A/N: So, I had this idea in my head since yesterday and wrote it out today. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't claim anything but this story.

It's been a year since TDWT. A year since I lost my million to that golem Zeke. And a year since...he-I won't bring myself to think of his name-was put into the hospital from an extremely bad accident. And that's all it ever was, an accident. It wasn't my fault. Yeah I may have pushed him down but...he should have moved!

With a scowl, I erased the thought from my mind and entered the convenient store. I took my time getting to the diary section, revealing in this moment away from home and my brother and sister continually reacting the last scene from world tour and that damn annoying singing. You think they would get tired of it but no. It was the same thing day after day. It was enough to make me want to maim them life and push them in a volcano. "Stupid, rotten..." I growled, picking up the milk and walked to the check out the line. It was a bit long but I didn't mind, anything that kept me from going home to none stop singing was good by me. But from the annoyed sighed from behind me I could see that was not the case with someone else. I glanced behind me, looked forward, then did a double take. For a moment it almost looked liked him. He was about the same height and color but with darker hair that was braided back in cornrows. There was a resemblance, especially with the eyes. They were exactly the same emerald green.

I didn't know I was staring until he quirked an eyebrow and smirked at me. I turned around quickly, cheeks burning. They even had the same smile. Could they be related? With that thought in my mind I could feel his eyes watching me as the line moved. I payed for my milk and practically ran out the store, those eyes continually popping up in my mind. "He couldn't be..." I muttered to myself, beginning back down the street.

"Hey, you're Heather right?" I stopped and turned around, ready to tell who ever it was that I wasn't in the mood to talk about World Tour or whatever but the comment never left my mouth as I saw that it was that guy again. Out in the sun I could see the resemblance was even more striking but there was different about him that he didn't have. I just couldn't place my finger on it.

"Yeah," I told him. He wore a white shirt that accentuated his muscles and loose blue jeans with a thin chain connected the back and right pocket. Like you-know-who he was not too bad to look at. Twice in the last ten minutes he caught me staring again and smirked. It was that smirk that made my heart jump for a second. 'Not this again...' I thought, setting my face straight.

"I can see in your eyes that you think I look like him." He told me, taking a step closer. I quickly averted my gaze, looking anywhere but him. Was I right? Were they related? "But I assure you I'm nothing like him." His voice was quiet and-sneaking a look at him-he looked very sincere. He smiled gently and laughed once. "I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm José. Alejandro's older brother." he held out his hand, waiting for me to shake it. I should have known as soon as I saw him. José, the older brother...Alejandro hated so much. The one that mocked him and called him Al, that was always better than him. I debated on shaking his hand and looked into his eyes. If he was better than Alejandro, did that mean he was a better actor? His words seemed truly sincere and I couldn't seem to detect a lie anywhere on his face. Was Alejandro lying about José when he was talking about horrible he was? 'Of course he was,' Some rational part of my mind was saying. 'He made a sob story for himself because he was pathetic.' José didn't really seem that bad and unlike Alejandro he had no reason to lie about anything. There was nothing on the line here, just me.

I shook his hand and smiled back. I had been doing that a bit more often when ever I wasn't at home. After that last season of Total Drama I've been told I have been a bit nicer. I was still the queen of mean just...not as mean. "It's nice to meet you, José."

Alejandro's POV

I sat in the kitchen, watching mamá prepare dinner. It was most I could do since I couldn't bring myself to watch TV. Even after a year they were still talking about World Tour, still playing clips. Some of the other contestants even had endorsements and commercials. I wanted nothing to do with that show ever again. Hence why I sat here now, tapping my fingers on the table as mamá prepared the food and listened to the radio. It was a sport's station, broadcasting a soccer game that my oldest brother Carlos was playing in. "Yo desao que Carlos a aqui." I heard my mother say. I was the youngest and babied a lot by my mother but it was evident who the favorite in this family was: Carlos.

"Yo sé, mamá." I muttered, closing my eyes and listened to the game. Just then a commercial came on and I tensed up at the words.

"This game is brought to you by Total Drama: Reloaded! Comes on tonight..." I couldn't stand to listen anymore and got up, storming out the kitchen while my mom called after me. I didn't come back, only stormed up stairs to my room and slammed the door.

I hated anything that had to do with that damn game! I hated hearing that name, hearing the name of anyone that was on there, especially her. Heather. I turned around to look at the mirror I had hung up on my door, that way any time I looked in it I would remember what she did to me. My once lush hair had been burned off and now was so short I couldn't even put it in a pony tail. The salves that the doctors had given me had worked well but there was still patches of discoloration in a few places. My legs and arms had been bent at such unnatural angles they had to be re-broken to fix, so now I walked with a slight limp and couldn't walk very long distances with out my legs beginning to ache. My doctor said I shouldn't but I pushed myself to my limit every day, out of the watchful eye of my mother, doing exercises that would leave my whole body aching by the end. But while I lay there in pain I would always remember why I did this. As much as I hated it we would all be coming back for a fifth and final season and when that time came I would be ready. I would be stronger than I was before and I would get my revenge on Heather for what she did to me.

There was then a knock on my door. "Lo siento, mamá pero no auqi." I called, sitting down on my bed as the door opened. I then scowled as José leaned in the door way, a smirk on his face. I hated José, even more than I did before that game. He taunted me everyday, pointing out my failure as though I was only person who had ever lost a game...who had ever given his heart to the wrong person.

"What do you want, José?" I growled as he walked in. He had a piece of paper in his hand and wiggled it in front of my face.

"You'll never guess who I ran into today." He said, smiling maliciously.

"Don't know, don't care. Go away." I told him irritably which only seemed to please him.

"Oh, but you do care. I know you do. The whole world does. Now do you know?" The shock was clear on my face and he knew it. It couldn't be! I snatched the paper out of his hand and looked to the name and number written on it.

"Don't fuck with me, José, I'm not in the mood." I told him and he took the paper back.

"Don't believe me then. Just know ella será la miá." He said then left, whistling versus under his breath. I didn't know what to do. Should I believe him? What was the possibility of us being near Heather?

"He's only doing it to piss me off," I told myself and closed the door back. That was all. He was only doing it to mess with my head but...why did I care so much? There was no way I still had feelings for her. She pushed me off a fucking volcano for Dios sakes! I growled and fell backwards onto my bed, looking up at the ceiling. No, I had feelings for her or anyone for that matter. She took my heart and crushed it like a guijarro under her foot. And when I saw her again, I would get my revenge.

A/N2: So, first chapter. What do you think? And if you're thinking what I'm thinking then yes, Heather and Alejandro are both in denial, so deep in denial they need a boat(Ha! I made a joke! Corny joke but still...). I'm going to try and keep with a schedule with this one and try to update at least once a week. Maybe more if inspiration strikes. So, review! Tell me what you think, tell me ideas, anything that you think could make this story better! I wanna hear/read! So for now, ciao! -Love Stripes