This is basically something that has been eating at the back of my mind since TDA first aired. I admit I didn't watch the entire series, because I think it's just not the same as TDI, so this story is basically chapters taken place AFTER challenges, all from Heather's POV.

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It's amazing that we've come this far after TDI ended. Okay, that was sarcasm, in case you people thought I had lost my mind along with my hair. Speaking of hair, I'm wearing this disgusting mullet than makes me look like an Asian hillbilly!

We're all on a day off, thank God. I'm sitting on top of my bed, getting a little R and R, enjoying the day while it last before we take on another one of Chris's lame-o challenges. Thinking back on those challenges, I've asked myself: Why the heck did I join the series in the first place for the grand prize if I'm so rich?

More popularity.

True, I'm the most popular chick at school who rules over the losers with an iron fist(I've often dreamed of ruling a country one day), but being well-known just only by the students isn't enough. I need more.

True, I've gained losses, such as control over some of my rivals, especially Lindsey and Beth, but do I care? I almost do.

"Gosh!"

Who the heck is bothering me from my much needed beauty rest? I reluctantly get up from my bed and make my way out of my trailer, and what to I find?

Pimply geek nerd quarreling with Mr. Badboy.

"I said I was sorry!" The geek known as Harold grumbled as Duncan held him by the collar. "Geez, if you didn't like num-yos you didn't have to watch and get hit!"

"True," Duncan said as I watched him raise a threatening fist close to his face. "And I definitely don't like you."

For just a second...I wanted to rush down there and pry the geek off his disgusting, delinquent-sweat hands. But being me, I had better things to do. Although I did stick around when Duncan pushed Harold to the ground and walked away with a sneer. I almost laughed at the OMG expression on Harold's face as soon as Duncan left.

But that expression turned to a scowl, as the geek picked himself up off the ground and just took out those lame childish toy things he had brought along on the trip. What were those things...yo-yos?

"Hey, Heather," he greeted me, showing off his toy. "Want to play with my num-yo?"

As if!

"I'd rather stick my head in a cotton candy machine than play lame-yo with the likes of you, geek!" And with that I went back into my trailer, returning to my beauty rest.

Lying on my bed, I go through one of the magazines I brought along this season. Is it possible to hate people in magazines for having lovely hair while mine is taking forever to grow? Pissed, I toss the magazine away and just look up at the ceiling. Uh! Would it kill to have television around here?

I must be really bored because I'm looking out the window to watch the geek do his stupid tricks with his stupid toy. I watched as he flipped the num-yo like a pendulum. Hmm...that's actually a nice move...

Oh, great, here comes Ms. Loud-and-Proud, smiling like she's somebody. And Harold, the lovesick nerd, smiles that special smile to her, and she just returns it as she passes him to get to our trailer. I immediately turned from the window and just focused on my nails...Uh! I need a manicure! We exchanged mean expressions, the hate just increasing the longer we were stuck together. She goes to her bed and does her own thing, and I'm ignoring her as I just lay back on my bed.

Okay, I'm not tired, I realize that now. Without a word, I just leap off my bed and leave the trashy trailer. Since we're not on television right now, I take off the stupid wig, the heat attacking my bald head. Uh! I'm going to get Lindsey for making that stupid dare!

"Hi, Heather." Harold greeted me once again. Oh, man, is he annoying!

"What?" I snap, jerking my head toward him. I must have scared him, and I do have a tendency to scare people with my demanding voice, as he stepped back, his num-yo dangling from his hands.

"Uh, you still want to play with my num-yo?" He asked innocently as he showed my that lame toy once again.

"Oh, I must be so bored..." I muttered to myself. "Okay, but just for a few minutes!"

I should have said no as the geek kept yammering about the basic strategies of his toy, and adding a bit of the laws of physics. Oh, yawn...

"But I'm sure you can think on your toes," he insisted as he handed me the num-yo, "or on your fingertips."

Barf. What a lame joke.

"This is easy," I said as I dangled the toy in my fingers, "a three-year-old could do this!"

"Actually, if you've read the box this toy is for five and over," Harold told me intellectually. "The num-yo is easily breakable, therefore certain parts consumed by a chil three and below could-"

"I know, Harold!" I snapped. Uh! He's just full of it, doesn't he? No wonder Leshawna broke up with him.

"I'm just reminding people of the dangers we know today! Gosh!" He actually yelled back at me, taking the num-yo from me before putting his hands on his hips. Wow, he looks like a girl when he does that. An ugly, geeky girl...

"Lunch time!" Yelled Chef, banging a spoon to a pot like a hilbilly farmer would do.

Oh, yay...Glop, glop, and more glop...And dessert? Weeks-old cake, in other words, glop. I miss fries and burgers, I've forgotten what it tastes like...

Walking toward the cafeteria, I suddenly hear breathing behind. I turn around and it's Harold, breathing in and out like some stupid fish.

"What do you want now?" I snapped.

"I thought I'd walk with you to the cafeteria," he offered.

"Oh, eww!" I gagged. "I don't need you breathing down my neck!" And walked faster, but the geek still kept pace and we entered the cafeteria together.

"My own special recipe," Chef said with an evil, annoying smirk on his face before he took out a big boiling pot of...I have no idea.

He scooped some up and threw it in our trays, bits of it landed on my top.

"Geez, watch it!" I cried as I saw a small stain on my top. Oh, gray does not go well with mahogany red...

Suddenly, a hand offered me a napkin. I turn to see it was Harold, offering me another smile. I scowl at him before yanking the napkin out of his nerd-sweaty hands and quickly wiping my top.

"That's a good color for you," Goth girl said with a smile before walking over to the table. Uh, I hate her almost as much as I hate her outfit! Besides Leshawna, she was definitely an enemy of mine. If she came so far and made it to the final round in TDI, I had better keep my eyes open this season.

Taking my tray, I go over to a nearby table. Lots of space, on account of Lindsey and Beth just scooted out of the way, and away from me. Whatever. Oh, they're giggling together and talking about stuff...BFFs they keep calling each other.

They deserve each other. One has brains, the other hasn't. One has looks, the other totally doesn't.

I pick at my food in silence, occasionally scratching my bald head. Suddenly I hear that annoying breathing noise again and glance to see Harold has sat down next to me.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"Nothing," he said before he took a forkful and actually ate the disgusting garbage.

I roll my eyes in annoyance.

SPLAT!

I quickly turn to see Harold's face in his food. I look up to see Duncan laughing like an annoying hyena before high-fiving DJ. I look down and watch as Harold removes his face from his ruined food, his glasses covered and bits of glop in his hair and his nose. Oh, gross! He glares at Duncan before he wipes a hand across his face, and rubbing his fingers over his lenses. Then he just went back to eating his already ruined meal.

Boy, for a geek he sure acts strong...

"Here, Harold," I suddenly say as I push my tray towards him.

He was obviously surprised as he stared at my tray as if I bombed it.

"Uh..." He began nervously, that annoying geek voice drumming in my ears.

"I am so not eating Chef's 'special' recipe tonight, okay?" I snapped. "So be a pig if I care!" And with that, I stood up from my seat and marched out of the cafeteria back to my trailer.
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I'm laying on my bed as I had done before. So...bored...

It's night time and the other girls are in the corner juicing it up like The Babysitters' Club. As usual, I'm not invited. Don't care.

"Harold still digs you," Gwen told Leshawna. "You know that, right?"

"Honey, I've known from the moment he laid eyes on me," Leshawna laughed. "I let the dog get his treats when he totally deserves it."

Again with the ghetto slang. I don't even know why I'm listening. I must be so bored I can't wait for tomorrow to take some challenges.

"Does that mean you don't really like Harold?" Ms. Brainless asked.

"Well, it's not that I don't like him," Leshawna said carefully. "But, honey, he's fighting a losing battle."

"I think Bridgette would know," Lindsey said, "she'd discuss the goods and bads on dating Harold."

"Bridgette got voted off, genius," I snapped all the way from my bed.

I remember that challenge all too well...Surfer girl and her partyboy boyfriend were completely sucking face the whole day. The idiots kept at it even after they were voted off and were taken away. Uh! They must have drank each other's drool!

The other girls just glared at me.

"Well, excuse me, Heidi," Lindsey shot back.

"It's Heather!" I bet she's forgetting my name on purpose just because I blew her off back in TDI and rejected the so-called 'BFF bond' we had.

The other girls just ignored me and just continued talking as if I weren't there. Fine, I'll pretend they're not there and I'm in my summer house in my huge tub drinking mango juice...

"Gosh!"

Oh, I know that voice too well...I look out my window to see Harold, in geeky superhero pajamas, holding his left foot in pain. There was a large stone in front of him.

"You threw that, I know you did, Duncan!" He shouted at the distance.

"Then you better watch where you're going," the voice of the badboy snapped from probably inside the boys' trailer. "'Cause I might throw an axe next time."

Considering his reputation, he'd definitely do it. I mean, the guy wrestled a deer!

I watched as Harold grumbled to himself before heading off into the distance. Where can he be going this late, in a dump like this?

He was gone as soon as I blinked. Uh, forget it! What could be so cool that he does at night, anyway? I'm not sure the geek even knows the term 'cool'.

I just sit back on my bed, closing my eyes, and try to get some sleep. I definitely know I'm going to need it.
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Duncan is one dude that annoys the HECK out of me! Harold is my favorite guy character, and I support him for voting off Courtney. Did you really want her to win the money back in TDI? I'm sure as soon as she won it she would dump Duncan cold...she does that a lot now, if you haven't noticed.