So, I decided to try something different with this chapter. Instead of focusing on our favorite pair of frenemies exclusively, we'll start by using Duncan as a launchpad. Othher characters will be given their POV scenes too, but he'll be the most important aside from, of course, Courtney and Gwen.

Duncan POV

"Welcome to Camp Wawanakwa," our host begins, "your home for the next eight weeks!"

I just got here about ten minutes ago, and there's clearly some sort of inside joke or something. I think there's something weird going on between some of the others here.

Not that it's any of my business. I just lile being a pain in the neck.

I look over at the ladies. Not sure how I'll charm them. But heck if I'm not gonna try. All girls want bad boys, right?

I notice that goth girl [Gwen, right?] giving a really weird look at the one with the gray sweater [Courtney, if I'm not mistaken]. Come to think of it, she's been acting really weird since she arrived, almost as if she's been waiting for something.

But hey, she looks so uptight compared to anyone else here. I guess she's just not used to the new environment...

Gwen POV

I'M SCREWING SO MUCH UP.

I know I'm not Courtney. I really do. But maybe I'm taking it a bit too far.

I must seem to Chris like a totally different person than when I auditioned. Which, technically, I am. But Past Me seems to have a close eye on me.

I still think I know more about what's going on than meets the eye. But if I told me that I was her from the future, in someone else's body, would I believe me?

Nah. The only one who would is Izzy, and after last night I might want to keep my distance.

Oh, man, and I just zoned out of Chris' speech. We're at the point where Duncan just asked if he can have the bunk under Heather.

"Ugh," the Queen Bee whines, "they're not co-ed, are they?"

"No way," I hear Past Me saying. "I see two cabins there, and two rooms each..."

"I see that NOW," Heather replies angrily. "Thanks for nothing, weirdo!"

"Gwen's spot-on," Chris answers. "Guys get one side of a cabin, girls get the other."

I smile. Even though I knew it already, I'm glad I won't have to spend the summer looking at Duncan's back in bed.

Wait. I never pointed out the seperated cabins the first time. It's almost like I'm a different person.

Not 'me' me, 'her' me.

I'm so mixed up right now.

Courtney POV

The other 'me' hasn't spoken in a while. Something is DEFINITELY wrong.

As Chris sorts the teams, a chill runs down my spine. What if Sadie and Izzy don't get team-swapped this time? That could affect a huge part of the game. Izzy was the one who swapped off with Sadie in the original timeline... But what if I swapped off with Katie this time? It'd put me back on the Bass, like I was to begin with, and it would change the game in a drastic way.

But even more importantly... The first challenge is cliff-diving. What if I were to jump? I know Gwen jumped the first time around, while I didn't. But Courtney 2 seems a lot different than I was back then. Maybe she WILL jump and...

I'm starting to feel a little queasy. Everything could go so differently this time that it might not even be the same game! I might not make the Final Two, Second Courtney might not go down to a vengeful Harold. I might even STAY WITH DUNCAN!

Actually... Would that REALLY be that bad? It's my fault he dumped me and made me think it was Gwen's fault, anyway... He was a nice guy until I tried to "fix" him. At least, relatively nice.

Eheheh... This might be a nice second life, after all.

Gwen POV

I don't like the look Past Me is giving Duncan. Is she... blushing?

I've given up trying to argue with this timeline anymore. Almost everything's been the same... and then there's me. I don't get it. Why is everything the same except for me?

Speaking of, Past Gwen finally stopped looking at Duncan and is now walking towards me. She has a somewhat thoughtful expression on her face.

"Hey, uh... Courtney, right?" she asks. It again takes me a moment to realize that she's talking to me. "I just want to say, you seemed a bit like you had CIT experience when Chris pointed out we're all around that age..."

"Huh? N-no!" I stammer. I'm not Courtney, after all. Yes, i read the guidebook, and yes, I know some things, but... "I mean yes! I mean-"

Past Gwen puts her arm around my shoulder. "It's okay. I figured you'd had some training. Just don't wave it around in other people's faces... It could get annoying really fast."

"I..." As much as I think it's weird that I'm confronting me about it, I agree. The real Courtney kinda used CIT experience as leverage above everyone else. I just don't like how I'm the one who has to be lectured about it.

And the season hasn't even started yet...

"Th... Thanks a lot, Gwen," I reply. "You're very... insightful."

"Don't mention it," Past Gwen says, with a smile on her pale face. "Now, we'd better get over to our cabins before something REALLY bad happens..."

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

Past me begins running toward the cabin with a "see what I mean" look on her face. And so, the scene with Lindsay, Duncan and the cockroach is about to go down. I shrug and head off to the confessional. Once inside, I slam the door behind me.

*CONFESSIONAL CAM: COURTNEY [KILLER BASS*

*"I kinda like this place so far, but everyone is a little on edge right now. It's the first night, but... I'm not sure how things are gonna go yet. I mean, look at my team- Katie's a blubbering mess, Duncan is a total bully, Izzy is insane, and Eva's a bomb just waiting to go off. About the only people on the whole team I think I can safely trust are Tyler and Bridgette..."*

(Static)

*"As for the other team, I'm not sure how I feel about most of them. I mean, Gwen's a little frosty, but she's a REALLY nice girl. She's basically the polar opposite of Heather when you think about it. And as for people like Justin and Noah? I'm not sure they'll last long at all... But hey, what do I know?"*

With that, I step outside, and breathe in some fresh air.

Except... Oh, crap. Owen was just out here...

That's the last thought that crosses my mind before I pass out.