DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters in this story. Both Scott and Courtney belong to Fresh TV.

Well guys, I managed to get this up just in time for new episode that'll be airing this Tuesday. Didn't think it was possible, but I actually really sat myself down to finish writing this thing.

Anyway, this chapter is mainly just tying up any loose ends left in previous chapter, and chapter three will involve the challenge featured in this week's episode.

By the way, I couldn't help but notice all of the new Scourtney fanfictions that have been popping up on here lately. I really don't know if this fic had anything to do with it, or if it was just because of the start of the new season that hyped a couple writers. It's also pretty funny, because these two haven't even interacted at ALL yet. I hope they do, though. Just so my Scourtney fantasies can come true! :D

But sadly, this chapter came out sort of on the sucky side, and it's kind of occurred to me that having five confessionals for a single chapter is way too many... Sorry if the ending kinda sucks... But, hey. I still hope this chapter doesn't disappoint.

UPDATE: Fixed up this chapter quite a bit, so hopefully it doesn't nearly suck as much! :P

Hope you guys enjoy it, and please be sure to R & R!

Nobody Needs To Know Chapter: 2

"Very funny, Chris!" an unamused Courtney berated, clearly having become exasperated with the whole situation. "You guys can frighten me all you'd like, but it still isn't working!" A few minutes had passed, and the awful noises still had persisted, and it didn't seem like they were going to let up anytime soon, either. The CIT shivered, and wrapped her arms around herself for comfort; it had started to become rather chilly now, so she had to rely on the towel covering her for warmth. "Easy, Courtney." the brunette silently monologged to herself, hoping that this would lift the fear away. "It's just lousy Chris, and his stupid interns trying to scare you! If they're just trying to mess with us, then they've got another thing coming!" That was when the silence ensued, which soon relieved the teen of her worry.

Courtney's Confessional: "Well, I'd say that went pretty well." *She laughes.* "I mean, wow! What was I thinking?! There's nothing of me to be afraid o-"

A rustling sound was then heard coming from the tall pines of the forest, causing the type A teen to let out a terrified shriek as something lunged at her from the bushes! She felt something get a secure grip around her tiny waist, its heartbeat racing wildly against her chest! Courtney also felt its heavy breathing, each release spouting hot air down her neck… She was too petrified to see what it was that was making her blush, but whatever it was, the CIT was clearly enjoying it…

"Is he… Is he, g-gone?" the voice stuttered, its question hitting her square in the eardrums.

The brunette slowly opened her eyes to find the one thing that made her skin crawl allover: "Sc-Scott?!" There he was: his arms latched tightly around her small frame, trembling like a leaf! She needed another shower now. Great.

"D-don't eat me, land shark-y!" the timid ginger protested, still unaware of the bitter scowl that was looking down on him. "Uncle Scotty doesn't taste so good!"

"LET GO OF ME!" Courtney aggressively retorted, practically having to pry the dirt farmer off of her! He promptly fell to the ground as she looked on in disgust! The CIT still couldn't believe that he had touched her. Again! She quickly made sure that the towel she was wearing was securely covering her, just so he couldn't see anything that she didn't want him to...

"Sheesh," Scott gripped, rubbing his head prior to the fall. "Don't have yourself such a cow, it's only me." He then looked up to see Courtney still in her towel, her brown locks drenched along her shoulder line. The devious teen tried to direct his eyes away, but no matter what he did, he always found himself becoming lost in the type A's overall beauty. Scott's grayish-blue eyes soon met those ebony ones of Courtney's and... No words could even describe how flabbergasted the ginger was at the sight, the redness now clearly visible across his freckled face…

Scott's Confessional: "Wow… And this here's the girl that Duncan cheated on with gothy? Just what kind of crazy pills was he on?! Anyway, I may not be all that bright, but it takes a true genius to see that you don't just let something this good go unwasted… And I sure as hell don't plan on wastin' a perfectly good opportunity like this one…"

Courtney just rolled her eyes as Scott continued to look her up and down, admiring her curves just like the perverted redneck that he was… The overall situation had just become extremely awkward to her; the CIT just didn't feel comfortable being alone with him out in the open like this! What if someone saw them? What would Zoey even think if she found out? She didn't even want to think about the consequences… The brunette had just decided on leaving him there and to slowly just return back to her own cabin; if she were real lucky, then maybe a mutant beaver would come by and eat him! But knowing how badly the dirt farmer reeked of BO, the type A teen doubted that idea just a little… She was just about to leave him be, until she snapped at the sight of her PDA lying right next to him.

"Where did you get this?!" Courtney angrily demanded, quickly snatching it back up from Scott. She then proceeded to narrow her eyes at him, only to have the ginger counter it back with a smirk of his own amusement. "You stole it when both you and Duncan pranked me, didn't you?!"

Scott's Confessional: "Ahhh, now I remember: Duncan had left crazy little Miss CIT here for being such an uptight windbag... Well now, how could've I forgotten all about that?"

"Umm, look here, prima donna," the devious teen explained, a lackadaisical tone to his voice. "Your ex might be an experienced pickpocket, but I didn't steal your technological thingy… I only steal stuff whenever it's in my own benefit. You dropped it…"

"HA! Like I'd ever really believe anything that you say!" the teen retorted mockingly. "You're just about as subtle as some of those other vultures!"

"Do I look like I'm bluffin'?" he rhetorically added.

"I'm like the most organized person I know!" she exclaimed.

"Guess you thought wrong, princess…" Scott taunted, closing off his statement with a satisfying smirk.

"Just… Shut up!" the CIT snapped back, the bitterness apparent to her tone of voice. She was getting pretty fed up with the pet names… "Ugh, you are just so annoying! Why aren't you at the spa hotel celebrating with the rest of the villains?"

"Meh, what can I say?" the dirt farmer shrugged, dusting himself off as he slowly got back up. "Luxury ain't exactly my strong suit, in case you haven't noticed. It just doesn't remind me of home…" He then gave off a flirtatious smile, and crept even closer to her; the devious teen grabbed ahold of Courtney's wrist, instantly making her freeze up and shutter at the tone of his nasally voice… "I mean, all I really wanna do is get to know you, Courtney…"

Ok, it was official: this guy was totally creeping her out! Not only did the brunette find herself stuck in such an unfavorable situation, but the ginger had also invaded her personal space not once, not twice, but THREE freaking times! She just knew that this wasn't some kind of coincidence… It was happening for a reason! The type A teen had to think of something fast, just so that Scott didn't end up dominating her into submission...

She quickly slapped his hand away and snarled, "I highly doubt that!"

"Alright, then. Fine! Fair enough." he remarked, crossing his arms. "I'll just let ya believe what you wanna believe; I ain't stoppin' you…" His smile soon lit up, though. "Hey, I can show you some of my shark scars, if ya want. Wanna see?" The devious teen then began to unbuckle his pants, but her horrified expression told him otherwise.

"OH, GOD NO! Please just spare me the idiocy!" Courtney begged, her mind now having received plenty of disturbing images prior to his 'friendly' little suggestion... She could now even say for certainty that she was officially scarred for life. "Of all the other social rejects you could've put me with, why do I have to end up with the shark expert over here?!" But aside from that, there was one other thing in her mind that just kept really bugging her: just why was Scott so set on her? The teen's facial expression and vocal tone soon became much more serious, just as she sort of sighed and looked at him. "Just… What do you even want, Scott? Aside from just wasting my time, that is? I know you didn't just come all the way up here in hopes of befriending me… I can see right through you and your little 'act'."

"Ain't it obvious to you, yet?" Scott asked, chuckling slightly. "I really wanna form an alliance with you. I can see that you're a pretty smart gal, with a competitive nature underneath all that tough exterior. You've got yourself a real winnin' edge; I like that." He then took a few more steps forward, just as the CIT took a few steps back. "Think about it: you and I could practically dominate this game if we allied together. All those other losers would be history! The ol' Scottmeister is practically givin' ya the opportunity of a lifetime…"

Courtney's Confessional: "I don't know what's more surprising: his little alliance, or the fact that Scott actually complimented me!" *Courtney scowls at the camera.* "He's probably just being a total kiss up for what he did to me earlier, but… No other guy has really ever acknowledged some of my more positive traits before…" *She smiles.* "But, seriously. As far as this little 'alliance' thing goes, I'd rather be an ally with both Duncan and Gwen!" *She frowns again.* "I just don't trust him. No one in their right mind would."

"Sorry," Courtney answered, firmly set on her decision. "Not interested. You can go and find someone else that actually cares for your stupid little alliance…" That was when she felt something tug at her as she was heading on back; the type A teen then slowly turned around to find that Scott had once again gotten a secure grip of her arm. His hold onto her compared to earlier was actually a lot more stronger, so it was a bit of a struggle for her to get out of. The CIT's eyes widened at the sight his maliciously smug smile.

"But I can make it worth your while..." he offered slyly, his voice sending shivers down her spine! "Let's just say that you and I make this a little more interesting... Ya know, just to sweeten the deal?"

The brunette couldn't help but feel rather intrigued by his offer, but at the very same time, something about it just didn't sink right with her... I mean, she had even said herself on how much she just didn't trust the guy, so what made him honestly believe that she'd just want to go along with it so willingly? However... Courtney had decided to go with her gut instinct, instead.

"Just... What exactly did you have in mind?" she inquired, still cautious to the extreme; just because the teen was asking him, it still didn't necessarily mean that she'd fully agree to the terms of their little agreement.

The ginger raised a brow at this, as he smirked at her sense of curiosity. "Finally comin' around, eh? I like that. It's kinda what I expect to see..."

"Just shut up and cut to the chase, already!" the type A fumed, clearly having grown impatient. Courtney could say that she liked Scott's arrogance towards the overall situation, but she'd end up a liar that way...

"And feisty, too?" he chuckled, clearly getting his own kicks out of her. "You're like the whole package, aren't ya?" However, the dirt farmer didn't want to delay the matter any longer, in risk of seeing what else she might have in store for him. "Well, you know. I was sorta maybe thinking that if you and I allied together, then maybe I might be able to lift a couple of heavy burdens off of ya... Sound good to you, so far?"

"Burdens?" Just what exactly did he mean by that? She needed a better clarification in order to grasp to overall picture. "I'm sorry, but I'm not following you there. I..."

"...'Burdens' being Duncan and Gwen." Scott cut her off mid-sentence. "Geez, you're slow... But that's alright. You understand now, I hope?"

Wait! He could actually do that for her? Dispose of the two people that actually caused her the most strife and misery? So far, the proposition definitely seemed tempting; the CIT really liked the idea of their downfalls a lot, and maybe even with them being gone, it would actually help step up her A-game! She just wouldn't feel as distraught with both of them out of the picture... But, wait... Just why on earth did he care about her life? Her problems? Those were things that she needed to face on her own! Not just rely on someone else to do that for her... Because, well, she knew better! It just didn't sit right with the brunette to just have someone rid her of her problems like that, because she would never learn from them! Yes, Courtney was well aware of how fucked up her life was right now, but there was one thing that she knew for certainty: she definitely didn't want to see Scott become a part of it.

"So, what'll it be, princess?" the devious teen questioned, anxiously awaiting her final answer.

Courtney just glared right back at him as he snickered at her irritated expression; clearly, he had grown very fond of that name. "Your offer is very tempting, but my decision is final. Your proposition just doesn't hold my interest."

"Well, then. So be it!" the ginger said simply. "Just don't come crawlin' on back to me when your teammates decide on voting you off..." His eyes then slowly adjusted off of her, and onto her chestal region, but the CIT knew just how to handle these types of situations.

"OWWW!" the dirt farmer shrilled out, experiencing immense pain in his lower region as he went down for count; the brunette had triumphed once again.

"Don't worry." she smiled smugly, clearly enjoying every minute of his torment. "I won't."

Courtney then contently entered the girls cabin, while Scott just held onto his kiwis in pure agony.

Scott's Confessional: Yeah. So I, uh, took that pretty well. *Moans painfully.* But, Courtney will come around to me, eventually; I just gotta be patient. It's like my pappy always says: if folks tell ya no, give em' something to say yes to!"