Is this all a game? (Aleheather)

The Photo

Alejandro's POV:

It has been a few hours since we won the most recent challenge, oh Dios mío, we somehow survived another day on this cursed show.

One thing is for sure, Heather isn't completely mad at me anymore! Down side is, she is spending most of her time with him.

Saying his name would just give me grey hairs that I don't want.

De todos modos, I couldn't stop thinking about that picture Heather threw at me in the cave.

I tried having a conversation with her about it right after we won, but she kept insisting that we'd talk later and walked off with that azada de un hombre.

Whatever, she'll come around eventually.

Until then, I have to figure out who was the one who gave her that picture. This whole situation felt like deja vu catching up with me after what, like eight years?

There was one place that will give me answers.

I start heading down the hallway towards the 'control room' that was once very familiar for me.

I quickly look around to make sure there weren't any rude contestants deciding to snoop.

Once the coast was clear, I make a b-line to the room and swiftly open and shut the door.

The computer was already on and logged in, so I didn't have to use any of my amazing technical skills to hack in... this time.

I go to the cameras and look at all of the footage from the last week and a half. There were two videos that caught my eye.

I open the first video to find a slimy Finn in this same room editing a picture of me kissing Heather to me kissing Courtney.

First off, how in the world did he get that picture of Heather and I? Second I should've known better.

He wants her, and he knows how to play the game to win her over.

But, I can do better.

I already know what can and will win her over, it's just the matter of timing and what mood she's in to really make her mine.

Ugh Porque soy tan estúpido? I wouldn't have to worry about some creep trying to steal my señorita.

I look back at the footage to find him print out dozens of copies of Courtney and I to give to Heather.

I exit out of the first video and go to the second one.

I open up the footage of the hotel lobby in New York. I see Finn walk in and take a seat right by the check in.

Right as Heather walks in, he gets up and starts talking to her. When he hands her the picture, the look of shock and sadness rest on her beautiful face.

I couldn't help but look away. I hate seeing her disappointed, especially in me.

I quickly transfer those two videos onto a small flash drive and leave the control room.

If I'm going to get my love back once again, I'll have to make him play by my rules.

As I enter our shared room, I noticed it was empty when normally it isn't.

I walk over to my side of the bed to find a small note on my nightstand with my name in nice cursive that I know all to well.

"Alejandro,

How are you doing mi hijo? Your mother wanted me to write you this letter seeing how you were doing. She misses you so much and would love to have her son back in one piece.