was calling shots, hit Chef in the groin, and even took out himself with a wild spinning shot. Her team was going to win thanks to him! After the elimination ceremony, she'd have to thank him first hand. But thank him for what?
"Oh, you're going down! We're gonna bring the dinner to the table, and then we're gonna eat it!"
As it continued on she gasped like all the others did when Cody took a shot in the groin for Gwen. It had to have hurt, right? She threw a glance at Beth, who had her hand clasped over her mouth, and then at Heather, who was merely numb to that entire incident. As the Asian antagonist hurled another ball, she took special attention to her hands. Again a memory occurred, and she looked down at her waistline. The dream had her hands on her own hips, spreading them apart while her tongue was stroking her labia major. But even that seemed to be little more then a fuzzy memory.
"Tyler! You are a total waste of talent!" Courtney screeched at the male wearing the red jumpsuit apparatus. "You're hitting everything and everyone EXCEPT the opposing team!" He tossed the ball to her and walked off the court, being replaced now with Geoff. Only as soon as he got on, Owen nailed him in the hat, and took him out right afterwards with a second shot.
But like she had earlier, the two established eye-contact, and he brightened up. He walked up to her, smiling very politely. "Do you want to go for a walk?"
Have to say no. Have to say no. "Okay!" He clasped her hand in his, and the two walked out.
One could say that Heather was a dodge ball throwing goddess. She took out Harold, Geoff, and Courtney all in one shot. Only Owen seemed to have what it took to match her skills. She wished SOOO badly that Lindsey had seen that.
Wait, why? What did it matter that the dumb blonde, all breasts and no brains saw. She looked over to where she had been, only to see her missing. Ugh! That loser jock! She would just have to take care of him herself! He would destroy all of her plans! Storming out of the building no one noticed as another teammate took her place.
Oh dear me, oh Dear my. Under the dock of shame, just where the water would touch their feet, MY alliance member and her loser boyfriend were sitting, talking, and she was inching closer to him! After I spefically Specialized today that she COULDN'T Socialize with him! AGGHHH!
"Lindsey, what the HELL are you doing?"
"Tyler asked if I wanted to go for a walk…"
"And you said YES!"
"Well, It's not going to hurt anyone…" How wrong she was. With strength I always knew I had, a canoe was heaved over my head, in perfect position to be thrown
"Hey, why don't you just chill out?"
"Why don't you dodge this!" With a mighty throw downward, coupled with the aid of gravity and the fact that he sucked at dodging anything, I indeed did nail him. The bottom of the boat split open, and he was caught inside, his face the only part sticking out.
"Lindsey, Now." I remarked, pointing to the part of the dock on which I was standing on,
"But I…"
"NOW!" The scream came from tapping with in the inner fury and she reluctantly came up. A small sliver of myself felt sorry for scaring the girl into submission, but why should I care? She was a tool that I was using, and some tools need to be fine tuned.
As the two walked back into the court, it was obvious that the game was no longer going in their favor. Now with only one game left, the results were tied. And so, SO regretfully, Their team was losing! LeShawna was sent out, Izzy, Beth! Who wasn't gone already.
Oh, right. Owen. Duh. At least I was wrong, and the garbage disposal machine had SOME usage. He was taking everyone else out, but he was, by far, the largest target we had ever had!
"BAM!" A large noise sounded between Lindsey and I, and out of curiosity I whirled my head around to see Noah on his back, a huge bruise mark on his head as another ball rolled away. While all my teammates winced, I couldn't help but chuckle. "You're right, sports really aren't your forte."
Alas, even without his stupid sarcasm, geeky what's-his-name seemed to have whatever it took to beat us. US! After all we've been through!
"Gophers, what happened?"
"What can I say? Weak effort." Moron. He was the weak effort.
"Oh, shut it, Noah!"
"You know, for once, I agree with her." I couldn't help but admit as I stormed out.
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