A/N: It's been awhile hasn't it? Well I thought this story would have been long since dead if not for yesterday. Yesterday I got an email saying someone had favorited me as an author. What a Terrible one I've been though. So in short, let me see what I can do for you.
The very next day Gwen was released from her hell in the medic tent. She wasn't surprised to see that thier host wasn't there. As she was escorted back to the girls trailer Gwen glanced up at Chef Hatchet. Was it okay to ask where McLane was? Sure...she was a contestant right? "Chef? How come I don't hear our hosts annoying screeches today?" she asked quietly. The giant man looked at her sideways before answering "That fool called in sick, said he'd been working too hard or some stupid shit".
She simply nodded. Hatchet kept a close watch on her right until she waved him off and vanished into the trailer. Something wasn't right. He had never seen Chris pay so much attention to a contestant before...actually anybody besides himself. Something was up...and if he could dig up the little secret he'd have McLane doing HIS bidding from now on. With a deep chuckle Chef Hatchet walked off. The campers had the rest of the day off, which Gwen was thankful for. She could hear some of the boys outside laughing and roughhousing with each other. Well mostly it was Duncan picking on Harold again but that's the way Duncan "played". Any minute now she expected Trent to knock on her door to see how she was doing. He hadn't visited her once since she had fainted but she had attributed that to him being busy with the challenges. Gwen was startled out of her thoughts when Heather stormed in. She have Gwen a quick glance before asking "Ugh...they let you out already? Like this place wasn't cramped enough!". Gwen rolled her eyes "Yeah...miss you too Heather...where is everyone?".
"What? Do you think I keep tabs on everybody?" Heather scoffed. Gwen only had to look at her for a moment before she gave in "Duncan and the guys are outside except for your bf-" "Trent isn't out there?" Gwen interrupted. "No! Let me finish! Anyway, Trent isn't there. Beth is with Justin and LaShawna, Courtney has her own private cabin..." at which they both rolled their eyes "...and Bridget and Geoff are out doing thier thing...I have no idea where that ditz Lindsay is".
The girl in question was at the moment laying at Trents side trying to catch her breath "Woo...Brett that was great..." she smiled and cuddled into his naked chest. He said nothing. Trent felt terrible. During the vicious session he had just shared with the blonde next to him he had not once thought of Gwen, but now that he was pleased enough to relax, she flooded his mind. Trent was smart enough to know that what he had done...what he was doing was wrong. This was unfair to Gwen. "Lindsay...you can't tell anybody remember?". She nodded "I know! Why do boys always tell me that?" she cocked her head deep in thought. Trent smacked his forehead. Lindsay sat up and looked down at him and smiled "You know Brett...I think I like you...more than Tyson..." "Tyler?" "Who?".
He sighed again "I can't return those feelings Lindsay, I have a girlfriend" he sat up and looked around for his shirt. Lindsay nibbled her bottom lip "Well you can break up with Jen can't you? If you liked her that much you wouldn't be with me would you?".
Trent stared at her momentarily. That had been one of the most thought-out things Lindsay had ever said. The truth rang around his skull like a loose bullet.
Confessional:Lindsay- "Isn't it great? I think im in love! With Brett!"
Trent-"What am I doing?" *rubs his temples*