Declaimer: I don't own the characters from the Total Drama Series. This is a upcoming story I had in mind. It's your choice. Should I delete or continue this story? Read and be the judge about it.

Chapter 1: WTF

Outside of Bel Air Club, Pacific Palisades California, Morning:

It's a beautiful Summer morning in the Palisades. High atop the cliffs, looking out over the Pacific Ocean, sits the exclusive Bel Air Club. Students bustle about the lawn,setting up a high-end prom.

A String Quartet warms up. Then we hear voicemail from a phone line: "..You've reached Geoff. Sorry, dude if I missed your call. I'm either partying or ignoring my phone. Leave a name and number and I'll get back at you." Geoff voicemail.

A team of florist arrange centerpieces caterers set the white linen tables. A student is setting up the DJ. They're decorating the night for the senior students. "...Hi, you've reached Trent Price. I'm not available right now, so please leave a message. Bye." Trent voicemail.

Outside of Campus, High School, Same Morning:

Students are walking to their classes. They're chattering about their plan for the prom. There's posters about the prom in every door of the classrooms. "...This is Duncan. Leave a stupid message or don't . If this is Courtney, do me a favor. Don't text me, it's gay. We've talked about that." Duncan voicemail.

All the senors are excitement for the greatest night in their lives. "Heheheh, this is Owen. I'm not here right now, so leave a message. Thank you. Okay now how can I turn off the voicemail? Mom, how can you stop the voicema-" Owen voicemail.

Inside Bridgette's House, Bedroom, Same Morning:

A simple, classic, royal blue prom dress hangs on the closet door in this sun-drenched bedroom suite. Sitting at the makeup table, surrounded by her friends, is the beautiful vegetarian blonde, Bridgette Turner. She's busy doing her makeup and calling someone in her cellphone. She angrily sighed and puts her phone away. Her friends, Courtney, Izzy and Gwen were concern about the calling.

Just then, Bridgette's rich, stern father walks in her room with a disappointed expression. "Any word from Geoff?" Mr. Turner asked. Bridgette shakes her head for response. "No. I tried them all." Bridgette explained, worriedly.

Mr. Turner shrugged his shoulders and sighed "Sweetie, it's Vegas. You lose track of time in casinos. There's no windows, there's no clocks. He's probably on a heater. And you never walk away from the table when you're on a heater." Mr. Turner said, trying to comfort.

Gwen rolled her eyes for his remark. "You do if you're going to the prom tonight." Gwen added. Just then, Bridgette's cellphone rings. She quickly answers it. "Hello?" Bridgette started.

Intercut with:

Somewhere in the Mojave Desert, Same Morning:

Heat-waves rise off the Mojave. Standing at a lone, dustcovered payphone in the middle of the desert is Duncan Lennon (He's 18, tall, rugged, punk-looking guy, with a green Mohawk and piercings...and currently a mess).

His shirt is ripped open, his aviator sunglasses are bent, his lip is bloodied, and he clearly hasn't slept in days. Duncan clears his throat and talks to his cell phone. "Bridgette, it's Duncan." Duncan said, weakly and exhausted.

Parked on the dirt road behind Duncan is his near-totalled 1967 Cadillac Deville convertible; it's scratched, dented, filthy, bullet holes everywhere and missing its passenger side door. Slouched inside are Trent and Owen, also looking like hell.

Bridgette jumps off her seat, stunned to hear his voice. "Duncan, where the hell are you guys? I'm freaking out." Bridgette said, angrily.

Duncan hesitatingly ponders about the explanation for what just happened. "Yeah listen...um...we fucked up." Duncan started, choice of words. Bridgette furrowed her eyebrows, very confused for his words. "What are you talking about?" Bridgette asked, a little frighten.

Duncan wipes the blood off his lips and sighed. "The road trip, the whole night. It...Things got out of control, uh...and we lost Geoff." Duncan said, with a guilt tone. Bridgette jaw ajar, extremely shocked for what she just heard. "Wh-what?" Bridgette choked.

He notice the tone and felt very bad about it. "We can't find Geoff." Duncan added, rubbing his broken ribs. "...What are you saying, Duncan? We're going to the Prom in five hours." Bridgette said, very upset.

Duncan shakes his head and squints at the rising sun. "Yeah...That's not gonna happen, Malibu." Duncan muttered, not proud of it.

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