I like this chapter pretty well, but I feel like something's missing. *shrug* I suppose it only matters if you think it fits together well though. :) Oh! And I forgot to mention that the last chapter and even this whole story was inspired by the pic 'Missing You' by XxDarkAlessaxX on deviantart and the colored version by huck-finn-forever.

He told her that, despite her immense desire to watch Duncan and Gwen burn, she should wait until tomorrow. If she wanted she could stay up and plot, thinking out every little detail of how she'd take them down. He even offered to stay up with her to help. He wouldn't control or quail her imagination, he'd just make suggestions. "Well…" she muttered softly, looking away with a soft smile. "I suppose it couldn't hurt." she chuckled lightly, flipping a piece of her hair back behind her ear.

He smirked with satisfaction. "It'll be fun." he took a hold of her small hand, actually getting a bit of a happy feeling from the touch, and pulled her to her feet as he rose. "It's always fun. Hurting people who deserve it."

She nodded. "I know. It's justice." she stared down at her hand then, him still holding onto it. "But…um…can you let go…?" she asked tentatively, trusting him only with evil and not with her emotions. Especially not love. She'd never love again. Just as she promised not to cry over Duncan, only she was sure she'd keep this one.

"Oh! Yeah, of course." he chuckled nervously, taking his hand back to his side. "Come on now. We've got a lot to do."

"Ok." she agreed, wiping at the tears on her face as the pair walked towards the cabin, sinister thoughts brewing in both their minds. Only some of Courtney's thoughts weren't as evil as she would have liked. Every other thought or so an image of Duncan would come to her, whether it be him wiggling his eyebrows or kissing her gently, it made her cringe. And it was obvious to all.

Alejandro looked at her with a confusion, a slight frown on his lips. "What's wrong?" he pried, almost fooling himself into believing he actually cared.

She dropped her gaze to the ground, pulling at her arm uncomfortably. "Nothing. I'm just sad that I can't think of anything good enough." she sighed heavily, not being truthful at all.

Alejandro felt bad for her, knowing full well that her words were nothing but crap. She should know that he, more so then anyone, was extremely inept at deception and the signs that came with it. And she was showing many. She wasn't making eye contact, was fidgeting, and her tone was higher then it was normally. Nevertheless he played along. "Don't fret amor. With our minds combined there's no way we won't come up with something." he chuckled whole-heartedly, surprising even himself.

She half smiled, not really feeling any better then before. For in all honesty she'd hoped, prayed even, that he'd see through her and call her out on her falseness. She wanted to be told he, Duncan, no longer mattered, that soon his face would fade from her memory, and more then anything that this revenge would end it all so she could finally move on. Sure he'd said the latter once, but it couldn't hurt saying it twice. "You're right." she said in her same hopeless tone.

Alejandro lowered his gaze the same as her, only looking back to her as they reached the cabin. He reached for the door handle, opening it graciously for her and bowing slightly for some odd reason. It was like he wanted to see her smile or something. He quickly shook this strange feeling, saying, "After you." he smiled warmly.

Courtney smiled at him for being unusually sweet to her. Since the end of world tour she'd figured he only cared about the way Heather thought of him. Maybe she was wrong. "Thanks." she nodded a bit, rubbing his head gently from some sort of automatic reaction. It was Duncan's fault. She drew in a sharp breath then, jerking back suddenly and clutching her hands together at her chest. "I-I…sorry." she blushed a deep crimson, but no one could have told if they'd been watching. Her skin was so dark that no blush, unless stared at really close, could be seen.

Alejandro's eyes grew wider, but there was no blush. He was merely shocked that she was acting so loosely with him after having been on the brink of depression so shortly before. "It's nothing." he shrugged, "Come on."

She smiled sheepishly, entering the cabin as he had instructed her. She then swiftly took a seat on the bottom of one of the bunks. They felt so familiar, so soft, and so full of memories. Now that she thought about it… she stepped down, falling to her knees.

"Courtney?" Alejandro said with undue alarm, making it a tad bit obvious that he was worrying a little more then one would when strategizing with someone who meant nothing to them.

"Hold on." she half ordered, sticking her hand up under the bed to reach for something. She was about to give up when her hand clasped around a solid object. A smile spread clear across her face and she drew the object out of it's hiding place. "I knew it." she sighed with half content, half regret. It was one of her most precious mementos which she had accidentally left here when they'd been partying after Owen won total drama island. She'd decided to sneak back into the old cabins and hide it here. She wasn't really sure why she'd done it, but she guessed it was so one day when she was looking back she'd find it and relish in the memories it gave her. And it was doing just that. Touching this old thing brought back the wonderful feelings of the good old days, of total drama island. After that first season, in her mind, it was all downhill. She brought the skull up to her chest then, holding it close to her heart, where all those memories were forever stored.

"What's that?" Alejandro said incredulously, face scrunching up as he walked close enough to look over her shoulder at whatever was in her hands.

The tears were coming back now. "N-Nothing." she squeezed out, breathing in deeply. "Just a reminder of what was and what could have been." she sounded philosophical, but really that wasn't anywhere near the truth. She was just speaking the truth. That's what her and Duncan's love was, an unlikely gamble with a slight possibility of becoming the real deal.

Alejandro frowned once more, kneeling down next to her. "Can I see?" he prodded gently, reaching his hand out toward her in hopes of her willingly doing as he wanted.

Courtney side glanced, looking back to him with uncertainty and down to her precious item in her hands. "I…I guess." she whispered, bringing her hands away from her chest ever so slowly before opening her hands to reveal the perfectly carved skull small enough to fit in exactly one palm. "It was…Duncan's." she forced herself to say, pulling her lips shut tight.

"Oh." Alejandro said automatically. "It means a lot to you then." he stated without thinking, grabbing the tiny thing away from her to twirl it in between his fingers. He examined it closely, making sure to take in every little detail, the cracks, the holes worn into it by time, and the paint carefully put on it. "It's…nice." he decided to say, looking tensely over at Courtney, fearing she might snap.

"No it isn't." she growled, snatching it back to stuff it in her pocket. "It's just a reminder of the lies he fed me for so long. Nothing more." it was a lie of course, but there was no one there willing to call her out on it. The two were alone, buried under past trifles of love.

Alejandro grimaced, not liking the way this conversation was headed. He didn't want to have to spill his guts to her about Heather so that she felt as if they were the same, birds of a feather if you will. So he reached for her arm instead. "Up." he pulled her as he had back out under that tree. "We've got work to do." he smiled darkly.

She allowed him to move her up into a standing position as she had before, smirking evilly in response to his smile. "Yes. We do." she took her hand back without asking this time, sitting herself on the edge of the bunk bed. "Now sit." she added, patting the spot beside her rather excitedly.

"As you wish." Alejandro chuckled lightly. Once he took his spot a silence fell on the pair. It created a near eerie atmosphere that made Alejandro tug on his sleeve out of instinct. "But…you must go first." he prompted, nodding slightly.

She grinned a little, shrugging. "I don't know." her smile instantly fell into a frown as the next words formed on her lips. "I just know I feel like killing them." her breathing became elevated slightly then, but she didn't care to know why.

Alejandro was alarmed by her quickness to jump right to killing. He'd hated quite a few people to an ungodly extent, but he'd never wanted to kill anyone. But maybe he was looking to far into her venomous words. Perhaps, like with a lot of others, she didn't mean it and was merely using the thought to bring herself comfort. Still he felt the need to condemn this option. "Easy there." he laughed. "We should start out smaller then that."

She glared up at him. "Why? It's what they get!" she hissed, pausing. "They deserve to be knocked out of their minds and shoved in a hole or something!" the more she talked the louder her voice became.

He nodded in agreement. "I know that. Believe me." he thought back to his latest prank on Heather for her previous actions. He'd put a bunch of bugs in her make-up kit. A harmless little trick he'd picked up from his brother after he'd done the same to him only with his toy box. He'd been about eight. He'd run home from school to play with some action figures he kept in a place he thought his brother didn't know about. Only when he opened the box up he couldn't help but scream in horror. The small squirmy things were all over his toys. There was one that especially spooked him. It was a cricket. It jumped from out of it's prison the instant he'd released it, landing on Alejandro's nose. He'd cried for a good thirty minutes afterward, Jose mocking him all the while. He'd been, and was still, an awful brother. Alejandro tensed at the memory, trying to keep himself from showing how much it hurt to think about. "But you must start small. Little things that could be an accident." he chuckled. "Then you get progressively worse…until you hit a peak. What that peak is I can't say. It's different for everyone." his distress had faded some as he went on about this recreational activity he took much pride in. "As for me…? Well, I haven't gotten there yet. But I have a pretty good idea of how it'll end." In all honesty he had no desire to push Heather that far, he only wished to press her buttons until she was fed up enough to fall back into his arms. So really, he had no inkling of how badly this would end for her.

"Oh?" Courtney raised a brow, smile widening. "How do you see it?" she asked the forbidden question. The one that would most definitely put a rift in this thing they had going, whatever it was one wanted to call it. Not small enough to be an acquaintance but not big enough to be considered a relationship. There was no word for it. So they would just pretend nothing was there at all.

He chuckled with a hint of nervousness, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "With her in a hole." he decided upon, grinning back at her.

She frowned lightly, picking her feet up onto the bed and sitting cross legged, facing his profile. "That's all?" she grumbled.

"For now." he too thought to pick his feet up, only he didn't sit as she did. He sat with his legs stretched out diagonally so as not to touch her as he leaned back against the headrest for less comfort, but more stability, hands cupping the back of his head. "But you never know what might happen."

Courtney sighed. "Yeah. Sure as hell right." She laughed bitterly. "I never thought Duncan could turn on me like he did…cheating…" she choked out the last word, swallowing the pain back down her throat. "…but he did. And with my friend." she bit her lip, struggling to hold the tears at bay.

Alejandro noticed this and cringed for some odd reason he wasn't sure of. All he knew was that he had to do something. "Life." he muttered. "It can be a bitch." he smiled warmly.

Surprising the both of them she felt something rise in her throat, coming out as a soft giggle. "Uh-huh." she agreed, nodding.

"What can you do?" he shrugged.

Her sinister smile returned to her lips like a long lost dog might its owner. "Revenge." she said through clenched teeth. "That's what I was told." she leaned in closer, hands gripping her knees, drawn by his ability to manipulate.

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of malevolence and pride. She learned fast, or at least clung onto anything she could to ease the pain and vulnerability. "Then how shall we try this cure out?" he wanted her to learn to do this for herself. He believed she had the ability to, she merely needed to get a good start. After all, she was more ruthless then Heather. Anyone that bad had to be excellent at something evil like revenge.

She was silent, expecting him to feed her the answer. So helpless.

"Hmm?" he eased, making a face.

She tapped her finger against her lips methodically, a smugness coming to her face when an idea suddenly came to her. "I've got it…" she snickered snidely.

"Excellent." Alejandro breathed. "Enlighten me then." he too laughed in the same manner as she did. Just one of the few things the pair shared. One more then with Duncan.

She crawled over from the bottom of the bed so that she was sitting side by side with the boy, leaning into his side. "Ok." she held her hands up before them, animatedly displaying how it should and would play out as she spoke in thorough detail.

Alejandro moved an arm from behind his head to rest around her tiny waist, feeling it would make her feel closer to him. And, although he'd deny it up and down, he secretly liked having someone so invested in him and his dirty tricks.

She stopped explaining to glance up into his emerald eyes. They were so fascinating, more so then Duncan's had ever been. "You're sweet." she said absentmindedly before returning to her plan.

He snorted, nearly forgetting where his hand was and even her comment as he was dragged deep into her strategy. It wasn't grand or ruthlessly evil, but whatever. It was her first try. She'd get better.

next day...

They stayed like that all night, going back and forth with little things that could be added to her idea to make it more enjoyable and perhaps more complicated. She turned most of it down but there were certain aspects that she couldn't let herself let go of. But not because she one hundred percent loved it, more so because she didn't want to risk him growing tired of being turned down so many times and in turn leave her. For she feared the notion of being alone again to an unimaginable extent. And that is why, in the end, he never went anywhere. She didn't have to beg for him to remain here, she didn't even ask. He just saw her feelings on her gorgeous face and willing complied to her desires. And that's why, in the morning, the two woke together. Courtney cuddled up next to the dark skinned boy, head dug into his chest, arms around his waist, and Alejandro with his large hands encompassing her small body.

Alejandro stirred first. His eyes slowly fluttered open as a loud yawn escaped him. "Mmm…" he grumbled, rubbing his head lightly. "That was the worst night of sleep in my life. What's wrong with these stupid beds?" After whining for a minute he finally bothered looking about him, taking in his surroundings, the most important being Courtney. "Wha…?" he breathed, not remembering that he had voluntarily stayed with her the night before. He made to move, but stopped half way through the action. It just hit him that she was clinging onto him like a leech.

She mumbled something in her sleep, holding on tighter to her brace. She was about to wake up, but Alejandro didn't know that.

He sighed, carefully situating himself in his former position. He wanted to get up and go bug Heather, but he just couldn't. Watching her laying on him like she was made him suddenly feel weak. Her face was so at ease, not a crease of anger or sadness visible, her body lacking its usual tenseness, and her touch wasn't full of desperation. It was all so serene. Looking at her now he wouldn't think such a girl could ever be so vengeful or full of strife. Really he didn't see how anyone would want to hurt her either. Sure she had issues, more so then a lot of people, but that was no reason to take hold of her heart and squeeze it to the point it busted and bled all over herself and those around her. "You're something…" he murmured, looking over her figure down to her pocket. The pocket that skull was in. He frowned lightly at the memory last night of her clutching it to her chest as if it was her only hope of life, the last thing to hold on to in the hell her life had become. So why did that make him want to snatch it away from her? He didn't want to hurt her or see her lose her last shred of sanity. So why? Perhaps it was because he himself wished to be that hope. That one thing she would never let go of and cherish deeply. He wanted to matter in the eyes of this bitterly confused adolescence. So he reached for it.

As he reached down for it ever so slowly, digging in the rather deep pocket of her shorts, Courtney began to open her eyes, a groan making its way into the air. "Hmm…Duncan?" she muttered sleepily, vision coming into focus. It was then that she let out a high pitched yelp, one joined by Alejandro, shortly followed by a spaz attack. "W-What the hell!" she had jumped up so suddenly that she wobbled on the edge of the bed before falling backwards onto the floor.

Alejandro jerked his hand away from her the instant he heard her speak, aiding in her fall. Without him bracing her she had nothing to hold on to. "Courtney!" he cried, reaching out for her as if he could turn back time and catch her before she hit. "Are you ok?"

She growled irritably. "Do I look ok to you?" she spat, picking herself up so that she was sitting. "Idiot." she whispered under her breath.

He scowled over at her now, hearing the word she had intended him not to. "I'm not the one who did a back flip off the bed, sweetheart." he crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow.

She snarled. "Well I wouldn't have if you hadn't been all up on me! What do you think you were doing?" her fists shook as she clenched them.

He sighed, rolling his eyes at her childish behavior. Sure she probably forgot that they'd stayed with each other until they slipped into sleep but that gave her no right to scream at him. "Me? What about you?" he pointed a finger at her accusingly. "You had your arms all over me!" surprisingly he was not enjoying this stupid squabble. If it had been Heather he knew he would be. So why not now that it was a different face before his emerald green eyes?

She drew back, face appearing as if she had just seen a ghost. "I…I was not!" she screamed, fighting to hide a blush that had found its way to the surface of her pretty little face.

She was flustered. Now this he liked. "Uh-huh. And God knows what else happened last night." he teased cruelly, knowing fully well her weakness when it came to doing things that could ruin her image. "If I remember right…" he trailed off, letting her fill in the blank as he tapped his chin, grinning devilishly down into her now frightened onyx eyes.

"No." she said weakly. "No." she repeated, trying to convince herself it wasn't so. If it was true she would never forgive herself. Even if they hadn't gone all the way it was still a one night stand in her mind. She'd been looking for a soft place to fall and just took the only thing close enough to her.

He laughed amusedly. "I don't know." he shrugged, hopping off the bed to tower over her. "I don't remember much other then us planning."

She stared intently at him, making sure to not miss any sign of deception. As far as she could see there was none. So she let out a heavy sigh. "Good." she paused, frowning. "I think…"

He bent down, offering her his hand. This act never got old to him. He'd done it many times since just yesterday and still liked the feeling he gathered from it. "Yes. It is good." he waited for her to place her hand in his before going on. "Now amor, let's go set a trap." he snickered, smirking at her.

She had hesitated in giving him what he wanted, her hand, but once she did it felt so good. It was a mini rush of emotions. She felt so at peace as his warmth flowed into her. It was the same as she felt every time she'd been with Duncan. She cringed then, hating his memory. So when she was brought up close to stand in front of Alejandro, face inches from his, she was elated as the feeling of joy heightened. She swallowed hard, looking anywhere but into his dazzling eyes. She knew that if she were to look to far that she might very well fall into them and in turn become entangled in his sinister hold. She was pretty close without that. So she really didn't need an extra push. "Mmm hmm…" she muttered dreamily, barely there.

He chuckled lightly at her sudden out of it state of mind. She amused him greatly. She was so amusing at times that he almost thought she could take Heather's place in this category. "Use your legs." he reminded her.

She snapped out of her daze, blinking a couple of time before glowering at him and yanking her hand away. "Don't touch me." she grumbled, rubbing her hand as if to wipe away his touch.

He rolled his eyes, walking alongside her out the door and toward the cabin they knew Gwen and Duncan shared. He was quite looking forward to seeing Duncan be messed with, especially when it would also help him gauge Courtney's ever increasing desire to brutalize him.

She kept her glare on her face until she was sure he was busy looking somewhere else. Only then did she allow her false mask of hate fade to that which she really felt, infatuation. She even brought the hand which he had touched up to her cheek, rubbing her hand gently against it. She wished he would take hold of her again like last night and she wished that this time she might remember it clearly as well as not react as poorly as she did this time.

"Courtney." he half snapped. "Here." he handed the bucket full of all sorts of crap, grinning menacingly at her. "Put it there." he pointed above the door.

She nodded with confidence. "But I'll need a boost." she smiled sheepishly, taking the bucket from him. "And the rope." she added, holding her other hand out expectantly.

He placed it in her hand, bending down, hands cupped together as a foot stool for the princess Courtney. "Go on."

She eagerly put one foot in his hands, using her hand with the rope to stabilize herself by taking a firm hold on his head. "Good…good." she murmured to herself, wobbling a bit.

He was careful as he lifted her up higher and higher. He didn't want to drop her and have her bitch at him. What he wanted was for her to be pleased by his assistance. "Of course it's good." he beamed, reaching as far up as he could considering her weight.

She placed the bucket, full of things Alejandro had stuck in there late at night when she had been well enough to allow him to leave, up on the edge of the roof. It shook like she did, unstable in this precarious position. Courtney swallowed hard. She was just afraid that it would fall to soon and maybe even drench her in disgusting crap. Then she'd really be boiling. And next came the hard part. She was forced to remove her grip on Alejandro's head in order to tie the rope around the handle of the bucket. It took her a couple of minutes to do it right but she eventually got it, sighing with relief. "Ok! I'm done." as she spoke she quickly took a hold on his head again, fearing falling.

Alejandro slowly brought her back to ground level, sighing deeply once she was safe and the bucket hadn't been brought down with her. "Now it's my turn." he took a piece of thin, nearly invisible, string he'd been holding to tie as a trip rope, eyes never leaving the bucket which rested on the brink of the roof so that if something were to screw up he might be able to push Courtney out of the way of it. It was because of this that it took him much longer to tie the knot tautly around each side of the railing. He nearly jumped a moment after as the bucket teetered, but once it was still yet again his tenseness faded. "Ok. I've got it." he smirked, eyes appearing soft towards her.

Courtney jumped with joy. "Yes!" as she cheered there was a sound near the cabin door. It was the sound of two people scrambling around in what seemed like a playful way and it hurt Courtney greatly. Laughter followed shortly after, causing her heart to clench further. She whined lightly, frozen, only able to listen to their sweet talk.

Alejandro noticed, stricken with a pain, only no where near as great as hers. It was still pain though. As such he felt he had to pull her away from this to prepare her for their exit. "Come on." he hissed, gently taking hold of her arms and moving her back behind the edge of the cabin. The rope she had was just long enough too.

She snapped out of it once they'd moved, back in serious revenge mode. "Thanks." she whispered, eyeing the door carefully. "This is it."

The door opened for them about fifteen minutes later, Gwen and Duncan still laughing at something that had been said. "Haha, you're hilarious." she rolled her eyes, poking him in the side sweetly.

He chuckled, opening his mouth to say something when he took the last step down and, instead of finding his footing on grass, fell flat on his face. He cried out quietly, doing a face plow as a result of him failing to react to the fall fast enough. He groaned lightly as he lifted his head up some.

"Oh my God!" Gwen cried. "Duncan! Are you alright?" she exclaimed, jumping down to his side to help him up.

He spit and spluttered, a mixture of grass and dirt coming out of his mouth. "Yeah, fine." he growled, wiping at his mouth to remove any excess matter. "I just…tripped."

Courtney snickered under her breath, pressing a hand to her lips to contain the immense joy she was gathering from this. Now all that was left was pretty little Gwen. "Hehehe." Courtney's eyes gleamed with pure malice as she stared her target down, rope clenched tightly in her small hand.

"Do it." Alejandro prompted, placing a hand on her shoulder and gave her a grin equivalent in vice to hers.

Gwen giggled lightly. "You're so clumsy. Sometimes I wonder-" she stopped dead sentence, thoughts being derailed as a clank noise reached her ears. She looked up just in time to see the bucket tip over, spewing sewage, old moldy food, dirt, and grime all over her. Her high pitched scream filled the air an instant after, breaking the silence and leaving a chilling feeling lingering. At least for all albeit Courtney and Alejandro.

Courtney held her laughter in until they ran to the back of the cabin and then cracked up. She fell on the ground, in hysterias. She was so amused by the sight of those two looking like fools that she was practically crying from happiness. It was almost to much to take in, but she did so anyway. She replayed in her head every detail. The look of surprise on Duncan's face as he first made his misstep, the way his wide smile instantly transformed into a sharp frown, how he started to think of reaching his arms out to brace himself yet failed miserably, the way his head made contact with the hard ground, a snapping sound following the impact, and the look of immense hate that found its way onto his face after. It was all so great. The disgusting grass and ground mixture that became lodged in his mouth was a bonus too. Nothing could beat it. Well, nothing except Gwen's reaction. The only other time Courtney had seen her so unnerved and falling apart was when it was something serious which she could not rightly laugh at. But now she felt no sin in it. "T-That was great!" Courtney cried in a muffled tone so as not to let the infamous couple hear her. "God! I-I never imagined seeing them like that could feel so good!"

Alejandro was cackling beside her. It wasn't that he personally had anything against either of them, he was just the kind of person that enjoyed seeing someone fall like they had. He was a bad guy. "See? I told you mi amor." his smile widened, and he held up his hand for a high five, but the words that passed his lips made him wonder. Why did he always call her that? One might think of it as a pet name. But no. She was not his pet. She was barely more then an acquaintance. So what was with his Spanish tongue?

She beamed, laughter still spilling forth from her lungs as she gave him the high five.

Alejandro picked himself up from the ground where he knelt beside her. He may have liked doing these antics with someone as vigorous as Courtney but it didn't change the fact he preferred not to get dirty for no good, competitive, reason

She too rose after him, feeling able enough despite her continuous laughter. That and she wanted to give him something. Thanks!" she cried between her slowly fading laughs, smiling sheepishly up at his flawless face. "It was fun."

He nodded. "I know. It always is." he smirked, mind wandering from the girl before him to the other girl he had chased after for so long. She was probably on edge wondering what else might pop out and get her. He chuckled lightly at the thought.

"Really though." she murmured, moving her foot in circles in the dirt. "I'm glad…" she trailed off, losing the thought in her action. She threw herself at Alejandro, wrapping her thin arms around his neck and tucked her face into the crook of his neck. He smelled so weird to her, so unlike Duncan's constant smell of smoke and sweat. But it took her only a moment to find she liked his smell so much more. Whether this was simply because she was unimaginably pissed by Duncan's cheating or because she truly believed his scent to be more appealing was questionable. "You're better then they say you are."

Alejandro snorted lightly, breathing in her sweet scent as well. However he was rather bored of her random spurs of neediness. Sure it was nice to feel like he mattered, but somehow he felt more when it was a one sided 'relationship' or, more specifically, when it was Heather pretending she didn't care. Courtney never denied that she was into him. It wasn't like he asked, but it was supposed to be an unspoken thing. If he flirted or assisted a girl she would act awkward before bitching at him. Thus Heather's appeal.

She pulled back after a minute or so, smiling warmly up at him. "Come on!" she suddenly perked, getting the evil aspect back to her personality. "Let's go see what they're doing now! I think I can hear Gwen wailing!" she cried animatedly, clamping her hands together as her eyes grew wider with each word.

He was interested again, relishing in the moments she wasn't weak and helpless. "As you wish."

"Yes!" she jumped ahead of him, racing back to the front of the cabin where it had all started. Yet all the while, even as entertaining Duncan and Gwen were being for her, the only thing that she could think of was Alejandro. Him and his perfect face…perfect chest…perfect eyes…perfect…everything. And she never wanted this strange connection they had formed in a day to ever fade.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...the revenge was really gay but I couldn't think of anything mean yet not huge to start it off. x.x It's better next chapter imo. And I know this is severely lacking in dxc stuff, as the category says it's supposed to be, but it'll get there. Eventually some dxc stuff with happen. Patience is key my friends. Review plz! :D